The person who came was none other than Princess Yixuan, gentle and cheerful.

Wen Lerong was dressed in a pale pink gauze skirt, wearing a white jade flower on her head, as delicate as a small flower butterfly.

"Hey, Blue Eyes, I heard, you are the Prince of Nanyue?"

When Nan Yan first heard this, he frowned good-looking, looked at Wen Lerong with a pair of cold blue eyes, and did not speak.

Nanqin You, who was on the side, glanced back and forth between the two of them a few times and saw that he was tired. She broke the tense atmosphere and asked politely, "I don't know this girl, you are ......"

"Girl? Who's the girl? The main palace is the seventeenth princess of Dongsheng, Princess Yixuan! ”

Wen Lerong stared at his big eyes and said angrily.

This Nan Yanchu, it doesn't matter if he is rude, there are people around him, no big or small. I was upset when I looked at her.

When Nanqin heard this, she smiled helplessly, "Okay, princess Yixuan." ”

"You, what's the matter?"

Nan Yanchu stared at Wen Lerong and asked in a cold tone.

Wen Lerong looked at his look of who owed him twenty-five or eighty-thousand, and sneered, "Heh, what's the matter with this palace?" This palace is not happy to see you! ”

When Nan Yan first heard this, he ignored Wen Lerong's unreasonable trouble. He turned away, leaving only a cold side face, "Qinyou, let's go." ”

Hearing this, Nanqin glanced at Wen Lerong, a sarcastic smile appeared under the red veil, and turned around to leave.

But with a gentle and cheerful character, how can he give up?

Seeing this, Wen Lerong stomped his feet and shouted angrily, "Did this palace let you go?!" ”

As she spoke, she ran over, like in the imperial garden, and grabbed Nan Yanchu.

Nan Yanchu froze, he turned his head, squinted his blue eyes slightly, and stared at Wen Lerong's sleeve.

It's already the second time.

"Let go."

His voice was as cold as the one in the Imperial Garden. But Wen Lerong didn't let go of it fearfully this time. She pretended to be calm and raised her little head, and looked straight at Nan Yanchu with a pair of apricot eyes, "Just grab it, how about it?" ”

"What the hell do you want?"

"How? I still remember what happened last time. Just a prince of Nanyue, what are you dragging! To Hongu, apologies! ”

The colder Nan Yanchu's eyes were, the faster Wen Lerong's heart beated; The faster her heart beats, the more she pretends to stare at Nan Yanchu strongly.

The atmosphere has been stalemate like this, Nanqin You probably couldn't stand it anymore, she pushed Wen Lerong away, and her tone was extremely unkind, "It's also a princess of a country, please pay attention to your image, I don't know...... I thought you had a crush on my royal brother. ”

Wen Lerong stumbled and almost fell to the ground, she looked at Nanqin You angrily, "Bengong has a crush on him?" The prince of a small country, you must take yourself too seriously! Don't forget! You still beg my father to send troops, and begged my brother to marry you! ”

"You ......"

When Nanqin heard this, her anger was ignited all of a sudden, and she stretched out one hand to hit it.

Wen Lerong doesn't know martial arts, and he knows that he can't avoid this slap; She was a tough person, so she had a tough face, and she was not prepared to dodge at all.

"Smack-"

But who knows, the expected pain has not come for a long time. Wen Lerong opened his eyes tentatively, only to see Nan Yanchu grabbing Nan Qinyou's arm fiercely with one hand, and his always calm blue eyes were filled with anger that was visible to the naked eye.