Seeing that Narong Jingxuan didn't answer immediately, Narong Ye Yu said with a pair of eyes unwavering and frank: "Don't hide it from Seventh Brother, Ye Yu confesses, I like my sister-in-law very much, he is the girl Ye Yu likes for the first time since he was a child." ”

Narong Jingxuan raised his eyes, although he could see that Narong Yeyu liked Ling Xiyun, he didn't expect him to have the courage to say it!

"Ye Yu, you're drunk." Narong Jingxuan put down the teacup, the corners of his mouth uncomfortably hooked up a smile, looked at Narong Yeyu and said weakly: "How could Seventh Brother not like her." ”

He looked directly into Narong Jingxuan's eyes, and his dizzy voice suddenly became cold, "If you don't treat her well, Seventh Brother, I will definitely take her away no matter what!" ”

Narong Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, "You can't take her away!" ”

Hearing such an answer, Narong Yeyu felt relieved, he spread his brows and suddenly laughed, "Okay, good!" He said three good words in a row, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart. It's sour, and it's a little cool.

The night was deep, the stars twinkled in the inky black night sky, the breeze swept freely in the palace, and the leaves rustled.

Ling Xiyun was sitting in the room to recuperate, but her door rang again.

A familiar voice came from outside: "Princess, are you resting?" ”

Ling Xiyun opened her eyes helplessly, and replied lazily: "No, is there anything wrong?" ”

So late? What did Narong Jingxuan send someone to do!

"The prince wants you to come over." Xuanying explained.

"It's getting late." Ling Xiyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, she had no obligation to run to him in the middle of the night!

Xuan Ying thought for a moment, and said softly embarrassedly, "My subordinates still want the princess to go." He bowed his head a little embarrassed.

Ling Xiyun was silent for a long time, "Okay! Then he got up and went to open the door.

"Is the Eighth Lord gone?" Ling Xiyun opened the door and looked up and asked Xuan Ying.

"No, the eighth prince will not leave for the time being, and he will live in the palace for a few days, and he has returned to the room now." Xuanying replied truthfully.

"Got it, let's go."

……

At the door of the room, Xuan Ying sent Ling Xiyun and left.

Ling Xiyun slowly pushed open the door, and a strong smell of wine came to her nose, making Ling Xiyun frown and cover her nose.

How can there be such a strong smell of alcohol?

She cautiously walked in with doubts, the candlelight flickered, and a man on the bed was holding a flask and pouring wine into his mouth. His long inky hair was messily scattered over his shoulders, and his face was desolate and lonely.

Ling Xiyun almost vomited when she smelled the strong smell of wine in the air, she stepped forward and snatched the wine jug from Narong Jingxuan's hand, glared at him with her eyes and roared, "Narong Jingxuan, you are crazy!" ”

Narong Jingxuan was not too angry at Ling Xiyun for snatching his wine, he raised his eyes to look at her in a daze, and said lightly: "You are here." ”

"Sick!" Ling Xiyun threw the wine jug on the table, "Drink so much wine, do you want to die!" ”

"Heh......" The corners of Narong Jingxuan's mouth hooked up with an evil smile, and his eyes stared at her directly.

The voice of a maid outside the door suddenly rose up, and her voice replied shyly, with the delicate spirit of her daughter's family, "Lord, the slave maid is here to deliver something." ”

What else to give away so late!

Ling Xiyun turned her head to look at the door, and her voice was cold without a trace of temperature: "Come in!" ”

When the maid outside the door heard this voice, her whole body trembled, and her smile immediately stiffened. Did she hear it wrong, a woman's voice?