Seeing that she responded without saying a word, Narong Jingxuan's eyes couldn't help but move a little, and his eyes were full of doting streamers. He reluctantly let go of the hands that were holding Ling Xiyun's waist, gently took her hand, his face was filled with a gentle and evil smile, and he opened his lips and said softly.

"Then let's go back."

Feeling the temperature of his palm entering his fingertips, the moment he was held, Ling Xiyun's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, but it was only fleeting, and he regained his calm in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, let's go! Trap me! As she spoke, Ling Xiyun yawned, with two teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes, looking like she was really sleepy. She didn't shake off his hand, but took his hand and walked in the direction of the palace without saying a word.

Being held by her hand, Narong Jingxuan was suddenly a little surprised, and subconsciously raised his feet, kept up with her pace silently, and let her lead him like a rag doll. Looking at the petite back in front of him, under the moonlight, the corners of his mouth were filled with a sweet and bewitching smile......

Yun'er, tonight, you have really brought too many surprises to this king!

Thank you, this king, for appearing in this king's world! It melts the heart that has been frozen for a long time and makes this king feel what it feels like to have a heartbeat again!

You wait, one day this king will definitely come into you, into your heart, so that you can truly accept this king......

Tonight, the moonlight is flawless, sprinkled all over the earth, sprinkled in the dark alleys, and falls on the two people who are walking in front of each other holding each other's hands, their clothes are black and white, like a beautiful person, and the picture looks particularly pleasing to the eye......

At this time, silence is better than sound, and they held hands like this, and walked back to the palace without saying a word in silence.

And at the same time.

At the railing of a certain high-rise building in the capital, there is a man standing, he is wearing a dark blue robe, the sleeves are stacked, it looks complicated and cumbersome, gorgeous, and the corners of the robe are outlined with gold threads with strange and exquisite patterns, graceful and luxurious!

The wind blows up his sleeves and blows his clothes to the sound of hunting, invisibly giving people a sense of tranquility and solemnity! He stood with his hands in his hands, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, his long ink-colored hair fluttering in the wind, and his just right face did not have the slightest expression, indifferent as snow.

If Ling Xiyun was present, she would definitely point at him in surprise and shout after seeing this man's face-

Nangong Yao!

Right! This man who looks cold and unsympathetic standing on the pavilion is none other than Nangong Yao!

And at this time, there was no trace of tenderness on his face, which was very different from his usual gentle appearance towards Ling Xiyun! On the contrary, his current appearance gives people a sense of oppression that no one should enter, and that people who are straight to teach people to retreat and retreat are discouraged! The undercurrent in those good-looking peach blossom eyes was surging, cold and piercing, and the whole body was full of cold murderous aura, just like the Shura who walked out of the Shura Palace, eerie and terrifying!

Suddenly, a sound of squirming footsteps came from the room, and the dazzling corners of Nangong's eyes slanted slightly, and then he saw a guard dressed in black fall into the hall, bowing his head and clenching his fists and shouting respectfully to him.

"Tsing Yi see the palace master!"

I saw his thin and cool lips open in person, and two cold words were released coldly.

"How."

"The man said that everything was going according to plan, and it was bound to succeed!" The man who claimed to be Tsing Yi replied respectfully, and his words were concise and clear.

Lowering his eyes, Nangong Yao's eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his words, so he said suddenly, "I know, stand down." ”

Tsing Yi thought for a moment, snorted his mouth, and finally couldn't bear it, and continued, "My subordinates still have something to report. ”

Hearing this, Nangong Yao raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly, but he still turned his back to him.

"What else?"

"The Seventh Princess came to visit this afternoon, and when she saw that there was no one in the house, she left."

She?

Hearing that Yu was related to Ling Xiyun, Nangong Yao's gloomy and cold eyes finally moved a little, dyed with a few traces of indescribable tenderness, and even softened his tone a little.

"Is there something she's doing here?"

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