Xiyue saw Jing Mohuai, who was already a moving color with half of his face slightly sideways, and thought to himself, if the whole face was presented, what would it look like? Those eyes, should they be lazy or clear?

But otherwise, Xiyue saw Jing Mohuai turn sideways, his eyes were extremely black, as if he had not been contaminated with anything, or he could not say anything about it.

"Jing Shizi, your eyes are beautiful like blooming flowers, and they are like stars in the sky." Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with a smile.

Jing Mohuai bowed his head, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a gentle meaning, "The same is true for the princess." ”

In fact, it is indeed a bit unrealistic to say that it is like a flower, but this is in line with Xiyue's brain circuit. In Kyoto, which daughter girl has not learned etiquette since childhood, but she can also abide by the rules and will not put such straightforward words on her lips.

Only Xiyue dared to describe it so directly, and the women also followed Princess Xiyue's words and looked at that person openly.

For the first time, they felt that Xiyue was not talking too much, and the man in front of them was just bathing in the sun, which made people feel that their temperament was noble and fascinating.

Jing Mohuai also looked at Xiyue, the phoenix tail hairpin in her black hair trembled slightly, and the gold leaves flowed with a slight warmth in the sun. The whole person is like a little swallow, and his figure is smart, and he doesn't have the noble appearance that Princess Dasheng should have.

Jing Mohuai coughed softly twice, and the hearts of the women twitched a few times.

Xiyue grinned, "King Cheng'an is in charge of 50,000 black Xiao troops, but I didn't expect this prince of Cheng'an to be a sick beauty." ”

Xiyue was used to joking, feeling the sudden cold air around her, and for the first time, she felt that what she said seemed to have become the reason why everyone secretly wanted to strangle herself.

And Jing Mohuai was just sparse in his eyebrows, and even after seeing Nan Mo behind Xiyue, he only looked sideways slightly, and he didn't get angry because of Xiyue's intentional jokes.

The end is a gentleman like jade, and he is humble like a valley.

Feng Ying always felt that this prince of Cheng'an would be inseparable from his life in the future because of Wei's explanation before leaving. And today's opportunity is really rare, if the prince of Cheng'an has a deep memory of himself, then everything in the future will be a matter of course.

The son of King Cheng'an has been decided, and it is the position that King Cheng'an has supported with all his might. No matter how hard the second son Jingsheng tries, he can't change this established fact.

In the future, Jing Mohuai will inherit his father's business and continue the position of Dasheng with a different surname. If she marries Jing Mohuai as his wife, she is confident that she will definitely be in harmony with him, raising eyebrows.

Feng Ying is still very proud of her talent, she dares to be sure, if she talks about talent, the women present are not comparable to herself.

Feng Ying had a gentle and harmless smile on her face, and her lotus steps moved lightly, showing dignified elegance in her gestures, and the sons of the family present were all bright.

"Miss Feng is willing to make friends with poetry, and the beautiful scenery is harmonious, which is a poem."

Immediately, someone shouted in response.

Xiyue sneered, "Nonsense, why do you want to bring those sour things to this princess's birthday banquet?" ”

"The princess's words are wrong, Dasheng is because of these talented women, who will get married in the future, and teach the younger generations to make the country carry on the past and forge ahead into the future."

It was Matthew's eldest son, Ma Jingjie, who spoke.

He Xinlan saw that he was handsome and handsome, talking eloquently, breathing tightly, and couldn't help but take over, "The Nanmo prince of Jiangnan won the first prize at the Laneige meeting, and the sentence 'Recomb the feathers and lean lightly, and the afterglow will leave at night.'" Even the old lady Yun praised her in front of His Majesty, and sent people to find such talents, which can be said to be an honor that not everyone can get. ”

He Xinlan's eyelids lifted, and she looked at Nan Mo again, with a look of disdain, "Miss Nan Mo's name sounds similar to Nan Gongzi's, but Nan Gongzi's ink is the ink of pen singing and dancing, and Miss Nan, you are the Mo of Murano Qianmo, which is not the same." ”

Nan Mo's chin was slightly raised, and his straight nose looked a little sharp and compelling, "Nan Mo thinks that the princess is young, and she can't help but feel that writing poetry is boring, so it's better to change something other interesting, so since Nan Gongzi is good at poetry, it's better to wait for him to come to Kyoto in the future, and then let Sister Fengying meet friends with poetry." ”

Nan Mo just felt pitiful for Xiyue, she had this kind of temperament, she must not be interested in these things, a good birthday banquet, if she had to listen to these women's poems, how could Xiyue not be aggrieved?

Feng Ying smiled, "My sister has been in the countryside for a long time, I may not know, this Dasheng princess's words and deeds, but it represents the majesty of the Dasheng royal family, my sister is young and ignorant, do you think that the royal princess is also like you, ignorance as fearless?" ”

Feng Ying suddenly said in a loud voice, and said righteously, "My father has broken my heart for my sister, and my sister is really willful to disregard her own safety at the British sacrifice ceremony and mix up with the sacrifice." Father took care of all of this for you.

Today, the reason why my father asked my sister and me to accompany my sister over was because I was worried that my sister would be speechless, disturb everyone, and offend the princess. The younger sister thought that her father was too worried, but who knew that the elder sister really didn't think about her own faults and tried in vain to interfere with the princess's thoughts. My sister really doesn't know, why did my sister live up to her father's good intentions like this? ”

What a sharp mouth! Nan Mo originally felt that the face of the General's Mansion was something he should take care of. So Feng Ying has a series of praises and disparages, and she is secretly sarcastic, but she turns a deaf ear.

Now she actually thinks that she Nan Mo is submissive and dares to reverse black and white in public, does she really think that she doesn't even have the courage to say anything to refute?

Nan Mo Dai frowned slightly, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, the blue waterhole is sparkling, accompanied by talented and beautiful women, which is an elegant thing.

However, the sound of several piercing water, hitting the eardrum of the human ear, is not so elegant.

People wrinkled their eyebrows, and some of them only cared about the occasional splash of water on their bodies, and whispered a low curse.

Assassin ......" He Xinlan glanced out inadvertently, and her face was flustered.

There were dozens of cold-faced people standing in the water, most of them with stiff expressions, and they didn't deliberately hide their faces.

Seeing the onlookers scrambling to retreat, those people just walked ashore quickly, and the scimitar in their hands slashed when they saw someone.

But the strange thing is that these people don't seem to really intend to turn this place into a human purgatory, so many people panicked and fled, only suffering skin injuries.

"There's an assassin, quick, protect the princess." Qiu Xuan's reaction was the most direct, she had followed the princess since she was a child, and it was not that she had never encountered assassinations, which could be said to be commonplace.

But today's gangsters are so rampant that they dare to openly assassinate in the princess's mansion, but they are caught off guard at all, which she didn't expect.

He Xinlan, who shouted assassins, had already fainted to the ground, Huan Pei fell to the ground, and even her appearance was covered with mud, Feng Ying glanced at her, today she could have used the princess's banquet to make Nan Mo make a fool of herself in front of people, but who sang such a play, is it aimed at the daughters of these princes of the family, or Princess Xiyue of Dasheng?

The verandah and small bridge of the Jinfu Hall have become a natural place to be besieged. The shallow turquoise waterhole around it has also become a dangerous and treacherous place.

There are still people in the conservatory who are unknowingly interpreting, and under the thin, the sound of silk and bamboo seems to be a little more colorful.

Nan Mo's temples twitched and hurt, and he always felt that today's incident was strange, how could there be so many people in the princess's mansion? The appearance of these people was also a matter of a split second, and the appearance of so many people from the water in the Jinfu Hall could only be arranged in advance. But at that moment, she was also surprised when she looked at Xiyue, and she didn't seem to know.

It's that Qiu Xuan, I don't know if I've experienced this kind of thing too much, so it's handled in an orderly manner.

Her mind spun rapidly, until a long arrow pierced through the sky and headed towards Nan Mo, who was standing still, her mind was withdrawn for a moment, and she heard a trace of nervousness in her clear voice, "Ah Mo." ”

Everything she could see under her eyes was thick and dry, flowing and tearing, giving her a cold sweat feeling.

The next moment, Jing Mohuai stood in front of him, and the long arrow followed her in front of her, slashing through his sleeve robe.

And he tightly wrapped his body, and Nan Mo's arm came with a slightly cool touch.

Those assassins didn't seem to want to kill them all, an assassination of unknown significance ended with Jing Mohuai's injury. The sudden arrival of the Assassins fled the princess's mansion.

Ignoring the pull of the female official Qiu Juan, Xiyue came out of the warm pavilion and scolded with her feet: "This is how Huangfu City guards the imperial capital, and let these dogs bully the princess?" ”

Qiu Juan couldn't stop it, so she had to cover the princess's mouth, afraid that she would say something amazing.

The two people who were still on the edge of the small bridge in the Jinfu Hall looked at each other.

"You're hurt." Nan Mo frowned and looked at the injury on Jing Mohuai's arm.

His arm was oozing blood, and the arrow didn't know what it had added, it seemed to have something that catalyzed the decay of flesh, and the blade was bleeding from the place where it touched the skin.

One of the two arrows in quick succession even went through the crack in the bone.

Nan Mo gritted his teeth, "Aren't you very capable?" How can it hurt? ”

She reached for the arrow, but was held down by another hand under the sleeve of his wide coat.

His dark eyes, slightly moist, gave Nan Mo an illusion, and she even smelled the smell of the time in the snow of Hucheng from this, but it seemed to be different.

The two arrows that suddenly pierced just now, one arrow was aimed at him, and the other arrow was aimed at Nan Mo. It's just that the feather arrow came too quickly, and he moved

It is undoubtedly swift as well. It's just that he intercepted the arrow that shot at him, but he only had time to use his body to block it for her.

Receiving his favor for no reason made Nan Mo feel awkward.

"No hindrance", his voice is still light, and the high bridge of his nose to the lower line of the line is extremely warm because of the hanging of his head.

Jing Mohuai lifted and pulled the bone joints off his arm, and put them back again.

The words of the older generation hurt their muscles and bones and it would take a hundred days to be fine, not to mention that he was so cruel, as if he was fiddling with white bones that had nothing to do with him.

Jing Mohuai looked at the unbearable in her eyes and smiled softly.

He knew how proud she was in her bones, and he knew that if she said she didn't want it before, she really didn't want it, no matter what he did.

But Jing Mohuai never thought that she would be sad.

Nan Mo tugged at his cuffs and suddenly sniffed. She is already thin, and her eyebrow bones and facial features are extremely thin, and such a small movement is even more desolate.

Nan Mo knew very well that her tears almost fell not because she couldn't see Jing Mohuai injured, but because she was so weak, just seeing him injured, she softened and felt sad.

The previous perseverance became a joke, she knew better than anyone that during that time in Hucheng, her existence was just a pawn-like existence for him, but it was also during that time that she really felt that she was needed.

Being needed like that made her feel like she could temporarily let go of the panic of coming to a strange world. Even willing to let go of the most direct guard against other people and trust someone.

The inexplicable emotions made two equally arrogant people empathize, but they were unwilling to lower their heads first.

Feng Ying, who retreated to a safe place, felt a slight chill in her heart, and Jing Mohuai's eyes when she looked at Nan Mo always gave Feng Ying the illusion that it was their world, and she would never be able to get into it.

But it shouldn't be like this, Nan Mo is just an ordinary woman, and her reputation is so ugly, she can't figure it out, and in the end she can only blame Nan Mo for being the concubine of Fengfu now, so Jing Shizi will look down on her.

Feng Ying hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Jing Shizi in order to maintain our Feng Mansion, rescued my sister, really took a lot of effort, the little woman is grateful to the son of the world, he day, if the prince is willing to come to Feng Mansion as a guest, Feng Ying will be swept to greet him." ”