"If you want the throne, even if it's the realm of gods, I can help you, but the requirement is that our well water does not interfere with the river water, how about it?"

"Not how."

"Man'er, you still be my princess obediently, you don't have to think about other things." Jun Lianhan pulled Feng Jianman into his arms and warmed her with his body temperature.

Feng Jian struggled for a long time without success, so he could only lie quietly in his arms.

"Jun Lonely?" Feng Jianman shouted softly.

"Huh?" Jun Shanhan closed his eyes and responded.

"If you don't like me, don't do too many things that mislead me."

"Hmm." Feng Jianman only got a superficial answer.

She never saw through him.

He has too many secrets.

Maybe that's why they're not suitable?

Feng Jianman's eyes couldn't see any emotion under the long butterfly eyelashes, but only she understood in her heart that she couldn't indulge in the phantom brought by ambiguity, and her gaze became firm and calm little by little.

In the afternoon, the sun softly penetrated through the ancient window, the breeze playfully stirred the light veil, and the stunning faces of the two people on the bed looked so beautiful and harmonious at the moment, just like the ancient painting inherited from ancient times.

"Miss, the prime minister asked you to go to the front hall with the Ninth Prince, saying that there is something important to discuss." An untimely voice sounded abruptly.

"Got it." Feng Jian snorted and replied lazily.

After that, I got out of bed to freshen up, changed into plain clothes, pulled up my hair in a bun and held the hosta to prepare to fix it, and a person in the bronze mirror reached out to gently fix it for her, the beauty of irregular rhythm is probably like this.

"It's beautiful."

"Hmm." Feng Jian looked at himself in the bronze mirror and didn't react, just responded lightly.

"Seventh Miss, the Ninth Lord has arrived." The voice of the little guy at the door seemed to be an invisible hand pinching his neck and trying to make a sound, so funny.

"Greetings to my father." When Feng Jian was slightly moved, Jun Lonely Han indifferently returned to the soft collapse and lay lazily.

"Man'er, my father knows that there are many places where I can't stand your brothers and sisters, and now I hear your Aunt Liu say that you and Chen'er can cultivate, and my father is deeply grateful, so I want to take advantage of the time when you are not in time, Chen'er is not yet weak to go to Taide Academy to experience a few years, so as to win glory for my Zhao family. I don't know Man'er, can Chen'er? Zhao Feng said.

This Aunt Liu is really good, heh.

"Father's arrangement, the two brothers and sisters will definitely obey." Feng Yechen bowed his head indifferently, and there was no stirring in his eyes.

Jun Lihan, who was on the soft collapse, didn't react at all, and listened like this. Zhao Feng also didn't dare to guess Jun Xiaohan's thoughts. If it weren't for his illness, I don't know who it would be on the throne, maybe he would be able to open the door to the realm of gods again, it's a pity, alas, it's a pity.

Later, the three of them left the antechamber together.

Kiosk in the middle of the lake.

"Man'er, see you in fifteen days." Jun Lianhan whispered softly in Feng Jianman's ear, and disappeared in an instant.

Why is your heart empty? Isn't that how he comes when he's happy and leaves casually?

"Man'er, you have to practice hard these days, after all, Taide Academy is a place with strength, you and I both have a mission, and now it's time to tell you."