Chapter 221: Adding fuel to the fire
If Beichen Lang's wife is fine, if Beichen Lang's wife really has a problem, don't say untie her heart knot, I'm afraid that after a while, her favorite sister will have to come to her piece by piece with a knife.
"What, now I know that I am worried about your life?" Nan Shuke said with contempt, looking down condescendingly at Xue Hainiang who was leaning on the bamboo chair.
Such a strange posture really made Xue Hainiang dislike, but she didn't bother to get up for a while.
looked lazy and casual, and reached out and put a piece of chrysanthemum honey strip cake into his mouth, "That's not it, although the county lord of Langwu is a little irritable and arrogant, but that's all the surface of bluffing." If you really want to describe it, then the prince of Beichen is a real tiger and leopard, and the county lord, to put it disrespectfully, is a paper tiger. β
Nan Shuke agreed. That's just the right description.
"So, how is the injury of the county lord of Langwen?" Xue Hainiang asked very seriously, completely losing her usual casualness.
Nan Shuke said: "You have to believe in no way." He looked at the thin clouds in the distance, his amber and jade-like eyes with a different look from the past, "Wufang won't let her have an accident." β
He had only known a thing or two from Agen.
'It's great to have no way to wait. β
'Wufang is now going to pass me as a royal brother.' β
If it weren't for the fact that Wufang had already become a monk and had no entanglement with the world, I would have misunderstood that Wufang was interested in Grandma. β
In the past, he also laughed at Beichen Rang, how could he arrange a monk like this, how could he be so disrespectful to the Buddhist family.
But I just saw all kinds of ...... outside.
Nan Shuke wondered if he would have to face the matter again.
Yes, he asked nonsensically, "Can this monk be vulgar?"
Xue Hainiang was almost choked to death by a mouthful of chrysanthemum honey cake.
"Do you want to ......" Demon Yefeng's eyes flashed slightly, and his thin lips were slightly raised, with a treacherous smile.
Could it be that this guy has the same thoughts as himself?
Nan Shuke no longer answered, hung his head and thought for a while, then pushed the door and walked into the room.
Xue Hainiang looked at the closed door, but her eyes full of sinister smiles seemed to have seen through the closed door.
Why did Nan Shuke suddenly have this question.
This proves that there is drama in it.
She originally thought that there was no way to travel with Lang Wu, and maybe no magician could come to a hero to save the beauty, but now that she thinks about it, it is not impossible for the beauty to save the hero.
Thinking about it, the plot in the dialogue book is out of interest.
Tilting his head, he stared at the few thin clouds on the clear blue sky.
Untilβ
There was a sound of porcelain breaking in the room.
A hoarse roar followed.
"Get out. β
Xue Hainiang woke up immediately, got up and was about to push the door in to see what was going on, but she didn't want to push the door out of the door without a magic master in the next second, and saw that it was Xue Hainiang, and folded her hands, "I'm tired of Miss Xue." β
Xue Hainiang said: "Beichen has just come." β
The methodless master was slightly stunned, and his smile was a little bitter, "Miss Lao Xue is bothered." β
Xue Hainiang glanced inside, "But the county lord of Lang has woken up?"
The no-magician nodded, "You go in, you don't need to stay here." β
Xue Hainiang saw that his expression was slightly sick, so she felt that something must have happened inside, and when she saw his approval, she hurriedly pushed the door and walked in.
Through the screen, a woman can be seen leaning on the head of the bed, her face is slightly pale, the monk is holding a bowl of medicinal soup, Beichen Lang did not pick it up, but stared directly at Nan Shuke.
Nan Shuke retreated from afar, leaning on the screen, tilting his head sideways and not knowing where he was looking.
Xue Hainiang had a slight intention, smiled and stepped forward to take the monk's decoction, gently scooped a spoonful, blew it and sent it to Beichen Lang's mouth.
Beichen Langwen was not as Xue Hainiang expected, and scolded arrogantly, "Who wants you to feed, what are you." Turning her head, Xue Hainiang keenly saw that her eyes were already red.
Nan Shuke squinted slightly, and his tone was unswerving, "You are already angry and have no way, and now you want to go to the next one?"
Beichen Lang glared at him viciously. It was as if Nan Shuke had done something that was intolerable to heaven.
"Why, you didn't intervene when I drove Wufang away, and now you can't help it when you change someone else, right? β
Xue Hainiang held her forehead with one hand and stepped aside appropriately.
She knew that if she persuaded her at this time, she was afraid that it would make Beichen Langwen more and more annoyed.
Xue Hainiang met Nan Shuke's gaze, her phoenix eyes were slightly covered with a layer of frost, and the meaning in her eyes was already very obvious.
She was persuading Nan Shuke to back down.
Even if it is not for the sake of Beichen Lang's current mood, for the sake of the three of them not facing each other with swords in the future, they must no longer be so blunt now.
As everyone knows, Nan Shuke and Beichen Langwen got along like this in the past.
Nan Shuke is gentle and easy-going in front of people, but this is not the case in front of his own people.
He regards Beichen Lang as a close friend, because if Beichen Lang has a slight misconduct, he will definitely say it directly, and close friends need to be sincerely admonished, and Nan Shuke has always believed in it.
It's just that now, Beichen Lang's temperament is different, and she can't accept it because of Xue Hainiang.
Nan Shuke was not to be outdone, he didn't feel that his actions were inappropriate, and looking back at Xue Hainiang's eyes were also quenching the ice floes that were about to melt, and they were so cold that they made people shiver.
"Lang Girl, you need to be introspective. Nan Shuke was angry, grabbed the saber Langhuan and left.
Beichen Lang let out a low roar.
Xue Hainiang motioned for the monks in the room to leave for the time being, she was holding the porcelain bowl containing the hot soup medicine from beginning to end, her fingers had been burned red, but she seemed to have lost her sense of pain.
I don't know how long it took, only to see Beichen Lang gradually calm down, before she stepped forward to hand the decoction to her, seeing Beichen Lang Niang stretched out her hand towards the decoction, Xue Hainiang, who had already prepared, quickly turned sideways, and stood aside with the decoction steadily.
"Lord Lang, angry is angry, but you still have to drink this medicine, otherwise you will hurt your body, and it will be too late for you to regret it. β
Beichen Lang's eyes were full of unwillingness when she looked at Xue Hainiang, "Villain, do you really think I don't know that you have the mind to watch my jokes!"
Xue Hainiang raised her lips and smiled, and analyzed her one by one, "Yes, I look at your jokes, but I don't see that you were trampled on by King Qinghui but never got a response, but that you were blindly immersed in your own conjecture and couldn't extricate yourself." β
Beichen Langwen frowned slightly, "What do you mean by that." β
Xue Hainiang said again: "If I am really the sweetheart of His Royal Highness King Qinghui, why did he let me come, wouldn't he send me into the mouth of the tiger to be bitten by your brothers and sisters." β
Beichen Langwen sniffed, hung her head and her voice was a little hoarse, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.
"He, he must have expected that we wouldn't do anything to you. After saying that, her expression instantly became ruthless, and she glared at Xue Hainiang and said, "You wait, when I get better this time, I will definitely put the cone into your body." β
The childish words of gambling came out of her mouth, making Xue Hainiang almost couldn't help laughing, but she felt more and more that Beichen Langwen was really straightforward and naΓ―ve enough.