Nangong Yin sat in front of the dragon case for a long time, and the reversed piece of music in front of him still never turned a page, always looking restless and anxious.

It wasn't until Ye Qingzhou came slowly that he pretended to be busy picking up the red pen again, and raised his hand to change the direction of the music in front of him.

"Taste this." Ye Qingzhou sent the freshly made fragrant milk tea in the small kitchen to Nangong Yin.

Someone took the initiative to put down a few steps, and Nangong Yin's originally somewhat gloomy face finally revealed a trace of the vitality of a living person.

Although he already knew the past of Ye Qingzhou's body, as soon as he saw that he and Nangong Yueli meeting that bastard thing today, he suddenly burned like a hairy boy, and a nameless fire burned in his heart.

"This body of mine has grown up little by little in the palace of Prince Rong in Nangong Yueli." Ye Qingzhou looked at the thin layer of cocoons in the tiger's mouth in his palm, raised his hand to pick up the mellow milk tea on the table, and took a big sip before slowly pressing down the bitter taste that belonged to the original owner in his heart.

"Since childhood, it has been cultivated as an invincible tool." Ye Qingzhou's dexterous tongue licked the corners of his lips lightly, as if he was reminiscing about the sweetness in his mouth, and as if he was caught in some kind of inextricable memory.

"Since I was ten years old, I have eradicated many people with different opinions for Nangong Yueli, so it can be regarded as using this blood debt to repay his life-saving grace back then." Ye Qingzhou's gaze fell on his palm again, but his eyes became a little disgusted, as if his hands were very dirty.

"Light boat." Nangong Yin's warm and dry big hand tightly wrapped Ye Qingzhou's hands tightly in his palm, "Qingzhou, you don't have to blame yourself for the past." ”

"Last night, it was also because Nangong Yueli almost killed me that I resisted, and then, by mistake, escaped to your palace." Ye Qingzhou's bright eyes fell on the face of the handsome and eye-catching man in front of him.

"I thought that the new and old hatred between me and Nangong Yue could be written off from now on, but I never thought that he could come up with such a vicious mind today to frame me." Ye Qingzhou didn't think that with Nangong Yueli's thoughts, if he really poisoned the current emperor Nangong Yin according to what he said, he would be able to get out of the country in the future.

Nangong Yin took Ye Qingzhou in his arms, and when he spoke, there was a strong milky smell in his mouth, "So, you will treat others in the way of others, and help me teach this rebellious foolish son a lesson?" ”

"My stepmother, have you done a little too much?" Ye Qingzhou raised his head and gently rubbed the beard on the man's chin with his forehead.

After all, Nangong Yueli, who is the prince of Gui Weirong, is still her son in the name and blood of Nangong Yin, no matter what you say.

"Hmm." Nangong Yin responded casually, lowered his head on Ye Qingzhou's forehead, and dropped a kiss, "As the saying goes, the son does not teach, and the father is at fault." ”

"In the future, the rough work of teaching naughty children will be handed over to me, a father." Nangong Yin's hand gently rubbed the layer of a thin cocoon in Ye Qingzhou's palm because he had held the weapon all year round, and said dotingly: "As for you, just be a stepmother who has a good time and does what she wants." ”

"However, if you become a stepmother and don't do something shocking, will it be disappointing?" Ye Qingzhou's big clear and bright eyes looked at the man beside him without blinking, half coquettish, half curious.

"Then the light boat you ......" Nangong Yin sniffed the fragrant black hair of the girl in her arms, and came to the side of her ear, and the hot lip flap was between opening and closing, as if it had crossed the pink earlobe.

"Let me hold my waist and go up to the court tomorrow morning."