Wan Yan Shuo's cold gaze made Feng Jiutian realize that Wan Yan Shuo had never been a gentleman, and he might be a more meticulous existence in the Western Regions than Feng Xiye.

The only difference is that Feng Xiye is bent on snatching the country, while Wan Yanshui is thinking about protection.

When did Wan Yan Shu get up and leave, Feng Jiutian didn't know, and when she came back to her senses, there was only Nangong Ling's cold and angry face in front of her.

"What did he say? So long ago that you've been still savoring? ”

His natural questioning was as if he had caught his wife talking to someone else, but the two had already reconciled, not to mention that she had nothing to do with Yan Shuo, that is, there was really something, and Nangong Ling couldn't do anything to her.

Her eyes were cold, and her emotions were written on her face as always, Feng Jiutian only listened to him say gloomily: "I am King Sheng of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the original marriage was handled by my father, even if the two of us want to reconcile and leave, we must agree to him." ”

Feng Jiutian twisted his eyebrows, looked at him inexplicably, and then saw his thin lips move slightly, and said, "I lost the book and left it, and I haven't had time to show it to my father, so you are still my princess." ”

In the past, Nangong Ling was always shouting and shouting in front of him, but now he was like a scoundrel, which made Feng Jiutian a little helpless.

"At the beginning, you swore that you would leave with me, and the letter of separation was written in black and white, but you are not allowed to regret it."

And Nangong Ling, who repented, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this at all, and his cold face was full of dead skin, "I regret it, and I lost the book." ”

Feng Jiutian sneered, "But the world knows that your Princess Sheng died in a fire, you ......"

Halfway through her words, Nangong Ling covered her mouth hard, and the rest of the words were forced to be swallowed back into her stomach.

No matter how hard Feng Jiutian struggled, he couldn't escape Nangong Ling's clamps.

His low, desperate voice rang in her ears, "Don't say it, okay?" Have you forgotten what Tumen said? Your life grid is much harder than the average person, so it's not that easy...... Don't say that word in front of me in the future, okay? ”

Remembering the day he pushed open the door and saw her lifeless, he felt as if someone had grabbed him by the throat and couldn't breathe.

There was a hint of supplication in his mournful voice, and the words that Feng Jiu leaned into his mouth were inexplicably a little unspeakable.

"You let me go first?"

In the silent confrontation between the two, the distance gradually narrowed, and now their faces are about to stick together.

Feng Jiu, who hadn't been so close to someone for a long time, leaned her head back meaningfully, but she didn't expect to be held by Nangong Ling on the back of her head, she could only stay where she was and motionless, watching Nangong Ling drop a loud kiss on her lips.

Just when Feng Jiutian was about to lose control of his anger, he opened the distance between the two of them very interestingly, and his cold eyes were full of smiles, "I will follow you wherever you go in the future." ”

Without waiting for Feng Jiutian to answer, he turned around and walked outside, "My things haven't been packed yet." ”

"Nangong Ling." Feng Jiutian shouted at him, obviously feeling his back stiffen, and then stood there, as if waiting for the final verdict, waiting for Feng Jiutian's next step.

"You don't have to follow me tomorrow, there are still a lot of things to do in the Great Yan Dynasty, you led so many soldiers into the Western Regions, it's not good to go back empty-handed like this, there are many things that you need to do in person."

Even if because of her, Nangong Ling did not take the rivers and mountains of the Western Regions as her own, but the Great Yan Dynasty did not have Nangong Ling's heart up and down, they only knew that Nangong Ling led the army into Yandu, and then inexplicably withdrew from Yandu.

They won't understand Nangong Ling, and they will once again pull him down from the altar of the God of War and let him bear the infamy.

The souls of those who died in a foreign land for this cause will not be at peace.

Nangong Ling turned her head and stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, "I know, I will arrange it, but I must follow you tomorrow." ”

"Why do you have to follow me? We ......"

"I want to follow you." Because I wanted to, I did it.

Looking at his back, Feng Jiutian still couldn't say his words.

In fact, she wanted to say that it was better for the two of them not to always meet in the future, she didn't blame her for the previous things, so she should write them off, she just hoped that the two of them would be strangers to each other, as if they had never met.

But Nangong Ling had already gained insight into her thoughts in advance.

Feng Jiutian is the young master of the Western Regions, and the country that is in ruins is waiting for her to make a little arrangement.

But time was pressing, and she didn't have time to do many things herself, so she could only hand them over to Feng Qiqing and Wan Yanshuo.

In the early dynasty, she read out the Zen book she had written in front of hundreds of civil and military officials.

Although Nangong Ling said that he would have a way to do it himself, Feng Jiutian still put the Western Regions in the position of a vassal state, because she knew that the current strength of the Western Regions could not compete with the Great Yan Dynasty, and if she was attached to the Great Yan Dynasty, she could still save the Western Regions from war.

The ministers were wilting one by one, if they weren't for Feng Xiye's party before, if it weren't for Wanyan Lie's party, now none of the people they are optimistic about can sit in that position, but let a yellow-haired girl who has never seen it sit on it.

They were not convinced.

"Young Master Qi, Miss Feng is still young, I'm afraid she doesn't have the ability to govern yet."

Knowing that this would be the case, Feng Jiu said with ease: "It's okay, with the son of the family, he will assist Qi Qing well, and please rest assured." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and they were not satisfied with Wan Yan Shu, the military general who was a hanger, "Although the prince of the Shu family is very good at fighting, he is not a Feng family after all, if the young master is not there, ......"

The latter words are meaningful, and anyone can hear the smell of sowing discord.

Feng Jiutian sneered, she hadn't left the Western Regions yet, and some people began to disagree with her decision, if she wasn't in the Western Regions, wouldn't these people want to break her backbone.

"Presumptuous! Since this young master dares to make such a decision, he naturally has his own reasoning, or do I need to explain something to you? ”

She came to smile in the morning, and they thought that Feng Jiutian was still the person who could be bullied by them before, so they were a little bolder.

Now that she roared coldly, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their backs.

The matter of the crown prince is not a trivial matter, and some old ministers with excellent character and bones can't help but boldly admonish.

"We are also thinking about the rivers and mountains of the Western Regions, if the young master insists on doing so, let the ministers die on the pillars of this Qinzheng Palace, and let me ask the first king for the young master."