Nangong Ling was already feeling very irritable physically and mentally because of this incident, but now when he heard Feng Jiutian say such words in person, his already ugly face became even more difficult to look at.

"How intimate?" He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be ground between his teeth and spit out.

Feng Jiu glanced at him, suddenly realizing that he didn't seem to know anything about her past.

He only knew that she was a soul from another world, but he didn't know anything else.

In the space of her thinking, Nangong Ling has already depicted a touching and lingering story by herself.

"If you have such a good relationship, why do you want to be close to me?" His tone was helpless and helpless.

It was not easy for him to get the opportunity to get close to Feng Jiutian, maybe in the eyes of others, it was something that was easy to obtain, and he was almost reconciled with Feng Jiutian.

Everything made him feel unwilling, but Feng Jiutian was a character who said the same, if she really gave others a chance, it would not be so easy to take it back.

So...... Nangong Ling had already begun to think about how to get rid of Hongfeng quietly in her heart.

He didn't know that he rarely restrained his emotions in front of Feng Jiutian, no matter what he thought in his heart, it was written directly on his face.

Looking at his unpredictable expression, Feng Jiutian pursed his lips silently, "I'm just a little closer to him than a friend." ”

They are more like family, and no one knows if they will be able to see the sun rise tomorrow on the battlefield, so they will hand over their family to their comrades every day.

So he and Hongfeng are a little closer than friends.

Nangong Ling realized that Feng Jiutian was explaining to her.

A smile gradually regained on his face, but he was still a little sad, "I don't even know about you before. ”

Because he didn't know, he was by Feng Jiutian's side, but he seemed to be just an outsider, a person who couldn't get into Feng Jiutian's heart no matter how hard he tried.

Feng Jiutian recalled those days when the tip of the knife licked blood, and didn't know where to start, "There is nothing to say about the past, and it is not so important to me now anyway." ”

She has started a new life in a new world.

Nangong Ling's expectant eyes dimmed.

He also thought that Feng Jiutian would definitely tell him, and it seemed that he had overestimated his position in Feng Jiutian's heart.

So he didn't want to know more, afraid that he would be even more disappointed, so he reached out and took Feng Jiu into his arms.

He said softly: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I will take good care of him, if you are bored in the palace, write to me, and I will come to the palace to see you when I am free." ”

Knowing that Feng Jiutian is a character who can't stay, and the days in the palace are so boring, Nangong Ling is afraid that she will be sick in the palace, so no matter what she says, Feng Jiutian must write a letter to her to drive away the boredom in her heart.

Nangong Ling had already restrained all the emotions on her face at this moment, so Feng Jiutian thought that she had coaxed Nangong Ling, and she didn't want to disturb him, so she shook her head.

"I'm not so bored in the palace on weekdays, just do your own thing with peace of mind."

Nangong Ling held her breath in her heart, but she didn't say anything, she just agreed sullenly.

"Okay, I'm going to go to the Tai Hospital to see how the medicine is being developed over there? You can rest by yourself for a while, and I'll come back later. ”

Feng Jiu didn't doubt that he had him, and agreed very happily, "When you come over in a while, bring the medicine over to me by the way." ”

At this point, she was still worried about what would be revealed, so she had to see for herself no matter what.

"Okay." Nangong Ling was silent for a while, and somehow, the resentment in her heart was gradually smoothed out.

After Nangong Ling left for a while, Feng Jiutian continued to take a pen and write on paper.

After a while, Nangong Ling went and returned, with an extra bag of things in her hand.

Feng Jiutian couldn't wait to take it and take a look, sniffed it with his nose, and knew that Qin Huawu's father and son had spent a lot of thought on this medicine.

But she was still a little afraid that it wouldn't work then.

Suddenly, she remembered the modern weapons that were very lethal.

So I thought of Hongfeng.

So she spoke directly to Nangong Ling, "I want to see Hongfeng now, okay?" ”

Nangong Ling and she were having dinner at the moment, and when they suddenly heard her say this, their movements paused slightly, and they pretended to ask casually: "Why do you suddenly want to see him?" ”

I didn't even mention it just now.

Feng Jiutian was also worried about the idea in his heart, and there was no way to implement it, afraid that Nangong Ling would feel disappointed after saying it, so he didn't tell him directly.

Just said, "I still have something to discuss with him." ”

This meant that there was a secret between Feng Jiutian and that man that he couldn't know.

This person's cognition made Nangong Ling's already very bad mood go down to a higher level.

"You can also tell me, I will tell him directly, you are busy making medicine all day now, I am afraid that your body will not be able to bear it."

Feng Jiutian only felt that he was simply concerned about her body, and hurriedly waved his hand, "I've just been beaten a few times, and it's not that my hands and feet have been broken, it's not as hard as you think." ”

Nangong Ling pursed her lips, and finally said slowly: "Okay, I will take you out of the palace tomorrow." ”

It's not that he suddenly changed his mind, it's just that he doesn't want to see Feng Jiutian disappointed, anyway, he has been in the tent all the time, and he doesn't worry about what that man is doing.

He didn't even realize how naïve his style was in the matter of Feng Jiutian.

In the evening, he didn't plan to leave the palace after eating, so he stayed in Feng Jiutian's bedroom.

The wounds on Feng Jiu's body couldn't touch the water, so he wiped his body very hastily, then washed his hair, and prepared to go to bed.

The wet hair was still dripping, and Nangong Ling had no choice but to take the Jinpa that wiped her hair and wiped her hair gently.

"When you get into the habit of not drying your hair, you have to get ready for bed."

"I didn't say I was going to sleep, I was going to read more books for a while." But now that someone is personally serving, of course she will not refuse.

Nangong Ling's technique is very gentle, and her slender and slender fingers run through her hair, always rubbing her scalp intentionally or unintentionally, causing a burst of tingling.

She shrunk her neck, Nangong Ling didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her movements, and thought that she had pulled her hair painfully.