Nangong Ye knew that her daughter had been very caring since she was a child, well-behaved and sensible, and she thought about herself everywhere, and he immediately understood.

"Ling'er, don't be afraid, if your mother leaves, this king will take you to the ends of the earth to find her, and you can't be left without your mother's ......"

"Alright, enough for the two of you!"

Gu Jinwen only felt that her brain and eyes hurt, and this little padded jacket was completely leaking.

So, along the way, Nangong sat next to Gu Jinluo at night, and squeezed Gu Zhiluo to the opposite side, and Nangong Ling'er was happy to sit with her brother.

Nangong Ye watched his daughter-in-law and son breathe out of one nostril, and the two of them were like two icebergs, one big and one small, and he felt a little angry.

Let's not talk about the entire capital, let's just say that there is a humble prince like him in the whole world?

But in order for his daughter to have a mother, he has a wife, and his son can change his surname back to Nangong, he still has to "endure humiliation".

When they returned to the palace, Gu Jinwen held her son with her left hand and her daughter with her right hand, and the three of them walked happily to the backyard, as for Nangong Ye, she went to the study alone.

There was nowhere to vent his anger, and when he remembered that the imperial brother stared at Gu Jinwen's straight eyes, he was angry.

With a "snap", he slammed the fold to the ground.

Hearing the sound, the light wind that pushed the door almost stepped on the fold, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately bent down to pick it up, and put his hands on the table in front of the prince, for fear of upsetting him.

"Lord, you took the initiative to make peace with the princess, but the princess ignored it, and her subordinates have a plan, I don't know what the prince thinks."

When Nangong Ye heard it, he couldn't bear his identity, which made him feel a little ashamed, and he had no choice but to ask.

He hid the embarrassment on his face, "There is so much nonsense, there is a way not to say it earlier, it seems that this king is too loose to control you on weekdays, and he will practice sword with this king tomorrow morning." ”

What?

Qingfeng looked bitter, he gave the prince an idea, and he had to be punished by the prince, what kind of heavenly way is this?

Not to mention that the prince's martial arts and light skills are far better than himself, with his temperament, he doesn't dare to hurt him by half a point.

But as a subordinate, he had to bow his head!

"The subordinates understand, you listen to the subordinates' methods, it depends on whether the prince adopts it, the princess is a miracle doctor, it is better for you to be injured, let her help you diagnose and treat, men and women have skin to skin, isn't it easier to cultivate feelings?"

So, Nangong Ye looked at Qingfeng with a strange look on his face, this guy is so smart, it is the first time he has found out.

Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by the prince, he was really inexperienced, and he had never been to those mixed places in the Qinglou.

It's just to help the prince come up with an idea, that's it!

"Lord Wang, do you think this method will not work? Or don't subordinates go back and think about it. ”

At the moment, all he wants is a shield!

"That's it, tomorrow morning, this king will release water, and you will stab this king with a sword."

Oh my God, the breeze covered his mouth, was this what he dared to think?

The brothers in the palace and the barracks, which one dares to stab the prince with a sword, the prince's status is noble, and whether it is kung fu or not, they are all sparring partners.

In the end, Qingfeng had no choice but to nod yes, Nangong Ye was in a much better mood, and even approved all the folds on the bookcase, ready to lie down and recuperate from injuries and cultivate feelings.

Early the next morning, Qingfeng wore a strong suit and walked out into the courtyard with a sword.

Nangong Ye was already waiting on the ground, and immediately drew his sword and gestured with the breeze.