Nangong Jing took the porcelain vases handed over by Xian Rou and ordered: "When you enter the Ruthless Valley, you must ensure her safety, no matter what situation you encounter, her safety is the first place, Xian Rou, no matter where she goes, you must accompany her",

Hearing this, Xianrou bowed her head and said: "Don't worry, Xianrou will be inseparable."

Nangong Jing nodded and reminded: "If it's just Hao Renyi, this king is not worried, but the matter of her falling into the Gu is something wrong, and this king is worried that someone will make a hindrance from it, and even use our trip to the Ruthless Valley to make a big fuss, so we must be cautious",

Nangong Jing's confession, everyone wrote down one by one, to make sure that it was foolproof, Nangong Jing put his mind at ease, thought of something, and looked at everyone and said: "Hao Renyi is not a good type, you need to be more careful, you have followed this king for many years, and this king doesn't want you to have anything, but this king has no time to take care of too many people, if something happens--",

When Nangong Jing said this, he didn't continue, but the women already knew it,

The duty of the secret guard is to protect the master, if something happens, it will naturally not drag down the others, they all understand.

After Nangong Jing finished speaking, Ziyan lowered his voice and said, "What kind of disguise technique does the prince want to use?" ”

Nangong Jing pondered for a moment and said, "This king and the seventeenth prince are not easy to tolerate."

Ziyan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to persuade: "Think twice, the prince thinks twice, it's really dangerous to do this."

Nangong Jing looked at Ziyan, his eyes were full of light, and he said in a deep voice: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?" ”

Ziyan immediately understood what Nangong Jing meant, Nangong Jing and Huangfu Xueying must have wanted to use them as bait, but in this way, it was too dangerous.

That Hao Chengcheng --

Nangong Jing naturally knew Ziyan's concerns, so he explained, "Only by bringing out the people behind can we have a fair duel, and in today's situation, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the open, which is really not good for us, and this king has his own measure."

Ziyan wanted to persuade again, but the prince said so, and it was inconvenient for her to say more, Ziyan thought for a long time, and still said: "This matter, princess--"

Hearing this, Nangong Jing turned his gaze to the location of the firewood room, thinking of the woman's quiet sleeping face, his fist under his long sleeves tightened, and said, "Hide it from her for the time being, and when necessary, this king will personally tell her--"

The four of Ziyan looked at each other when they heard this, since the prince had decided, they could only follow his orders.

Ziyan secretly said in her heart, in fact, with their understanding of Qianqian, she felt that maybe she would prefer the prince to tell her everything, instead of protecting her well like now, but taking the risk alone.

But these things, after all, are not up to her Ziyan.

Since the man in black appeared that night, Fury was sent out by Nangong Jing, and he didn't know what to do when he went out, so Ziyan believed that the prince must have made other preparations, and presumably Ruthless Valley's trip must have been just thrilling.

The prince has always been cautious and thoughtful in his work, and he is also worried.

When Nangong Jing walked back to the firewood room, he saw Qianqian's whole quilt rolled up, facing the direction of the door, holding the pillow tightly in his arms, with a comfortable smile on his face, and his cherry red lips would move a few times from time to time, and then the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, smiled and smiled, the smile froze again, and his brows were locked again,

Just for a moment, as if thinking of something, his brows stretched out again, and he tightened the pillow in his arms, and his mouth seemed to whisper something,

Nangong Jing frowned, whose name was she calling in her dream?