In the end, no one was satisfied.

Xuan Ge knew that Yan Li's matter, although it was hoped that it would be the last time, could not guarantee that there would be no similar incidents in the next billions of years.

If in the future, there is really a second Wuyanli, I hope that Nanjiang will not be blindly moved by other people's efforts, and push himself away to fulfill other people's wishes.

The performance of southern Xinjiang today makes Xuan Ge worried, and he is worried that southern Xinjiang can't distinguish between moving and liking, and mixes them together.

remembered that day in the Xuanchen Palace, his conversation with Min Xuan...

If Min Xuan did something that also moved Nanjiang for the sake of Southern Xinjiang, would she mistake being moved for liking, or would she accept Min Xuan's affection because of being moved?

I wonder if she can tell the difference between being moved and liking.

"Nanjiang, today you want to push me to Yan Li's side because of your sympathy for Yan Li's experience and her infatuation with me for thousands of years, I really want to know, if one day, there is a person by your side who is devoted to it, will you leave me because of moving?"

Nanjiang looked at Xi Ge with stunned eyes, this has been said very clearly, but Nanjiang still doesn't understand it very well.

Turning to look at the different clouds in front of him, he thought, "No... Let's do it!"

With such a far-fetched answer, Yu Ge was not satisfied, and what he wanted to know was whether it would be or not.

"Can you tell me how you understand moving and liking?"

"This..."Nanjiang suddenly felt that he was very stupid, and he had never thought about the difference between being moved and liking: "This... I understand that if someone does a lot of things for me that move me, then I will be doubly good to them. ”

"What if that man did everything for you because he wanted to be on the same track as you?"

Nanjiang Chao Xige looked at it, and he didn't know how he could ask himself such tricky words, it was too difficult.

If that person is good to him, isn't it good to be good to that person as well?

It must be because of Yan Li's own thing that made Orchid embarrassed, so he wanted me to be embarrassed, am I wrong?

"Orchid, I never thought about what you asked, but I know that if that person is you..."

"What about me?"

Nanjiang waved his sleeves embarrassedly, he had previously said that he was stupid, but he didn't think about it, and the orchid was the same: "If it's you, you don't have to do something moving for me, I'm... Rejoice. ”

Yu Ge was overjoyed, and asked what he wanted to ask the most: "If it was Min Xuan, what would you do?"

"Min Xuan, what does it have to do with Min Xuan, he didn't do anything that touched my heart!"

"What if he did?"

"Then I'll do what moves Min Xuan and give it back to him. Nanjiang said heartlessly.

Xuan Ge frowned: "Will you like Min Xuan because of the impression he gave you?"

Nanjiang couldn't help laughing, but because of what happened to Yan Li, Orchid was unhappy, so he asked me to put myself in my shoes to understand a truth, don't do to others what you don't want?

"Orchid, what happened to Yan Li just now, I didn't think about it and made you embarrassed, I am friends with Min Xuan, and this kind of thing will not happen. ”

I really hope that southern Xinjiang can understand a truth, and I am a little moved, and I will return it back and forth without being polite.

If his heart is attached to you, every little thing you do for him will make him happy and moved, and as a result, he will fall deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate himself.

Yu Ge approached Nanjiang, hugged him in his arms, and whispered in Nanjiang's ear: "In the future, no matter what happens, don't push me out, okay?"

Nanjiang said softly: "Let's go back!" I still have something to do. ”

"What?"

Nanjiang smiled mysteriously: "You'll know then." ”

The two of them returned to Tonghua Palace as a mist of different colors, and Xi Ge went to deal with official business as usual, and Nanjiang sat on a tea table, drawing something on plain paper.

On the tea table are several delicate small round plates, in which various colors of paint are placed.

Chiwu approached the tea table with a plate of pastries: "Nanjiang, you can eat something! I'll help you make it." After looking at the last step of coloring, he continued: "I don't know how to paint, but this coloring should be fine, you just need to tell me where to use what color." ”

"I'm going to finish it with my own hands, and I'll be done. ”

Looking at the few vivid saffron flowers on the plain paper, Chi Wuzan said: "The painting is so good, it's like putting Manshu Sawa on plain paper." ”

Nanjiang smiled, it must not be possible to draw other flowers, but to draw his own real body!

Chi Wu watched intently for a long time, and saw that the southern Xinjiang had finally finished coloring, and a beautiful and magical Manshu Sawa painting was completed.

"I'm going to frame it. As he spoke, Chiwu reached out to pick up the drawing paper.

"No, look at me. Nanjiang said playfully, and with a casual hand, a wisp of red filamentous mist emanated from his fingertips and floated to the drawing paper.

Suddenly, the painting was transformed into an origami fan, with a gold thread tassel on the pendant, and on both sides were fine black acid branch fan bones, each with a delicate and domineering yellow dragon on each fan bone.

There is a trace of excitement in the south of Xinjiang picked up the folding fan and opened it, the inner fan bone is also made of black acid branches, a few Manshu Shahua on the fan surface is very red, lined with paper fans quite good.

Chiwu was shocked by this unique and unique folding fan, "Wow~Wow...", several times before he said: "Nanjiang, I didn't expect you to have this craft!"

The white fish at the other end heard the exclamation of the red crow, and also came over to take a look.

The manshu sawa on the fan did not seem to surprise the white fish, but it was the small yellow dragon on the fan bones on both sides that attracted him.

"I've never seen a small insect with scales, but its image is very imposing. ”

When Nanjiang heard this, he laughed, what kind of insect is this! This is a miniature version of the Yellow Dragon!

If you let the Huang Long in the Xuan Ling Bead hear it, someone will refer to him as a worm, and he will not be so angry that he will burst out?

Turning his head to look at the desk where he was busy with official documents, he closed the folding fan and went to the desk of the song.

Xi Ge, who was very attentive, didn't notice that Nanjiang was approaching, and Nanjiang shook it under Xi Ge's eyes with a folding fan.

Xi Ge looked at the object in Nanjiang's hand: "What is this?"

"Don't be moved!"

Xi Ge took the folding fan, looked at it carefully, and recognized at a glance that the two fan bones were delicate and small yellow dragons.

Slowly open the folding fan, the red and bright Manshu Sawa on the fan surface is vivid, very moving.

It was the first time to receive a woman's gift, and it was sent by southern Xinjiang, and while Xu Ge was happy, he was also a little embarrassed.

"You drew it?"

"Yes!" Nan Jiang "giggled" cutely: "I drew myself for you." ”

This small appearance, watching the song is loved: "I like it, as long as you do it, I like it." ”

Looking at the folding fan opened on the desk, they all said that ten fingers were connected to the heart, and Xu Ge wanted to use a drop of his heart's blood to blend with the Manshu Sawa on the fan, not for anything else, just to be with Southern Xinjiang.

With a few chic movements, the blood on the tip of the heart was transported to the tip of the index finger of his left hand, and a wisp of yellow laser from the tip of his right finger slashed the index finger of his left hand.

A little bit of blood red dripped from the fingertips onto the manjusha on the fan, and the blood droplets smeared onto each manjush sawa at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The already delicate little red flower is more and more shocking and shocking.