Qin Huawu looked at Nangong Chen, who quickly waved his hand and explained, "I also think that the ninth younger sister is a very good person, but... I am jealous of beauty."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered what the censor had said before, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Qin Huawu took a sip of wine sadly, "Forget it, it's all over. Let's not talk about these things for now. From now on, Nangong Ling and I can be considered a family. We can't let him because of the grudge between me and him.

I broke up with my junior sister."

Nangong Chen didn't want to say anything more, he was the best at winning people's hearts, and he didn't care about this moment.

"Hua Wu is willing to tell me this because he treats me as a friend. Don't worry. If you need help in the future, even though I have been in Kyoto for so many years, this is the first time I have made friends with Jiang Hu.

friends on.”

Qin Huawu was not polite to him, "Thank you, Your Highness, I feel much better now."

After a heart-to-heart talk, the two returned to the front yard.

People admiring the flowers were in groups, and they all expressed their love for these words.

Nangong Chen had just returned, and those ladies who were still paying attention to the flowers quietly blushed and looked at Nangong Chen shyly.

They all dressed up specially when they went out, hoping to win Nangong Chen's favor today.

Nangong Chen proudly faced these affectionate eyes, feeling complacent in his heart, but his face was cold and dignified.

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly started whispering.

"I heard that Princess Sheng did not die at all, but was taken back by Mr. Feng from the Western Regions. I heard that a wedding will be held recently."

"Really? No wonder Prince Sheng has been in poor health since he returned to the capital. Could he be angry about this?"

"Who knows, but His Highness Prince Sheng has indeed looked a lot haggard recently."

…

Nangong Chen frowned and yelled loudly: "What a bastard, who allowed you to gossip in the East Palace?"

There were quite a few people gathered around just now. Although they were frightened and dispersed by Nangong Chen's scolding, the rumors that should have spread have already spread.

Because of the prince's reputation, Nangong Ling did not want to openly have a serious relationship with the generals, so she came to the East Palace to attend the flower viewing banquet, but she did not expect to be tricked by Nangong Chen.

His face was very ugly, and his sharp facial features were now covered with a layer of ice.

There was a slight provocation in Nangong Chen's eyes, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "This happened at the flower viewing banquet. It's true that the emperor is sorry for you. The emperor has already dealt with those people who are gossiping. The emperor has dealt with this matter."

Brother will definitely investigate clearly and give you an explanation."

Nangong Ling sneered, "I'm afraid brother Huang is already impatiently waiting to see my jokes, right?"

"How could the Ninth Emperor think so? You will always be my favorite Ninth Brother." Nangong Chen glared at Nangong Ling, as if what he said made him sad.

After saying that, he apologized to Miaoyu and said: "Miss Miaoyu, there is no need to be sad. Some things have passed. You should focus on the present."

How could Miaoyu not know that Nangong Chen did it on purpose, but today's incident can be regarded as giving her a bad breath.

It was too late for her to be happy, so how could she be sad?

However, she still had to do some superficial work. She raised her hand and wiped the wet corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

Nangong Chen smiled and said angrily: "Since Wongyu is about to get married to the Nine Emperors Brothers, don't always call me Prince. Just call me Emperor Brother like the Nine Emperors Brothers."

Miaoyu blushed and nodded shyly, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Huang. The prince is not in good health recently. We will go back now. Please make sure to investigate today's events."

She looks soft and frail, which makes people feel more affectionate unconsciously.

Nangong Chen saw that Nangong Ling still looked very disdainful towards this, and he sneered in his heart, but he agreed, "Of course, why would I stand by and watch?"

Nangong Ling's cold eyes were fixed on Nangong Chen. The murderous aura tempered from the battlefield made Nangong Chen, the prince, couldn't help but shrink back.

When he realized that he had been frightened by Nangong Ling, his face became a little ugly.

His tone was no longer as gentle as before, "Is the emperor dissatisfied with my decision just now?"

Nangong Ling didn't give any face to Nangong Chen. She sneered and walked away without saying a word.

The hands in his long sleeves were tightly clenched. If he hadn't been thinking about taking things step by step, he would have wanted to smash Nangong Chen's head with a punch.

But...she wants to get married to Feng Xiye?

Nangong Ling didn't want to believe this fact in her heart, but she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. The love Gu that she had suppressed forcibly seemed to be starting to haunt her chest.

He had long legs, and he didn't stop after leaving the East Palace. Wan Yu couldn't catch up with him even though he was out of breath.

"Brother Ling, brother Ling..."

His voice came from far behind, and Nangong Ling still didn't stop. He obviously didn't have much patience for witty words anymore, but in order to have a better chance of winning against Feng Xiye, he still had to keep her.

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The carriage of Prince Sheng's Mansion stopped at the entrance of the palace. He got on the carriage, closed his eyes, and Feng Jiuqing's face appeared in front of him.

He asked An Qi in a low voice, "Is there no news from An Yi yet?"

An Qi didn't know what happened to Nangong Ling in the East Palace, but seeing the anger on his face at the moment, he understood that the matter must be related to Feng Jiuqing.

He replied in a low voice, "Based on the time, An Yi should have just arrived in Yandu not long ago. Feng Xiye is cautious in doing things. I'm afraid he won't be able to get close to the princess so easily."

As he talked about the latter part, An Qi's voice became smaller and smaller. He knew that what his master wanted was only results. As for how difficult the process was, it was no excuse for the lack of results after so many days.

Nangong Ling said nothing, and small beads of sweat broke out on An Qi's forehead.

At this time, Piaoyu had already trotted to the side of the carriage.

"Brother Ling."

There was a cry of grievance in her voice.

The conversation between Nangong Ling and An Qi ended here. Wan Yu got into the carriage, his eyes were still red, and he timidly did not dare to look into Nangong Ling's eyes.

"I'm just saying that Brother Ling has changed and doesn't love me at all. Before... you clearly said you wanted to marry me before. This time you came back and your whole person has changed. Did... did I make my own decision and let the emperor

Are you feeling uncomfortable with the gift of marriage?"

Nangong Ling pursed her lips and said coldly, "No."

"obviously it is."

Wiaoyu got into his arms while he wasn't paying attention, sobbing and sobbing.

Nangong Ling frowned and did not push her away. He just raised his hands high, not wanting to have more contact with her.

By the time Wan Yu finished crying, the carriage had already staggered to the gate of Prince Sheng's Mansion.

Along the way, although Nangong Ling did not reject Miaoyu and was embraced by her, he was still different from before. He would not comfort Miaoyu, let alone promise her anything.

Wudi, who was nestled in Nangong Ling's arms, stopped crying and a dark light flashed in her eyes.
Chapter completed!