Nangong Ling walked away gracefully, but it made Nangong Yue cry.

"Qiuqiu! Brother Huang is bad!"

She was as alert as a three-year-old child, so naturally she couldn't see the confrontation between the two. She only knew that the toy was thrown high and she couldn't get it, so she started yelling angrily.

Nangong Ling made a move, and couldn't help but feel annoyed that she had acted impulsively.

Just as he was about to turn back, he saw Feng Jiuqing bending down, picking up a stone and throwing it up and down. She looked at him with a smile that was half-smile but not a smile. It was written with ridicule.

She threw the stone and knocked the ball down with a precise strike.

Ignoring the constipated look on Nangong Ling's face, she took the ball, turned around and coaxed softly, "Yue'er, don't be anxious, the ball is here."

Nangong Yue shed tears, smiled happily, clapped her hands and said, "Sister-in-law is amazing!"

Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he had forgotten his brother Nangong Ling in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Ling felt depressed in her heart, but looking at Nangong Yue's innocent smile, she finally took a deep breath and strode out of the yard angrily.

Nangong Ling had just come out of the courtyard when a piece of clothes in the corner disappeared in a hurry and went to Ruyi Pavilion.

"You mean, brother Ling not only sent lychees to Fengqiyuan, but also took the initiative to go there today?" Miaoyu casually peeled off a lychee and asked calmly.

Qiu Chan nodded quickly and added: "Princess, everyone in the house is saying that Feng Jiuqing has some tricks. Will this affect your plan?"

Miaoyu put the pulp into his mouth, frowned, and then said with certainty: "Feng Jiuqing harmed fifty thousand of his soldiers. It is impossible for Nangong Ling to forgive her. But Feng Jiuqing does have some tricks."

Thinking of her deeply hidden medical skills, Wiaoyu frowned and thought for a moment, then returned to the look of having everything under control.

"To be on the safe side, I'll count the days and it's time for that thing to attack."

Qiu Chan raised her eyelids and asked in a low voice: "If the princess really wants to do this, wouldn't she be giving Nangong Ling an advantage?"

Piaoyu just twisted a handkerchief she handed over and wiped his juice-stained fingers.

She looks soft and frail, and even if she doesn't smile on her face, she is still not aggressive. Even her voice is soft, but what she says is quite hidden.

"If you can't let go of your children, you can't trap a wolf."

Qiu Chan didn't dare to talk at that moment.

That night.

Nangong Ling, who was looking over the official documents in his study, suddenly heard movement outside the door, and saw Wongyu standing at the door with a smile on his face, holding a food box in his hand.

Nangong Ling's stern face softened slightly, "Why are you here?"

Although the study was an important space, he obviously had no intention of preventing the witty words from entering.

"Brother Ling, I heard from the maids that you didn't eat much for dinner and you were still busy in the study, so I asked the kitchen to cook lotus seed soup for you."

Wan Yu Sheng Lian walked in step by step. Nangong Ling was afraid of tiring her, so he stood up and pulled her to sit beside him.

However, I still subconsciously block the scroll content on the desktop.

He said: "Thank you. Just leave these things to them. Your body is not healed yet."

Punchline didn't even glance at the table, and moved away calmly.

She took out the lotus seed soup with a smile and said softly: "This is what I should do. Brother Ling, drink it while it's hot. I'll watch you drink it."

Nangong Ling nodded, picked it up, and drank it spoon by spoon. The affectionate scene made the guards and maids guarding the door couldn't help but secretly rejoice at the good relationship between the two.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen after he had finished half the bowl.

People in the royal family are all too familiar with the poison of love!

He frowned and glanced at Wan Yu calmly.

As if he hadn't noticed it, he suddenly put down his spoon and came over to him. He turned his head and asked, "Brother Ling, is this lotus seed soup not delicious?"

Her breath sprayed lightly on the side of Nangong Ling's neck, and if it was there or not, it teased Nangong Ling's string of reason and almost broke it.

"Is this lotus seed soup cooked in the kitchen?" Nangong Ling asked.

He also secretly exerted force, intending to force out the medicinal properties, but his internal energy was suddenly blocked, making him see that his success was in vain.

Miaoyu muttered, "Brother Ling doesn't think Yu'er made this for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Ling suddenly grabbed Miaoyu. Miaoyu exclaimed and was pushed down by him.

"Brother Ling!" Miaoyu seemed to realize that something was wrong with his expression, and there was a flash of panic in his eyes.

It was this look of panic that caused Nangong Ling to have a headful of ice water poured on his head. He stood up abruptly, took a staggering step, and took a few steps back.

"Yu'er, you go back first!" He restrained himself and scolded him coldly.

Miaoyu was stunned, with disbelief in his eyes.

This is impossible. Nangong Ling is infected with the love poison, and the lotus seed soup is laced with love potion. How can he still maintain his sanity?

"Brother Ling, what's wrong with you?" She lowered her face, pretending to be worried, and was about to touch Nangong Ling.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling shook off her hand decisively.

The paper and ink on the table were accidentally swept to the floor, and there was a sudden splashing sound in the room.

"Your Majesty!" The guard outside the door heard the movement and hurried in without saying a word.

Nangong Ling couldn't care about them, and he didn't restrain his evil thoughts. He bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to force himself to stabilize the trace of clarity.

"Yu'er, you go back first today, I'm not feeling well."

After that, he left in a hurry, leaving only the guards looking at each other. What happened to the prince?

When Miaoyu came to his senses, he saw that he had disappeared without even a piece of his clothes, so he stamped his feet fiercely, then realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly calmed down his expression.

She didn't believe it. She was possessed by love. Nangong Ling loved her so much that he would abandon her at this moment.

But when he went out again, Nangong Ling was nowhere to be found.

What happens here has nothing to do with Fengqiyuan.

In the dead of night, there was laughter coming from the house in the courtyard.

Nangong Yue, who was lying on the bed, took Feng Jiuqing's hand, rested her little face in her palm, and yelled: "Sister-in-law! I still want to listen! Yue'er wants to hear the story!"

Feng Jiuqing was helpless, and nodded her nose, speaking in a doting tone, "You have listened to it three times, sleep well tonight, okay? I will tell you again tomorrow night, okay?"

"No, no, no..."

Nangong Yue was refusing to give up. At this moment, the door outside the courtyard was suddenly pushed open.

Both of them were startled.

Feng Jiuqing even subconsciously stood in front of Nangong Yue. When she saw the figure outside the door clearly, her face suddenly darkened, "Nangong Ling, why are you so crazy if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Nangong Ling didn't say a word, just stared at her, which made Feng Jiuqing tremble.

No, Nangong Ling's state is obviously wrong!

Could it be that he dreamed about something in the middle of the night and started to go crazy again, and came to kill her?

Feng Jiuqing almost immediately became defensive.

When Nangong Yue saw the person clearly, she softly called out: "Brother Emperor..."
Chapter completed!