"Your Majesty, since the black general is seriously ill, let me go. The black general will take over the affairs of the Suozi Army. King Yan, what do you think?"

"Boom!" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind the curtain. Naga looked sideways and saw Jian Yao kneeling on the ground. The ink jade bottle beside him fell down. There were whispers in the hall. Naga immediately calmed down and looked at

The King of Yan said with a sneer on his face: "Confess Jimo as the general of the left wing, follow the King of Yan on the expedition, and withdraw from the court!"

The gold satin-covered embroidered shoes crushed the remaining flowers in the garden. Jian Yao held up the hem of her skirt and looked around for it. Someone came towards her, and she bumped into him by mistake, causing the person to moan.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Naga grabbed her arm and shouted in pain: "Why are you running?"

"I'm looking for Jimo, have you seen Jimo?"

"No……"

Jian Yao turned around to leave, but was pulled back by Nagara: "Where is Xiao Hei?"

"The wound opened again halfway, and I didn't let him come over!"

Unable to wait for the words to be finished, Jian Yao struggled to escape from Naga's hands and ran towards the depths of Chaoyang Palace.

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga walked to Na Xin's bed and saw that he was holding a woman's hairpin in a daze. He raised his eyebrows, crept closer, and then made a strange scream into Na Xin's ear, which made Na Xin sit up in fright.

When I got up, his expression softened slightly when I saw him.

"Whose?"

Naga snatched it away, but Na Xin's long arm failed to grab it and was whipped by him. Naga put the hairpin under his nose, took a deep breath, and said with an intoxicated look:

"Alas...beautiful..."

Na Xin looked at him dumbfounded and allowed him to mess around. Suddenly he remembered something and asked:

"how's it going?"

"What's going on? King Yan and Jimo go on an expedition, and you stay behind!"

Na Xin frowned and lowered his head in deep thought.

"The intention of King Yan couldn't be more obvious, but he thought a little bit wrong. If the sky is gone, what else does he have?"

Naga snorted, and Na Xin shook his head and said, "What if he had already paved the way for himself?"

"The way out? What?"

Naga looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you think he will collude with Feng Xie?"

"With his character, it's quite possible!"

After hearing this, Naga slammed the edge of the bed and said bitterly: "Then Jimo will be in trouble!"

Na Xin looked at him quietly. His face was slightly blue under the candlelight. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "You know, the person he is trying to drag to the battlefield is you!"

Na Xin's eyes were a little worried, and both of them looked at each other silently. After a while, Na Xin's breathing gradually became rapid and he began to cough. Na Xin quickly reached out his hand, but was pushed away by him. He held on to the edge of the bed and coughed for a while.

He took a deep breath and said:

"Damn, I'm sick again, it looks like things are going to change!"

Na Xin frowned and thought for a while and said, "It's past the winter solstice. Could it be that the cold wave from the north is coming?"

Naga nodded: "It is estimated that my body is very accurate, and I will definitely fall ill when there is a vision in the sky."

"I wonder if this winter will be very cold." Naxin murmured, and Naga stretched out his hand to hold his.

"Xiao Hei, if it's cold, will Mo Qi be affected?"

Na Xin turned his face, with deep sadness in his eyes.

"Don't go, don't go!"

Jian Yao shouted at the back of the lake. Jimo turned around in surprise and saw Jian Yao, whose hair was messy from running.

"Don't go!"

She rushed to him and grabbed his collar.

"What's the matter?" "Your Majesty, since the black general is seriously ill, let me go and let the black general take over the affairs of the Suozi Army. King Yan, what do you think?"

"Boom!" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind the curtain. Naga looked sideways and saw Jian Yao kneeling on the ground. The ink jade bottle beside him fell down. There were whispers in the hall. Naga immediately calmed down and looked at

The King of Yan said with a sneer on his face: "Confess Jimo as the general of the left wing, follow the King of Yan on the expedition, and withdraw from the court!"

The gold satin-covered embroidered shoes crushed the remaining flowers in the garden. Jian Yao held up the hem of her skirt and looked around for it. Someone came towards her, and she bumped into him by mistake, causing the person to moan.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Naga grabbed her arm and shouted in pain: "Why are you running?"

"I'm looking for Jimo, have you seen Jimo?"

"No……"

Jian Yao turned around to leave, but was pulled back by Nagara: "Where is Xiao Hei?"

"The wound opened again halfway, and I didn't let him come over!"

Unable to wait for the words to be finished, Jian Yao struggled to escape from Naga's hands and ran towards the depths of Chaoyang Palace.

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga walked to Na Xin's bed and saw that he was holding a woman's hairpin in a daze. He raised his eyebrows, crept closer, and then made a strange scream into Na Xin's ear, which made Na Xin sit up in fright.

When I got up, his expression softened slightly when I saw him.

"Whose?"

Naga snatched it away, but Na Xin's long arm failed to grab it and was whipped by him. Naga put the hairpin under his nose, took a deep breath, and said with an intoxicated look:

"Alas...beautiful..."

Na Xin looked at him dumbfounded and allowed him to mess around. Suddenly he remembered something and asked:

"how's it going?"

"What's going on? King Yan and Jimo go on an expedition, and you stay behind!"

Na Xin frowned and lowered his head in deep thought.

"The intention of King Yan couldn't be more obvious, but he thought a little bit wrong. If the sky is gone, what else does he have?"

Naga snorted, and Na Xin shook his head and said, "What if he had already paved the way for himself?"

"The way out? What?"

Naga looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you think he will collude with Feng Xie?"

"With his character, it's quite possible!"

After hearing this, Naga slammed the edge of the bed and said bitterly: "Then Jimo will be in trouble!"

Na Xin looked at him quietly. His face was slightly blue under the candlelight. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "You know, the person he is trying to drag to the battlefield is you!"

Na Xin's eyes were a little worried, and both of them looked at each other silently. After a while, Na Xin's breathing gradually became rapid and he began to cough. Na Xin quickly reached out his hand, but was pushed away by him. He held on to the edge of the bed and coughed for a while.

He took a deep breath and said:

"Damn, I'm sick again, it looks like things are going to change!"

Na Xin frowned and thought for a while and said, "It's past the winter solstice. Could it be that the cold wave from the north is coming?"

Naga nodded: "It is estimated that my body is very accurate, and I will definitely fall ill when there is a vision in the sky."

"I wonder if this winter will be very cold." Naxin murmured, and Naga stretched out his hand to hold his.

"Xiao Hei, if it's cold, will Mo Qi be affected?"

Na Xin turned his face, with deep sadness in his eyes.

"Don't go, don't go!"

Jian Yao shouted at the back of the lake. Jimo turned around in surprise and saw Jian Yao, whose hair was messy from running.

"Don't go!"

She rushed to him and grabbed his collar.
Chapter completed!