The woman is wearing a green dress and a plain skirt, and she looks pure and beautiful. The man was old, with a face as skinny as a dead tree, lifeless.
These two people are Nangong Yulian and Nangong Mu who have nothing to do with them.
And it was Nangong Mu who spoke.
"Zhuo'er, I watched your father grow up, and I watched you grow up. When did you become so ignorant? Is it just for a woman? Is it worth it
You must know that as a king, you should put the overall situation first. How can you inherit the throne of Dali Kingdom with your character
Hey, compared to Chu'er, you still have a long way to go.
I heard about the Sun family’s affairs. This is a national matter, and no veteran can be wronged.
Regarding this matter, I think it’s better to take them back first and leave it to your uncle the emperor to handle. "
Nangong Mu waved his hands with a condescending look on his face.
Well, really good.
When something goes wrong, the spiritual king who protects the country will say: I am old and don’t want to get involved in worldly affairs. Let the soldiers use their fresh lives to pave the way for victory. Let Feng Xingying, a small great spiritual master, fight with six The Xuanling Master tried his best.
Shouldn't this kind of thing be the business of your country-protecting spiritual king
Okay, you refuse, you give up your responsibilities, you just want to accompany your granddaughter to marry to Tianyu Kingdom, we have nothing to say.
Then just go and be obedient.
So what do you mean by your nonsense now
You are still a dazzling person, relying on your old age to show off your old age!
Nangong Zhuo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood for the Nangong family to have such a shameless country-protecting spirit king.
But his strength, even with the guards around him, was no match for Nangong Mu.
He had to endure it!
Nangong Zhuo's hand holding the wheelchair was almost bleeding.
Nangong Ling kept pressing his hand, signaling him not to act rashly.
"laugh."
Sneering laughter came from outside the tent.
Another man and woman entered side by side.
It's just that the two people this time are much more eye-catching than the two who came in just now.
The man was tall, handsome, and so perfect that it made people jealous. There was a trace of disdain on his face. The slightly raised corners of his lips gave people an indescribable coldness.
The girl next to him was wearing a lavender gauze skirt with exquisite and flamboyant iris patterns embroidered on the skirt. She was also wearing a dark Tianling silk cloak that was obviously one size larger.
It was obviously a men's cloak that was one size larger, but when it was put on her, she felt indescribably handsome.
There seemed to be nothing in the man's eyes, and it was only when I turned my head slightly to look at the woman next to me that stars would flow in my eyes.
The two of them are naturally Qin Molin and Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying said many times that she is not cold, she is not cold, she is not cold, but Qin Molin refused to listen to her explanation and only gave her two choices: either put it on, or I will hold you.
Feng Xingying wisely chose the former.
If she was allowed to hold him all the time, how could she have the face to show off to others!
He must have done it on purpose. Doesn't Qin Molin know these basic common sense
Feng Xingying is only an ice spirit, so his body is cold. This is common sense! It’s not like wearing an extra layer of clothing will keep you warm! Even if I hold it, I can't.
Anyway, that’s it now.
Feng Xingying simply resigned and didn't think about the cloak.
Don't think about it, because she wore Qin Molin's cloak, which further showed that she was his.
The important thing now is Nangong Mu!
Feng Xingying didn't look at Nangong Mu, but turned to look at Qin Molin teasingly:
"Isn't it true that you, Prince Leng, are just like this? You've been bullied to the point of being bullied and no one dares to stand up."