The emperor walked in a hurry, but in the blink of an eye, even the palace attendants disappeared.
Nanjing Yu looked at Su Kui who was leaning in Nan Xuan Ge's arms with an ugly expression, her thin lips provoked a sarcastic smile, and said in a cold tone, "The emperor is good at it!"
There was a touch of fun in Su Kui's eyes, and he helped Nan Xuan Geyun to stand up lightly, but his expression was extremely innocent. After blinking and cutting her autumn eyes, the raised eyes showed a little bit of malice," said His Royal Highness. What, I don’t understand. It’s just that my palace is unwell, so I took a step first. Xuan Ge, let’s go back—"
The ending sound dragged long, revealing a domineering momentum.
Nan Xuan Ge didn't feel that this expression on Su Kui seemed strong and domineering, but instead thought she was really cute.
The hand holding her tightened, Su Kui slowly stepped forward, before leaving the hall, turning his head leisurely, and raising her lips to Nan Jingyu with a smile, "Why don't you see the Royal Concubine's appearance? It's something good or bad, if there is any chance..."
Yu Pa covered her lips and laughed softly, but it felt particularly harsh in Nanjing Yu's ears. His complexion was almost dripping, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Jing Liuyuan! Don't deceive people too much!"
Su Kui, who had already walked out of the door, heard the roar full of anger, but smiled more happily. His pale lips were grinning, and his pale and delicate face was a bit clearer than the plum blossoms in the courtyard.
"I'm deceiving you, so what can I do?!" Liang Liang dropped a sentence, and Su Kui got into the car with Nan Xuan Ge's gentle support.
But he was a teenager who hadn't really grown up. Although he was more able to conceal his emotions than his peers, he still couldn't make the top of the Taishan collapse unchanged. Compared with the future, he was a thousand miles away.
Why is such a Nanjing Yu scared
After getting in the car, the car swayed all the way towards the Changle Palace.
In the car, Nan Xuange picked up the stove plug to warm Su Kui's hands, took out a clean veil from his arms, and carefully wiped Su Kui's forehead. The tone is not without distress: "You are a woman, why don't you know how to cherish yourself? This time it is hurting and hurting. I see, I am afraid that the scar can't be removed!"
As he said, his eyes were flushed a bit, and the hatred in his eyes was obvious, "I'm sorry, this time I dragged you down. He was right. Maybe only Ye Ting is more suitable for me. You just send me away. Go back, I don’t want to cause you trouble again!"
Su Kui listened quietly, and when he had finished speaking, his face was covered with frost, and he asked in a deep voice, "Done?"
Throwing off his hand, she sneered, "It took me so much effort to keep you down. For you, I will kneel and kowtow to someone, put the dignity on the feet of others, and let others trample on them. I don't care about looks, I don’t care what others think, but now, you tell me that everything I do is self-conscious!"
After that, she leaned back wearily, and there was no emotion in her voice, "If you want to go back, go back, because we have never seen it. I owe you the life-saving grace, and I will pay it—"
Hearing this, Nan Xuan Ge's heart was painful like a needle prick, and it was like countless pairs of invisible hands that were torn fiercely. The empty heart was swept by the wind, leaving only cold.
He hurriedly held Su Kui's cold little hand, and said in an urgent and guilty tone: "I didn't mean Liu Yuan that way, I just, I just don't want to drag you down—"