Dongfang Jing felt extremely awkward. Although she hated Zongzheng Fusu, her disgust for him was far less than that for Yuchimo. Now that Yu Chimo was defeated, for a while, she didn't know whether it was happiness or worry.
"Okay, okay! You young couple don't stand in the middle of the banquet to show your affection, I'm tired of seeing it!" Emperor Ning was very annoyed, and couldn't help waving his hands at them.
Murong Qianjue's big palm slid down Dongfang Jing's waist, and firmly held her small hand with one hand.
Dongfang Jing frowned, struggling, and wanted to withdraw her hand.
How could Murong Qianjue let her succeed
He grasped her big hand even tighter, holding her small hand tightly in his palm, and in the eyes of others, he looked like a loving husband and wife again.
Dongfang Jing was dragged back to her position so abruptly by him!
The eyes of Rong Yin and Xia Qinglan are amazingly consistent at this moment. They are all staring at the pair of hands that are holding each other. There is fire in their eyes, and they wish to burn them to melt. !
"It's finally safe and sound." Xia Qinglan's butler said in a low voice.
Xia Qinglan gave him a hard look, then let out a mouthful of "pooh" unceremoniously, venting all her dissatisfaction. He was urging him to marry a wife before, but now the wife he wants to marry has been booked by someone else, what a fart!
Yi Nanfang followed Rong Yin with a resentful expression on his face, "Master, it's all my fault for my subordinates, all my faults for my subordinates..."
Rong Yin smiled in a daze, "That's all. It's good that she's safe and sound. I shouldn't expect that..."
"Master, look at Miss Wanyun's weird expression, maybe... maybe it's just a stopgap measure, maybe she doesn't have any interest in helping Zongzheng Su." Yi Nanfang couldn't bear his young master's sadness, and continued to comfort him.
Rong Yin waved his hand and said, "It's getting late, please send me out of the palace."
"Master..."
Yi Nanfang could see the disappointment in his eyes, saying any more words would cause even greater harm, so he obediently kept silent, pushed Rong Yin's wheelchair, and slowly walked out of Jinxiu Palace.
The night was colorful, and after admiring the lanterns, everyone dispersed.
Murong Qianjue held Dongfang Jing's hand tightly from the beginning to the end, refusing to let go.
Dongfang Jing knew that he had a high official position, so she couldn't disobey him openly, so she could only say in a cold voice, "His Royal Highness, it's time to let go. My father is going to take his family out of the palace, and Wan Yun should go back with him. This big night It's getting dark, Wan Yun dare not walk alone at night..."
"It's okay." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Murong Qianjue. Murong Qianjue raised his eyebrows at her, and said with a chuckle, "Later, I will take you back home."
"you… "
Dongfang Jing didn't want to stay with him until late at night!
She was extremely depressed, and only felt that this ghost king was very difficult to deal with! A moment of indifference, a moment of enthusiasm, a moment of unfeeling, and a moment of passion, she almost fainted!
Zi Yan's eyes were burning, staring at the two people in front of her, her face was extremely cold.
Liu Feng squinted his eyes and looked at Dongfang Jing, as if he had many doubts in his heart.
At about midnight, Dongfang Jing was forced to return home in Prince Gong's carriage.
Murong Qianjue sent her to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then stood face to face with her, changed from his previous cynical attitude, and said coldly, "My lord still has a question to ask you."
Your Highness Prince Gong wants to ask a question, how dare I, a little girl, not answer? If you want to ask, just ask!
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