"If you want to marry into the royal family, you must be justified." Emperor Jing pretended to be on the ground.
"Oh? How can it be justifiable?" Su Luo snuggled into Nangong Liuyun's arms and raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile.
"Go back to the Su Mansion and let the old man Su come to discuss the marriage in person, otherwise, the Nangong royal family will never marry a stinky girl of unknown origin." Emperor Jing said with a serious face and righteous words.
Go back to Su Mansion? Hearing this, Su Luo secretly felt amused.
When Su Zian saw that the catastrophe was imminent, he did not hesitate to expel her from the Su Mansion. Now that she has the blood of the spirit on her body, she would not hesitate to put down her face and force her to return to the Su Mansion, which is really ridiculous. Is she Su Luo someone else can force it if they want
At the moment, Su Luo smiled and looked directly at Emperor Jing: "Want me to go back to Su Mansion? No way." She could guess what Su Zian was thinking with her toes. If she entered the Su Mansion, would she be able to come out alive? That is by no means impossible.
When Emperor Jing was rejected by Su Luo in person, he immediately became angry: "What did you say?"
"I said, it's impossible." Su Luo raised a sneer and glanced at Emperor Jing lightly.
"Don't you want to marry Nangong Liuyun?" Emperor Jing pointed at Nangong Liuyun and asked angrily.
Nangong Liuyun held Su Luo's hand tightly.
Su Luo intertwined his fingers with his backhand, and then greeted Emperor Jing: "Nangong Liuyun must be mine."
"What a courageous, arrogant tone!" Emperor Jing was overjoyed by Su Luo's words!
He was such a perfect son, such a son of extraordinary genius, she even dared to say this shamelessly!
"You..." Emperor Jing pointed at Su Luo and his fingers trembled slightly, the blue veins on his forehead burst out, obviously Su Luo was seriously angry.
But at this time, Su Luo snuggled in Nangong Liuyun's arms like no one else, and slowly peeled a grape and put it into Nangong Liuyun's mouth.
Although Nangong Liuyun did not speak from the beginning to the end, his actions had clearly stood by Su Luo.
After eating a grape slowly, Nangong Liuyun glanced at Emperor Jing, who was trembling with anger, and asked casually, "Are you feeling better?"
Are you mad? Emperor Jing only felt his forehead turn black for a while.
His precious son, seeing that he was so popular, not only did not help, but he calmly asked him if he was mad? The more Jingdi thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"You, you two! Nizi! Humph!" Emperor Jing shook his sleeves and turned his back. If he were to see Nangong Liuyun's calm expression again, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would die.
"Since it's a rebel, it doesn't go against your words, but it doesn't live up to its name, isn't it?" Nangong Liuyun said casually while peeling an amber grape and feeding it to Su Luo.
"..." Emperor Jing was so angry that it was like a convulsion, and his nose was like a bellows.
"In a word, don't even think about wanting my girl to return to Su Mansion." Nangong Liuyun waved his hand at will, and settled the world in one sentence.
"But..." Although he knew that the words spoken by Liuyun from Da Nangong would never change since he was a child, Emperor Jing still wanted to make his last dying struggle.
"Nothing to discuss." Nangong Liuyun smiled lightly, "Is there anything else the royal father has to do?"
Emperor Jing glared at Nangong Liuyun angrily, he wanted to refute, but at this time, a seemingly invisible force of pressure spread from Nangong Liuyun's body.