"Mian'er is just joking. After all, in the heart of every woman, she always feels that her husband is unique in the world, and for other men, it is just perfunctory language. Compared with the emperor, My nephew is not jealous. Think about the generational difference between us that can never be changed and cannot be changed, and you will feel relieved."
As Nanfeng Changan spoke, his heart seemed to be pressed hard by a huge rock. He was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. His mind was blocked by a large area of light and shadow. It was that as uncomfortable
"Since the emperor understands this truth very well, then I am very pleased."
Nan Feng Yu's indifferent expression changed again. He was still the same man who was respectful to Nan Feng Chang'an, with a natural look and clear eyes.
"Why do you have to worry? Could it be that the emperor's nephew still has doubts about your own charm?" Nanfeng Changan Qingjun said with a slightly unnatural face, pretending to smile.
Ye Qingmian looked at the superficial laughter and joy between Nanfeng Chang'an and Nanfeng Yu with a quiet expression on the side, and the secret struggle inside, and felt hard in his heart.
Indeed, as Nanfeng Chang'an said, there were more than ten years between her and him, a generation difference, just like being separated by a Milky Way, they could only look at each other from a distance.
Ye Qingmian's eyes are very sad, and sadness seems to be contagious. Otherwise, why is there an indelible sadness on Nanfeng Changan's handsome face, deep in his evil and affectionate eyes?
"Uncle Huang, you are really trying to kill me. I still know how much I am worth. If I kill other people in an instant, it will naturally be no problem and I will grow up smoothly. But I don't dare to act like a fool in front of Uncle Huang. "Deep"
Nan Fengyu's voice was calm, but there was an indescribable feeling of pride slowly emerging on his face.
"Don't be too modest." Nanfeng Chang'an suddenly felt that it was boring, so he said to Nanfeng Yu, "It's already very late, I should go back, and you... should also go and rest."
Nanfeng Changan's last words were said with some hesitation, which brought out a sense of nothingness and pain from the bottom of his heart, and brought out waves of reluctance and speechlessness.
"Okay, it's indeed very late. Then, uncle, please go back and I'll find someone to see you off." Nan Fengyu said quietly, not wanting to stay.
"Why don't you just stay in Qingchen Palace, uncle?" Ye Qingmian said softly, and before Nan Fengyu's eyes could become sharp, he added, "Aren't you two uncles and nephews going to be separated soon?" Well, there are many more things to discuss."