"Then where will you rest, in the Qingchen Palace or the Emperor's Palace?" Ye Qingmian raised her slender eyebrows slightly.
"Just stay in Qingchen Palace. After all, it's late, and it's not good to go back and forth." Nanfeng Chang'an said lightly.
There is a piece of softness in his heart. He likes this woman very much. Looking at her indifferent expression and her neither humble nor arrogant appearance, his heart will feel warm like a spring breeze. He can't help but think about it, if he could meet her earlier.
Enough
"Well, then I'll ask someone to serve me." Ye Qingmian stood up gently. Just when he was about to leave the chair, he heard a very bold and fanatical suggestion that would probably make Nan Fengyu unhappy.
"If you don't mind, Mian'er, then we can discuss it on your bed. Of course, you can sleep together, but I won't do anything to you."
Nanfeng Changan seemed to have said the words naturally from his slender and sexy lips without thinking, and his head did not make any movements because of these words.
It is obvious that his words were not well thought out, but were simply an inner thought.
Only the deepest, most sincere, and pure thoughts are deeply ingrained in your heart, and you can speak them out without pretense.
Hearing Nanfeng Changan's words, does this mean that Nanfeng Changan has already developed a liking for him?
This sentence made Ye Qingmian's body pause awkwardly and inappropriately. She had already gradually moved away from the big bamboo and rattan chair, but now her body was stuck in the place where the big chair and the air wanted to meet. The chair was purple-green.
, covered with soft fur, a milky white blanket that looks extremely delicate and luxurious.
Nan Feng Yu's face was uncertain under the candlelight. He was very angry at Nan Feng Chang'an's proposal, but he remained calm on his face. He just gently raised his dark brown eyes and said calmly:
"Uncle Emperor, wouldn't this be bad? Mian'er is a girl after all, and she is also my concubine. If we do this, the reputation of the three of us seems to be..."
"Imperial nephew, you are so grand, how can you get into trouble because of these trivial things? If the etiquette binds us, then we must break through the etiquette. If the gossip drowns us, then we must fight our way out of the crowd of gossips.
Come on, this is not our destiny, this is our choice.”
Nanfeng Changan has a kind smile on his face, but the light emitted by a pair of long, slender, dark and deep pupils, with some cruelty but more of determination, can infect many people.