"Mian'er, what do you think?" To Nanfeng Chang'an's surprise, Nan Fengyu actually asked Ye Qingmian directly instead of answering by himself.
"I think..." Ye Qingmian opened her confused eyes slightly and said calmly.
"Perhaps he will come back to you, but he will pretend not to know about it. When you tell the emperor, he will be shocked and say that he has no knowledge."
"Really? How can you see it?" Nan Fengyu was a little surprised. It was rare that Ye Qingmian could see so clearly.
"Because Nan Fengmu is that kind of person," Ye Qingmian said with a sarcastic smile in a cold voice.
"I didn't expect you to know him so well. I really underestimated you before."
I don't know if Nan Fengyu's voice was because of jealousy, but there was a sour smell permeating Ye Qingmian's bedroom in Qingchen Palace, which was elegantly and simply decorated.
"I've only met a few times. If you really want to know someone, you don't have to meet him every day. His little actions and habits will betray his ambition mercilessly."
Ye Qingmian felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to turn around, but was very embarrassed. Looking inside, it was Nanfeng Yu, and outside it was Nanfeng Chang'an. It was tangled.
"That makes sense," Nanfeng Changan said with a slight sigh.
He saw the hesitation in Ye Qingmian's distorted expression, which looked very cute. He gently squeezed her hand tightly and put her small hand in the palm of his own.
Ye Qingmian felt her heart warm. She knew what Nanfeng Changan was doing without even looking. She didn't know why. She always felt that there was a tacit understanding between her and Nanfeng Changan, which was very indescribable.
A tacit understanding that cannot be described in words
When Nanfeng Chang'an and Nan Fengyu were discussing some major events between countries, Ye Qingmian thought of the current practices of the three people, and couldn't help but think of the so-called 3-p in countless movies in the 21st century.
, couldn’t help but laugh out loud
The sound of the flute, like a silver bell, slightly interrupted the conversation between Nanfeng Changan and Nanfeng Yu. They both looked at Ye Qingmian in confusion.
"Mian'er, what are you laughing at?" Nan Fengyu asked in confusion first. This Concubine Ye always doesn't act according to common sense.
"I'm not laughing at anything. I always think you two look very loving... more like a couple." Ye Qingmian tried hard to hold back the laughter rising in her throat, pretending to be very serious.