"Of course it is. Although my sister is very smart and won't make any mistakes, it's not wrong to remember some of these principles. After all, the person we serve is the emperor," Murong Yan said with a smile.
Snowflakes are still falling, and the air is gradually getting colder and colder
Ye Qingmian sighed slightly, looked at the snowflakes flying under the orange light of the lantern, and said slowly: "Sister, I understand, I will keep it in mind, thank you for your advice."
"You are so polite. The concubines in our harem must live in harmony, so that we can alleviate unnecessary trouble for the emperor, right?" Murong Yan's smile was very fake.
"But what on earth were you doing here just now? Actually, I can't blame my sister, it's just because your posture just now is really too easy to arouse people's imagination," Murong Yan said with grievance.
"I have the habit of going out at night. I met Concubine Ye here. The snow on the ground was not deep, but it was easy to slip. She didn't bring a lantern or maid, so she staggered a little. I just went to help her.
I just wanted to make a joke with you, the emperor’s nephew, so I hope you’re not surprised.” Nanfeng Changan said without thinking at all.
Just when Nanfeng Changan said these words, Ye Qingmian suddenly realized the difference between Nanfeng Changan and Nanfeng Yu
Nanfeng Changan is sensible and will give appropriate reasons when necessary, even if they are contrary to the truth.
But Nan Fengyu is different. Nan Fengyu has always hated acting and hypocrisy, so his happiness and anger are all on his face.
Ye Qingmian himself also hates deception. Even if it is a white lie, it is not that he is noble, but it is a state of mind and a habit.
In her mind, she was more prepared to judge the gap between herself and Nanfeng Chang'an, so she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed because of what happened just now. Did she really go too far?
"Is that so? Sister?" Although I heard Nanfeng Changan's explanation, this explanation is untenable.
"Sister, why are you coming out so late? Are you lonely alone in the empty boudoir, or are you going out for a private meeting because you miss someone?" Murong Yan said with a half-smile, her eyes straight and watery.
Looking at Ye Qingmian
"Sister, you really praise me. When it comes to loneliness, who can compare to my sister who has been in Wuya for a year? But you also showed up tonight, right...that is to say, you are not in Wuya country.
What if there is no 'alone in the empty boudoir'?" Ye Qingmian did not show any weakness at all.