"Xuan Bing, I can't figure it out for the life of me. Ziyou has always treated me very well. Why is he suddenly acting so abnormally and coming here to eat and live with a woman? Have you noticed anything unusual?"
Ning Yue asked as she walked
Xuan Bing's face changed slightly, "Princess... Actually Fu Ma can't remember the princess anymore. Judging from his appearance, he must be confused by strange spiritual arts."
When Ning Yue heard this, her heart relaxed.
Indeed, it is impossible for Ziyou to abandon her. Someone must be causing the obstruction.
But who is this person?
My father and my mother have no control-type spiritual arts at all.
Therefore, it cannot be done by people in the palace
But who else?
Yun Shuizhuo? Or who it is? Ningyue can't think of who that person is. After all, after she got married to Ziyou, she has never done anything important and offended anyone.
It was Leng Congming who was offended, but he had long since been deprived of spiritual arts and martial arts and was exiled
Unknowingly, Ningyue had walked to the building. Xuan Bing pushed the door open and walked in. Ningyue and others walked in. It was a large wooden house.
As soon as you enter, you are greeted by a garden filled with flowers.
The courtyard is deep, with sweet-scented osmanthus blooming now, and many colorful flowers that the moon cannot name.
There is a huge sycamore tree, with leaves falling one after another. Under the tree, there are two wicker chairs. A man is sitting lazily on the chair, and a woman is gently beating his bones from behind.
The man was extremely handsome, and his faint smile froze on his lips after seeing Ning Yue.
Ningyue looked at him blankly
Ziyou, is it him?
But why, that lazy attitude, that frozen smile on his lips... didn't look like him at all?
No...he must still recognize Ningyue, otherwise how could he freeze his smile?
But in an instant, Ziyou regained her shallow smile.
So cold, so ice
The woman was extremely charming. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Ning Yue, who was staring in front of her. She stood up gently and arrogantly, leaned over again, and kissed Ziyou's lips gently.
"Bastard!" Xuan Bing was furious and struck out with a palm. Ziyou flicked his sleeve and knocked back the spiritual power.
Ningyue's face turned pale. How could she not feel heartbroken when she saw her beloved man being so ambiguous with another woman?
With a flick of her fingers, the counterattack technique was instantly resolved.