"Brother, please wake up. She doesn't belong to you. Just give up. Her foot injury has healed now. Maybe it won't be long before the prince will take her back to the palace.
, I advise you to move on and don’t fall in love. Whose name was that just now? Zi Yan, right? She’s pretty good-looking. I don’t need to say more about the next words, haha..." Nangong Qian'er finished.
, couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Nangong Qian'er, let me tell you, I will not let her leave here, and I will never let her marry the prince. Just wait and see." Nangong Xudan waved his sleeves and left.
After Nangong Nuo'er had dinner, she went to greet Mrs. Nangong. Because she was not in good health and had been recuperating in her yard all day, she didn't tell her about her injury so as not to worry her.
After seeing her, she went back to her room. Her addiction to Black Jade Ointment had become less and less. She had an attack every day instead of only once every few days. When she had an attack, she no longer needed to use it.
She can still bear the discomfort of tying her body with thick ropes. It is estimated that it won't be long before she can completely get rid of her addiction to black jade ointment.[
At night, just as she lay down on bed to get ready for sleep, she found that her thighs began to hurt.
"It must be that you exercised too intensely today, which is why your thigh hurts." Nangong Nuoer stretched out her hand to rub the sore area with some difficulty. Just as she was about to stand up and find some ointment to rub it, she heard a burst of noise coming from outside the door.
The light footsteps seemed to make no sound when stepping on the ground, but they still couldn't escape her ears. These footsteps were not those of Xiaoxiao and Xiaoqi, nor Ziyan's, but his. Even she herself didn't know she was the footsteps.
Whether it’s a man you want to see or don’t want to see.
"Nuo'er, haven't you gone to bed yet?!" Sure enough, following a charming low voice, a familiar figure had opened the door and flashed in. As his figure floated in, a faint breath of
The fragrance of flowers wafted in.
"What's Qing's business whether I slept or not?" Seeing him entering her room as if he was in a deserted place, Nangong Nuoer couldn't help but wrinkled. Could this man's hands be disabled?
She didn't even understand the most basic courtesy of knocking on the door. Her eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers in his hand. This flower was so strange. Under the shining candlelight, it seemed to be emitting a faint colorful fluorescence.
