Not to mention the attitude of Murong Xiamo as his "father", the attitude of his biological father Nangong Zhengfeng alone made Nangong Feihong feel desperate. What kind of magic can Nangong Yueyao know to make her always dote on her?
My father treated me the same way.
However, Nangong Zhengfeng's warning is still fresh in his mind. Nangong Feihong knows very clearly that if he loses Nangong Zhengfeng's favor, then he will be no different from the other sisters in Baron Nangong's house, and he will lose his noble love forever.
The vanity satisfaction of status and being in the spotlight.
Nangong Feihong didn't dare to take this risk, so she had no choice but to nod her head, and then she knelt down slightly towards Murong Xiamo, pretending to be extremely sincere and said: "I don't know if Feihong is Master Murong Xiamo, but I hope you can forgive me."
Murong Xiamo turned her face to the side and gave a cold "hum", not wanting to pay any more attention to her, so she frowned at Nangong Feihong and said, "Murong Xiamo can't bear the title of 'Master' from Miss Nangong Feihong."
." Then he waved his hand impatiently and continued to say coldly: "Squatting on horseback for half an hour."
Nangong Feihong lowered his head, with resentment flashing in his eyes, but he had no choice but to nod and say "yes", then walked to a corner and squatted down beside him.
Nangong Yueyao looked at Murong Xia Mo and smiled slightly: "In that case, Xia Mo, shall we continue?"
Murong Xiamo turned around and glanced at Nangong Yueyao, her eyes became warmer, and she also looked at Nangong Yueyao with more and more delay. Because Murong Xiamo did not continue to look at Nangong Yueyao, but only glanced slightly at the shade of the tree,
He just glanced at the shade of the tree slightly, and then said: "Miss Huang must be tired too, let's take a break for a cup of tea..."
Nangong Yueyao nodded in response, so the two of them went to the shade of the tree hand in hand, looking at Nangong Feihong in the corner, basking in the not-so-gentle sun above his head, while striding forward, sweating like raindrops.
When half an hour finally passed, a sense of relief flashed through Nangong Feihong's eyes, and then he turned around and walked into Murong Xiamo, whispering: "Master Xia Mo, Feihong has been squatting on the horse's feet for half an hour."
Murong Xiamo was explaining sword moves to Nangong Yueyao. When he heard Nangong Yueyao's red forehead, he didn't even bother to answer. He continued to explain to Nangong Yueyao without raising his head or darting his eyes.
Nangong Yueyao couldn't help but secretly smile in her heart. This Murong Xia Mo also had a clear distinction between love and hate. Whether he liked or disliked him, it was all displayed on his face.
Nangong Feihong hit a soft nail, but she didn't dare to have an attack. She had to stand aside and wait quietly for the end of Murong Xiamo's explanation. However, her head was lowered all the time, and her bangs blocked her eyes. No one knew.
In Nangong Feihong's eyes, there was endless resentment extending outward, biting away at Nangong Feihong's heart bit by bit, causing Nangong Feihong's heart to be slowly occupied by jealousy and resentment.
Murong Xiamo finally finished her explanation, and then faced Nangong Feihong and said calmly: "It will be combat training later. You will fight against Miss Huang. This time you will use real swords. The so-called swords are ruthless. Everything."
Be careful yourself."
Nangong Feihong, whose legs were still a little weak from the Zamabu, heard that he was going to have fighting training with Nangong Yueyao again. He couldn't help feeling anxious in his heart and said hurriedly: "Master Xia Mo, can Feihong stop fighting with Miss Huang?"