After drinking the ginger soup, the little devil leaned on the bed, put his hands elegantly on his chest, and fell into a light sleep like Snow White in the fairy tale.
Nangong Baiye looked at him blankly, wondering in his heart, do all non-human beings sleep in this position?
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door...
Nangong Baiye looked at the person coming outside the door, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What are you doing here?"
"I came here to tell you that His Highness Seventh Prince is about to get married to Rui'er, so your dream may have changed." Murong Changfeng had a smile on his handsome face: "How about following me back to the General's Mansion?"
Nangong Baiye leaned against the door frame, arms folded around his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I'm not interested in this proposal. How did General Murong come, and how do you respond."
"Don't you understand that His Highness Seventh Prince is about to get married to Rui'er. It's impossible for him to fall in love with you. Even if he is interested, the emperor will not allow you to enter the palace." Murong Changfeng slowly placed his hands on his side.
Holding tight, after not seeing each other for a while, he seemed to be much more haggard than before, but also much more handsome. His temperament changed, no longer aggressive, but more restrained. He sighed deeply: "Do you know
I know that the entire capital, both inside and outside, including civil and military officials, are all waiting to see your joke on the wedding night. Say you will..."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything." Nangong Baiye interrupted him in a calm voice: "As for who His Highness the Seventh Prince wants to marry and me..." I don't know if he was choked by the morning mist, but he felt a bit astringent in his throat:
"It doesn't matter much, it's his choice."
Murong Changfeng frowned and looked at her: "Do you really not care? Or are you saying that you are not attracted to His Majesty the Seventh Highness at all?"
"Does this have anything to do with you?" Nangong Baiye curved his thin lips in a funny way: "Anyway, it's better that I'm not attracted to you."
After so many years of helping each other with my life.
So many years of wishful thinking.
So many years of humiliation.
All he got in exchange was profound betrayal.
It is true that women tend to be soft-hearted, but this soft-heartedness must not be a reason for others to hurt themselves!
She has already been stupid once, how could she be stupid a second time?
Murong Changfeng closed his eyes, as if in great pain: "Nangong Baiye, I really never thought that you would be so cruel."
"Haha, General Murong, you're very grateful. Compared to when you came here, I only serve side dishes to accompany the wine." Nangong Baiye smiled mischievously, not caring much.
What Murong Changfeng disliked the most was her expression!
She was obviously not like this before!
Why can't she understand him?
He is no longer the poor horse breeder he once was. He is a general, and of course he wants to marry a powerful woman.
As a concubine, she couldn't help him at all.
Didn't he also miss his old relationship and give in to her again and again?
He...likes her so much.
Why is she so cruel!
As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Murong Changfeng raised his hand and slapped him!
Snapped!
Nangong Baiye tilted her head slightly, but she didn't hide, looking straight at him with a clear smile.
Murong Changfeng opened his mouth. He looked at his hands blankly, his thin lips were pale, as if he couldn't believe it: "I..."
"I don't have time to listen to your explanation." Will Nangong Baiye talk nonsense to him? Of course not!
Slowly roll up your sleeves and beat her up!
"There are two types of men that I despise the most in my life. One is the one who abandons his wife and children, and the other..." Nangong Baiye punched the man in the abdomen, flicked his bangs handsomely, and revealed his sharp eyes: "He is the scumbag who beats women.
!”
Murong Changfeng only felt a pain in his body and slowly bent down.
"Dare to hit me in the face? Murong Changfeng, do you think Nangong Baiye will forgive you for whatever you did!!"
boom!
Another punch was delivered.
There was mist in Nangong Baiye's eyes, and there was a firmness in the fragility that could not be looked directly at: "Don't you just rely on her to like you?"
boom!
Amidst the bursts of fist wind, Murong Changfeng only felt his ears ringing.
"Because she likes you stupidly, you have to push your limits and hurt her without taking it seriously, right?" Nangong Baiye grabbed his collar and said with a fierce look on his face: "Then do you know,
Because of your selfishness, because of your injuries, how much humiliation and pain did she suffer? Where were you at that time? You were holding your mistress in your arms and watching the show. When you couldn't get enough of it, you came up and kicked her.
!"
As Nangong Baiye said that, he bent his knees, put his hands on the man's back, and pressed hard against his lower abdomen!
Murong Changfeng was shaken by pain. He never thought that after four years, her skills were far faster than what he had seen.
Uh-huh...
Nangong Baiye let go and looked at the man who was coughing lightly. There was no emotion in his tone: "Murong Changfeng, the reason why a woman will treat you without regrets and marry you sincerely is because she wants to be able to marry you when she thinks about it.
When she cried, you held her in your arms, and when she was bullied, you wiped her tears. But look what you have done, hehe... you have completely polished off all her expectations for you.
"Left." That's why she gave her soul to herself at that time. It was so painful that she didn't want to die: "Murong Changfeng, listen, I, Nangong Baiye, don't even bother to have anything to do with you, so don't just come up and give me a
hand."
After saying that, Nangong Baiye turned around and walked towards his room...
Murong Changfeng leaned against the wall, breathing loudly, as if this was the only way to suppress the regret that was pouring out: "Is it Qu Luo? The person you like is Qu Luo, right? You and he are often together, and his personality
It’s almost the same, is it him?”
Nangong Baiye was really helpless by his question, so he said, "So what?" before closing the door.
She touched her face and thought that this might be the difference between being human.
Last night, her senior brother's eyes were so angry that he didn't beat her.
Murong Changfeng was so cruel that he slapped her all at once. Did he really think that she was a soft persimmon to be bullied?
She will only be bullied by her senior brother, okay?
Wait, why is she only bullied by her senior brother...
This idea is a bit strange.
she……
"No matter who His Highness the Seventh Prince marries, it doesn't matter to you?" A cold and indifferent voice suddenly came to my ears.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyes and saw the little devil wearing only bright yellow pajamas standing in front of the window in a daze, his expression a little blurry: "When did you wake up?"
How long had he been standing there?
"I'm just asking you, does it matter to you who His Highness the Seventh Prince marries?" The little devil held the porcelain bowl with ice-cold eyes.
Nangong Baiye rubbed his eyebrows: "Who he marries is his own decision."
"Really." The little devil smiled mockingly, and for some reason there was a hint of fatigue in that mockery.
Nangong Baiye walked over, wanting to touch his head and tell him to go to bed and continue to rest.
The little devil tilted his body, and his black bangs fell down, covering his golden eyes: "Qu Luo is very capable of dealing with women. How far have you developed? Huh?"
"Hey!" Nangong Baiye looked at him, finding it funny to be asked such a question by a little boy.
But as everyone knows, in the eyes of others, this funnyness may turn into shyness.
"Ha...it seems you really like Qu Luo." The little devil said as he put the porcelain bowl on the table: "I understand."
What do you know?
Is it interesting to ask and answer your own questions?
Nan Hong Baiye was about to speak, but she saw a black mist wrapped around the little devil's body. When she blinked, there was nothing left except black feathers...