"Nangong Baiye, you'd better not mess with me." Beiming Liancheng looked at her, his Adam's apple twitched, his face was stiff, and he was cold and distant.
"Inexplicable!" Nangong Baiye wiped the last trace of breath from the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed.
Beiming Liancheng held her wrist tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart. He was afraid that if he couldn't control it, he would suck her up on the spot!
Nangong Baiye was in pain and wanted to throw away his hand. Seeing more and more people gathering together, she couldn't help but feel irritated. She had always had a bad temper, and the more she treated people close to her, the more she couldn't help it.
She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone gentler, "Brother, please let me go first."
"Now, do you still expect me to let you go?" Beiming Liancheng smiled coldly. When he saw the disgust in her eyes, his chest seemed to be separated by something. I don't know if it was from drinking before.
There was too much blood, and the liquid flowed out of his heart so easily.
It turns out... does she hate herself?
Her chest tightened suddenly, ha... Even if she was disgusted, she could only stay by his side!
"Don't forget the contract between us." Beiming Liancheng lowered his voice, and it felt like it was grinding out from the painful throat and hitting Nangong Baiye's face word by word.
All Nangong Baiye's calmness collapsed, and he suddenly yelled: "Sure, you want to negotiate a contract with me, right? I clearly warned you not to touch me again! I really hate you people in power, and I never care about it.
You can do whatever you want according to other people's wishes. You can use threats and inducements. If you don't do what you say, just show your face to me! You really think that others are cowards and you will let them be manipulated by you!"
After she finished yelling, the whole street was quiet.
The air seemed to be still, and everyone's expressions were tense.
Even Qu Luo looked at her with his mouth wide open. You must know that this is a treason and a loss of head.
Beiming Liancheng's cold eyes flashed with surprise for the first time, and the golden light seemed to be dyed dim.
Then, he laughed and said softly, "I didn't know you hated me so much."
"I..." Nangong Baiye regretted it after yelling. She felt that she must be crazy to say those words to him.
No matter how irritated she was, she shouldn't take her anger out on him.
Why did all her shrewdness, cunning and calmness fall into pieces as soon as she met him?
I have long been dissatisfied with people's ignorance, and I have seen cases where people don't want to check the results, and the interests involved behind these cases.
Mr. Tang often said that we take up guns to protect important people.
But is what she is protecting now really worth her efforts?
Among these people, whether they are the emperor or the common people in the capital, which one truly trusts me?
At this point, she began to feel confused...
She wanted to tell him that it wasn't him she hated, it was just herself that she hated, why wasn't he as powerful as Mr. Tang?
But he didn't give her that chance.
His aloof expression showed obvious indifference. When he left, there was a loud bang, which shook the whole street and stirred up snow on the ground. It was obvious that he was very angry.
The anger blocking Nangong Baiye's heart was gone, and now there was only endless regret...
"Go up first, there are many people here." Bei Mingxun's facial features are inherently soft, giving people a harmless warmth whether he is smiling or not.
He ordered Liu Yun to take care of himself, walked into the inn, and poured a cup of tea for Nangong Baiye, who was obviously absent.
Nangong Baiye murmured to himself: "I seemed to have gone too far just now."
"No, you are not wrong. We princes are indeed too domineering sometimes." Bei Mingxun's gentle voice contained a smile and spoke slowly and comfortingly.
It would be easy for other women to fall into it.
But what Nangong Baiye needs is never comfort.
She has lived until now and has been walking under the muzzle of a gun all her life...
Rather than comforting her, she hoped someone could tell her what the problem was.
"Ha, hahaha..." Qu Luo, who was sitting next to him, burst into laughter. He held up the side of his face with one hand and half-raised his peach blossom eyes, "Whoever dares to speak to His Majesty the Seventh Prince like you does, will be punished by this court."
I'm afraid you are the only one outside the country."
"How interesting!" Qu Luo's smile grew thicker and thicker.
Nangong Baiye frowned: "What's so interesting about it?"
"You." Qu Luo twirled the teacup carelessly. The woman in front of him had delicate and handsome features, and a charming aura. Whether she was angry or happy, she always looked like she was smiling but not smiling. They were obviously two completely different looks, but they were so different.
At this point, the breath is clear, and even the sitting posture is uniquely lazy.
It's a pity...these two people are both ignorant. One makes every possible calculation, but never uses her methods on the other. One keeps saying that she has no intention, but still gives in to the other in every possible way.
In all his life, he has never seen that man angry.
From the moment he was born, he was more noble than children like them, as if no one or anything in the world could catch his eye.
Rather than saying that he is well-educated, it is better to say that he is disdainful.
Now...heh.
The evil charm of Qu Luo Xiao.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyes and said calmly: "What's wrong with me?"
"Didn't you notice that as soon as you arrived in front of His Majesty the Seventh Prince, you were... well, a little unreasonable." Qu Luo's eyes were still smiling, and he seemed to be the same bohemian young man before, but there was something in his peach blossom eyes.
Showing shrewdness and sensitivity: "Could it be that the rumors are true? Do you like His Majesty the Seventh Prince?"
Hearing this, the cup in Nangong Baiye's hand fell on the wooden table with a clang.
"Like...like it?"
Seeing her look like that, Qu Luo smiled even more cheerfully: "It's possible that you don't like him. After all, His Majesty the Seventh Prince is full of shortcomings, right?"
"Compared to your debauchery, my senior brother is very kind, thank you." Nangong Baiye smiled, with a ruthless attitude.
Qu Luo was so angry that he itched his teeth: "How could I be so arrogant? I am so considerate."
"Be considerate is used to describe a woman." Nangong Baiye patted his shoulder, turned around and went into the house to prepare the yellow talisman needed in the middle of the night...
It's just that my movements are slower than usual, and I'm always absent-minded.
Humans, if they fall in love with the devil.
The contract will end early.
She didn't care what would happen to her.
Just like...
call!
Nangong Baiye tugged on his long hair and didn't think about it anymore. He would wait for his son to come back to discuss it with him!
What she didn't know was that Nangong Xiaomiao was standing under the inn, her little body swaying here and there, her little hands tugging at Hei Si's sleeves: "Hei Xiaosi, quickly take out the post you wrote before and hand it to His Highness the Third Prince.