Chapter 412 Hate her for giving birth to such a hopeless daughter
Nan Qing met Nan Yang's eyes.
The eyes of mother and daughter were locked together, and for a moment, they were incompatible with each other.
After a while, Nan Qing suddenly couldn't catch his breath and coughed several times in a row.
Han Shanggong immediately went over and supported her: "Your Majesty, the dragon body is the most important thing!"
Seeing his mother coughing like this, Nanyang could only restrain his anger and said softly: "Your Majesty, take care."
Nan Qing coughed for a while and finally managed to regain his breath.
She looked at Nanyang: "Do you think that Nanxing's military exploits are not even worth the 30,000 imperial troops?"
Nanyang said nothing.
In the Southern Jin Dynasty, strength has the final say!
If it was Nan Xing, not to mention a mere 30,000 imperial troops, but a 300,000-strong army was given to her, and all the subjects of the entire Southern Jin Dynasty would not dare to have the slightest objection.
But now, what I’m given is this trash!
Nanyang looked at Chu Weiyun again, angry and disdainful, so naked!
Finally, she handed over to Nan Qing and said, "My son, I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave first!"
He turned around and left, full of anger!
Chu Weiyun ignored her and immediately looked at Nan Qing: "Your Majesty, do you really want to give 30,000 forbidden troops to Yun'er?"
"You have nothing to say." Nan Qing waved his hand, "Go and hand over the military talisman to His Highness."
Han Shanggong glanced at her, and finally nodded and said, "Yes!"
Turning around, he walked up to Chu Weiyun: "Your Highness, I will take you back."
"Okay." Chu Weiyun immediately burst into laughter with such a bright smile: "Your Majesty, then... Yun'er will retire first!"
The talisman of thirty thousand imperial troops!
In the past, when I was in Chu State, I couldn't even think about it!
There are so many so-called adopted sons and daughters in Nanyang, who has the honor like her?
Chu Weiyun followed Han Shanggong.
Nan Qing took one more look at the statues of the two former emperors, and then slowly walked to the back of the lobby.
That was the direction Feng Jiuqing left.
Behind the sacrificial hall, there is a small path, which leads to Feng Jiuqing's residence.
In a small courtyard, there were only a few servants and two cooks in the dining room, but no one else.
It's very quiet, so quiet that it's a bit uncontested.
Feng Jiuqing was drinking under the pavilion in the yard.
Seeing Nan Qing approaching, Xiao Nianzi hurriedly saluted and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Nan Qing waving his hand.
After sending Xiao Nianzi away, Nan Qing walked into the pavilion.
The old figure and the elegant and beautiful man under the pavilion are completely different.
Looking at his perfect profile, Nan Qing sighed, feeling a little disappointed: "Am I old now?"
"Your Majesty feels that you are old, that means you are really old." Feng Jiuqing didn't even raise her head.
Nan Qing glared at him, with a hint of reproach and blame in his brows.
"If anyone else had said this, they would have been beaten to death with random sticks!"
This guy really dares to speak.
Feng Jiuqing finally raised her eyes, which were a bit drunk because of drinking.
He raised his lips and smiled slightly: "But I, a damned person, am still alive, even for so many years."
"Jiu Qing!"
Nan Qing walked over, and what he couldn't see the most was the dead air in his eyes beneath his sweet smile.
"I won't allow you to say such things again."
Feng Jiuqing just smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and took a swig.
Nan Qing was silent for a moment, and finally sat down opposite him, staring at the depression hidden under the smile between his eyebrows: "Why are you so sad?"
"Hate it."
Feng Jiuqing stood up, walked to the pavilion, and looked at the gray sky in the distance.
He was clearly smiling, but the smile on his lips was so sad.
"Ha... I hate it! I really hate it. I hate why she gave birth to such a despairing daughter!"
