The dream was so real that she felt horrified. She even clearly remembered that when the woman stood against the door, the pattern carved on the wooden door was the story of "Jingwei Reclamation of the Sea".
"Princess." Qiqiao hurriedly pushed the door open, but tripped over the threshold and almost fell down.
Feng Weihuan turned his head and glanced at Qiqiao a few times, then looked at the quilt on the bed.
This is not her bed.
He quickly looked around.
This isn't her room either.
Why is she here?
His thoughts were separated from the dream, and Feng Weihuan tilted his head to think about this problem.
Qiqiao stood aside, feeling anxious, lowering her head and not daring to approach: "Princess...Princess, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
After regaining consciousness, the memory started from Luoyingfang and went through it quickly.
Feng Weihuan's face turned red and it was so hot that she had no doubt that if she poked it with a needle, blood would squirt out of her face.
She remembered the memories of her and Nanming clearly.
She even remembered how she hugged him and cried sweetly...
She even bit him...
She covered her face with the quilt and quickly buried her head in it.
She, she, she... put Nanming to sleep!
Qiqiao didn't hear the sound for a long time, and quietly raised his head, only to see Feng Weihuan huddled in the bed, like a turtle.
Qiqiao felt heavy in her heart and blamed herself greatly:
The princess is so depressed that she doesn’t want to face this cruel world. It’s her fault that she didn’t protect the princess well. She has sinned so much that she must be blamed for her death...
"Princess, you want to be more open. No matter what, you still have me, Qiqiao will never leave you..."
"What do you want to open?" Kang Chuwu pushed the door in with a smile, and said to Qiqiao: "You have time to chant sutras to your princess here, why not go get food, your family is really going to starve to death.
Isn’t it the princess?”
"Oh, yes! Princess, I'm going to the kitchen right now!" Qiqiao ran away like a gust of wind.
Kang Chuwu sat carelessly on the edge of the bed, nibbling on an apple, and said, "When are you going to return to Prince Yan's Mansion?"
Feng Weihuan was startled and asked: "Where is this?"
"Prince Chen's Mansion."
"Oh, why am I here?" Feng Weihuan did not have the courage to poke his head out of the quilt.
"Your Nan Zhuangyuan sent it here." Kang Chuwu "Gaba" took a bite of the apple. She would not expose herself. Since Nan Ming is so powerful, he will take over everything.
"Mr. Nan?" Feng Weihuan's blood rushed to his face again.
"I don't know the process. Last night I was eating melon seeds in front of Prince Chen's Mansion. Nan Zhuangyuan asked me to take good care of you. When you return to Prince Yan's Mansion, he will come to propose marriage."
"Propose marriage?" Feng Weihuan was surprised and quickly stuck his head out.
"Didn't he tell you?" The little princess was thin-skinned and concerned about face, and Kang Chuwu couldn't say anything too explicit.
Feng Weihuan blinked.
It seems that Nan Ming confessed his love to her before dinner yesterday.
He said that she was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
It's not because she didn't talk about what Nanming said in a daze.
Just, is this true?
After all, he still has Yunxi...
After pondering for a long time, Feng Weihuan asked Kang Chuwu seriously: "If a man has someone he likes, but he also says he likes you? Why is that?"
