Nan Ming said slowly: "King Chen said that he does not agree with your marriage. Since he is in the first year of junior high school, he can't blame me for being in the fifteenth year. I will let everyone in the imperial capital know that he is targeting me."
Feng Weihuan frowned. Her eldest brother disapproved of this marriage. She had heard from her eldest sister-in-law.
"You think I'm despicable?" Nan Ming asked after seeing Feng Weihuan's solemn expression.
Feng Weihuan shook his head, remained silent for a while, and said, "Nanming, I don't understand you."
Nanming looked at her.
Feng Weihuan also met those amber eyes and faced him as if he were honest with himself: "Eldest brother doesn't like to meddle in other people's business. He is looking for you because he sincerely treats me as his sister. Do you think he doesn't
I can understand that I should oppose your marriage. But Nanming, no matter what the eldest brother does, a normal person's reaction is to make the big thing trivial and trivial. After all, he is my eldest brother, and he is also King Yun Guochen. Eighty
The commander-in-chief of ten thousand armies."
"And based on your normal temperament, you shouldn't do such angry things. Are you really just doing this to rebel against your eldest brother?"
Nan Ming curved the corners of his lips, and his smile was no longer as warm and genial as usual, but was covered with a layer of winter ice and snow, revealing the darkness of the night: "Wei Huan, this is who I am."
"There is a demon in the storybook you wrote this time. I helped you modify the setting of this demon. During the day, he wears a painted skin and is a gentle and gentle gentleman; but at night, when he takes off the painted skin, he is...
The soul-eating demon.”
"Wei Huan, as you can see, I am a painted-skinned demon. I am not a good person, and my world is also in hell, not on earth, but -"
He stretched out his hand and gently touched Feng Weihuan's face: "You are in the human world, so I came to the human world."
Feng Weihuan looked at him blankly and blurted out: "Then will you go back?"
Nanming smiled, the snow melted, and the spring day reappeared: "Hell is too dark, you won't like it. You belong to the world, so of course I will be with you."
Even if the price is huge, I'm still happy with it.
If you don’t understand me, then I will take off my painted skin and let you see the real me.
And you, my princess, are not allowed to run away.
*
The young prince of Prince Chen's palace was out of school, riding his pony.
One person and one horse, all have serious faces.
"Is something wrong?" King Chen, who had been up early in the morning and taking his children to and from school at night, asked.
"Let's talk about it when we get back." The young prince gave his father an arrogant look.
King Chen, who was educated by his own little boy: "..."
After returning to Prince Yan's Mansion and entering the study, the young prince pointed to the seat opposite: "Sit."
Feng Danyuan raised his eyebrows.
For his own sake, he gave Feng Jiayu this face.
"Young Master, please speak." King Chen looked attentive.
"I heard that you beat Uncle Nan?" The young prince said seriously, sitting on the chair specially made by King Yan according to his height.
"Then what?" Feng Danyuan wanted to hear what his little boy would say.
"It's wrong to hit people. Of course, some people are really annoying, and it's not impossible to poke them secretly and give them a good beating. But the premise is that no one can find out. We have to learn to do things without leakage, you know?"
Feng Danyuan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
"This is a very serious matter. You should have a more correct attitude." The young prince used the master's catchphrase.
