Su Luo rolled her eyes at him angrily. Sure enough, she didn't understand the circle of powerful people, but she had finally understood the privileges of Second Young Master Nangong.
The Snow-hoofed Black Dragon Colt is worthy of being a six-star mount of the Dzogchen. It is so fast that it is as fast as lightning.
Su Luo soared in the mid-air of the imperial capital.
Facing the cool breeze, beside me is Nangong Liuyun's warm chest.
Looking around, the lights below were dim, and the small dots of light were like fireflies all over the ground.
The entire imperial capital is so vast that you can't even see the end of it at a glance.
I'm afraid only a few people can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the imperial capital.
The speed of the Snow-hoofed Black Dragon Colt was very fast. Su Luo felt that just as she sat on it, the Snow-Hoofed Black Dragon Colt had already reached its destination.
Looking at the other courtyard below, Su Luo's eyes flashed slightly.
This is Nangong Liuyun’s other courtyard, Jingyuan.
After she was seriously injured last time, she was brought here by Nangong Liuyun to recuperate.
Last time, when Su Luo saw the word "Jingyuan", she didn't have any idea. She just thought that the name of this garden was well chosen, it was a quiet and distant place.
But now, when she knew that Ning San's name was Ning Jingyi, and when she saw the word "Jingyuan", Su Luo's heart was slightly shaken for no reason.
Su Luo pretended to be calm: "Nangong Liuyun."
"Huh?" Second Young Master Nangong tilted his head and looked at Su Luo with doubtful eyes.
"Your handwriting is very good, but why are the words on this plaque not written by you?" Su Luo asked seemingly unintentionally.
In fact, what she wanted to ask most was who wrote the words on this plaque.
I am beautiful, elegant and pure, and I don't look like it was written by a man.
Second Young Master Nangong looked indifferent, glanced at the plaque, and hummed casually.
Then, there is no more.
Su Luo was not discouraged. She gave Nangong Liuyun a look and said, "I found that you are not very good at chatting."
"What's wrong?" Nangong Liuyun glanced at her lazily.
"Apart from um, why don't you say something else? For example, who wrote it, when it was written, and why she wrote it." Su Luo pulled Nangong Liuyun's sleeve, seemingly casually, but her heart
But he couldn't help but mention it high.
Second Young Master Nangong seemed not to want to talk about this topic, and said in a calm voice: "It was written by an old friend."
"Old friend? Which old friend?" Su Luo asked aggressively.
Second Young Master Nangong suddenly stopped, looking at Su Luo with his deep eyes, his eyes filled with meaning: "You don't know me, so don't ask."
He clearly didn't want to talk about the topic.
"Why is it called Jingyuan?" Su Luo clenched her fists and stared at Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun was obviously a little impatient. His eyes cast a scrutinizing gaze, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Su Luo: "Jingyuan Jingyuan, is it because that person's name has the word Jing in it?"
Su Luo couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out these words!
After asking, she was freed herself. Her eyes were staring straight at Nangong Liuyun, her eyes were extremely serious.
"Who told you?" Second Young Master Nangong's deep eyes narrowed dangerously, "Who are the Murong family members?"
"Is it important who told me?" Su Luo stared at him quietly.
Nangong Liuyun raised his long eyebrows and his eyes were like sharp knives, which made Su Luo feel a little scared.
"You..." Second Young Master Nangong pointed at Su Luo, and finally patted her on the head, "You're just making trouble for yourself."
"What do you mean?" Su Luo stared at him, with a trace of grievance hidden in her eyes, and pressed.