"You didn't tell the Ai family what was going on! How could Ying'er be assassinated?" Bai Yuexin was furious and Nangong Yu stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Mother, Ying... the emperor's sister-in-law is fine."

"Yes, Mother, now the Empress has been much better after being treated by Mr. Mu." Nangong Rui comforted. Nangong Ye looked at Bai Yuexin helplessly and said, "Don't worry, Mother, Ying'er is already safe. My sons just don't want to worry about Mother." "Since that's the case, then you go down." Bai Yuexin issued an order to expel guests. The three of them retreated. In a certain wood, they saw a petite figure squatting aside and didn't know what they were doing. Then soon a fragrance came. It turned out that this girl was stealing food. Nangong Yu decided to scare her. "Hey..."

"Ah--" The woman screamed in surprise, and the roasted chicken in her hand fell into the stream with a "thump". She stood up and wanted to curse, but she met a playful look, "My roasted chicken... wuwu... which one is... a bastard."

"Why is the princess here?" Nangong Yu deliberately learned Nangong Ye's tone and said coldly. He really couldn't hold on to Nangong Ye's tone. But at least he was a bit like it.

Zhao Qi held her chin and stared at Nangong Yu's face. A black line was left on Nangong Yu's forehead. Does this look like a princess? A woman shouldn't be more subtle and a lady from a family? Where did she stare at a man like her? Who is like this?! (Author satirized (●●)...: You forgot Ye Ying. Ye Ying floated by: Boy Yu, you forgot my existence.)

Only the petite man suddenly realized his voice: "Oh--you are King Yu, are you?"

"Do you know?" Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi rolled his eyes and said contemptuously: "Who doesn't know there is a little between your eyebrows."

Nangong Yu almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Red dots? This... What adjective is this? This is called a red dot? Is this obviously a cinnabar good? Who told you that it is a red dot?! Nangong Yu was very upset and argued: "Is this a cinnabar good? Do you understand?"

Zhao Qi felt so aggrieved, (.︿.), and said immediately: "Isn't cinnabar also a red dot?" "Although that's right..., this cannot be said to be red dots. It's too ugly to say that the red dots... it's too ugly, right?" Nangong Yu asked the sky speechlessly.

"Okay, OK, cinnabar, cinnabar." Zhao Qi had to comfort the tantrum first. Nangong Yu smiled with satisfaction, and muttered again, "Is there any difference between cinnabar and red dots so serious?"

"What did you say?" Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows and said. "No, nothing, you heard it wrong. No one said just now." Zhao Qi waved his hand quickly, as if he had forgotten something. Seeing that she forgot about the roast chicken, Nangong Yu was about to leave immediately. Joke, the dignified prince quarreled with a woman just for a roast chicken. Isn't this laughter so much? (The author despised and disdained: You quarreled with someone for a red dot. Smell. Nangong Yu: This is cinnabar, cinnabar! Author (°。

): Smell. Is there no difference between these two?)

Looking at Nangong Yu's back as he was leaving, and hearing the matches beside him, Zhao Qi suddenly thought of the roast chicken being scared by someone and jumped up angrily behind him, "Nanggong Yu, you give me the roast chicken!" (Author | °з° |: It's just that important to roast chicken? Zhao Qiヽ('Ѐд)ノ: The world of foodies, you don't understand, you idiot.)
Chapter completed!