"No, even if she is not the queen, she will stay in the harem because... because she is the father and mother who gave her marriage!" Nangong Ye was a little confused, "She, she, after you become the queen, I will give her the imperial concubine."

Xue Lian stared at Nangong Ye for a long time, but your sister didn't let me go! "Hmph, I'm still saying I love me? Isn't it a lie?"

"That's not the case. I'm planning to ask you what Ye Ying has to do with you. Sometimes I always feel that you and Ye Ying are the same person."

"Boom" Why is your sister so scary? Is my identity? It's impossible, Xuelian is like being struck by lightning.

Xuelian paused for a moment: "Uh, Ye Ying is my good friend."

"Is that so? Then what is your relationship with Shu Wenxuan?" Nangong Ye thought that Xuelian and Shu Wenxuan were unhappy when they wore wedding dresses at the last Yalin auction.

"Friend." Xue Lian said without even thinking.

Suddenly, Xue Lian staggered and almost fell down. She has been like this since she got the inner demon and could faint at any time. Nangong Ye hurriedly grabbed her: "Lian'er, what's wrong with you?"

Xuelian pushed Nangong Ye away and smiled faintly: "I'm fine, cough. Just take a break. Really..." Before he finished speaking, he fainted in Nangong Ye's arms.

"Lian'er, Lian'er." Nangong Ye was panicked, but at this time he wanted to take off his mask. His hand had touched his mask. He was about to take it off, but the person in his arms was taken away. When he looked up, he saw that it was a man with ice blue silk and silky clothes embroidered with elegant bamboo leaves patterns. The snow-white piping with the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head was brilliant. He cleverly set off the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous noble young man.

"Owner, the owner." This person was Chefeng. Seeing that Xue Lian did not respond, he glared at Nangong Ye angrily, "What did you do!"

"I want to ask you who are you! Put down the lotus!" Nangong Ye swept over Chefeng coldly.

"Do you say let go if you want to let go? Are we easy to bully people in Dark Moon Tower?" Chefeng didn't give him a good look.

"you--"

"Brother Chefeng, it's time for the poster to go back, otherwise the emperor would be allowed..." Yishui ran in at the corner, but when he saw Nangong Ye, he swallowed the words. Why is the emperor here? Oh my God, he almost exposed his feelings and quickly knelt down, "I will meet the emperor."

"No gift, I ask you, aren't you serving the queen? Why is Xuelian marrying here? Where is the queen?" Several series of questions made Yi Shui frightened.

Yishui swept over Chefeng and the snow lotus in his arms intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Emperor, Empress... She fainted for no reason. I want to ask the poster for help, but..."

"What, Ying'er fainted. How do you take care of her? Why don't you go back to the palace?" Nangong Ye's face changed and he immediately showed up Juewei Tower. Maybe he didn't know that in his heart, Ye Ying was more important than anyone else.

Yishui looked at Chefeng and nodded. Chefeng's figure flashed and entered the passage from the Dark Moon Tower to the Imperial Palace. When he came to Fengyi Palace, he told Zhong Ting about everything. Zhong Ting took off the snow lotus mask and understood that he knew that he had made it clear, because the backyard of Juewei Building was the passage from the way to it. The Dark Moon Tower was in a very hidden place in the suburbs, so Chefeng naturally took some time. He flashed and entered the secret passage again.

Zhong Ting ran outside eagerly, probably to go to King Yu's yard. The purpose was very simple, to find Liang Liang.

In the yard, Liang Liang and Nangong Yu were playing chess. Nangong Yu was extremely handsome and handsome. The wind was facing his sleeves. He held a piece of chess in his slender and fair hands, with a light hook on the corners of his mouth, and his beautiful eyes were like water. He smiled three times before he could speak. He could be romantic and frivolous.

With fair skin, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through the past and present lives, smile like crescent moons, and when solemn, like cold stars. The straight nose bridge, the lips are slight, when chuckling, like feathers falling, like sugar, and when silent, it is cold as ice. The outline of the side face is as sharp as a knife, with clear edges but not soft, which is really touching.

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