After marrying, I spoiled His Majesty the Holy Monarch

Chapter 80

Looking at Bei Xuanyu's trusting eyes, something flashed in Nan Jiuli's starry eyes, and it was fleeting.

She said: "Don't worry, I won't let His Majesty Shengjun have anything to do."

Hearing her assurance, Bei Xuanyu's expression didn't change, but he said something irrelevant, "Your Majesty Shengjun is too unfamiliar, A Li should call me A Yu, I like it when you call me that."

A Li, A Yu, sounds like a good match, doesn't it?
And only Ali can call him that.

Hearing this, Nan Jiuli's eyes froze for a moment, wondering why he suddenly became obsessed with addressing. Didn't she shout like that before, and didn't see him have any objections?
But it doesn't matter, it's just a title, it doesn't matter what it's called, it's just a code name.

"Oh, Ayu, I won't let anything happen to you." Afraid he didn't pay attention just now, she repeated it again.

This time, Bei Xuanyu was obviously in a better mood, and responded with a smile on his lips: "Well, good."

Nan Mingfeng:?

How could he smell a show of affection in a few conversations that were obviously normal?

Well, it must be that he didn't sleep well last night, and his brain and eyes were dizzy.

...

On the way back, because Nan Jiuli needed to collect some materials along the way, it took the three of them three more days to reach the imperial city than when they came.

In the palace, Bei Yuan had already ordered people to keep an eye on Nan Jiuli's news, and of course received the news of her return immediately.

"You said, there are two teenagers who came back with her?"

Could it be brought back from the Bei family?

"You don't need to stare at it anymore, tell everyone to withdraw."

Beiyuan waved his hand and ordered, anyway, do you really believe that Nan Jiuli will find him as soon as he comes back, and he will know by then, why bother.

"Yes." The subordinate absolutely obeyed Beiyuan's words, and retreated after bowing.

Sure enough, before waiting for too long, someone from the palace came to report: "Your Majesty, Rong Zhi, Miss Nan brought the two sons out to ask for an audience."

"Xuan come in." Beiyuan's tone was indifferent, until the palace man retreated, he was still concentrating on the painting in his hand.

Even the movement of the three of Nan Jiuli entering the hall did not disturb him.

The three of them waited patiently and quietly for a long while. At this time, the painting by Bei Yuan was almost finished, except for a touch of finishing touch, but he didn't continue, but stopped to look carefully.

I saw that the painting was a slender girl, but because of the lack of eyes, I felt that I lacked some soul.

The rest of the eyes, Beiyuan, was unable to write for a long time, so he had no choice but to put down the pen for the time being.

"Nan Jiuli, it seems that you have found a solution to the reversal magic circle."

"That's right." Nan Jiuli nodded, pointing to Bei Xuanyu with his eyes, "The solution lies with him."

Hearing this, Beiyuan followed her gaze and looked towards Beixuanyu. This look made his eyes darken a little. How close is this young man to his blood?
There shouldn't be such a talent in the Bei's branch, right?
"Are you a descendant of an orphan?" This is the only thing that can explain the cause of the blood.

Bei Xuanyu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this ancestor to be guessed so easily, thinking of the records of the ancestor in the history of the Holy Cang Empire, the amazing talent, the generation of heroes, which is rare in the whole world,... I don't think there is anything strange about it.

"Shengcang No. 20 generation of the sage, Beixuanyu, met the ancestors." As a junior, there is no lack of courtesy.

"The Holy Cang Empire..." Hearing Bei Xuanyu's self-proclaimed, Beiyuan suddenly thought of that distant memory. Once, in order to rule the world, he ignored the woman beside him.

When the world is in his hands, the beloved woman has left him. At that time, he did not have the excitement of ascending to the high position above tens of millions of people, only accompanied by endless loneliness.

It was also at that time that he realized that even if he was above tens of millions, there was nothing but the cold throne.

(End of this chapter)