Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 821 I Put Something On Feng Qian
He pursed his lips slightly, his deep eyes were calm, but gave Hongyu the illusion that he really wanted to know the answer.

"You stayed with me all night just to wait for such an answer. Prince Nangong is really in a good mood." She brushed her hair and smiled, it was that kind of enchanting and charming smile that was enough to turn all living beings upside down but didn't reach the eyes.

Nangong Che frowned, her smile at the moment was really dazzling.

Hongyu just thought he was impatient and displeased, and quickly dropped the last ball in his hand, with a "click", "I seem to have lost again."

The man looking at the chessboard gave an expressionless "Yes".

Hongyu closed her eyes, "Nangongche, you can't keep Fengqian."

His eyes paused, and when Nangongche looked up, he saw Hongyu's curved lips smiling heartlessly, his eyes turned cold, and he said coldly, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Didn't I say that I'm more casual." She smiled softly and said in a calm voice, "I probably don't want to give up the position of the future mother of South Vietnam, so I want to prevent you from keeping her here."

Although, the seat of the future mother of South Vietnam does not belong to her, they are just cooperation.

But, if she didn't say that, she really didn't know what else to say.

In his eyes, she had nothing to do with these things, so there was really no reason to convince him.

She couldn't open her mouth to say that she loved him too much, was worried about him, and was afraid that Emperor Donglan would send troops to South Vietnam to provoke a war between the two countries after returning, right?
Don't say he doesn't believe such high-sounding words, even she herself doesn't believe them.

After several seconds of silence, Nangong Che sneered suddenly: "Where do you get the confidence, if you say no, I will really not keep her?"

Could this woman be taking things for granted?
What does it mean to be reluctant to be the future mother of South Vietnam?When did he promise to give her that seat?
What surprised him the most was that she was so greedy for power - he always thought that she was not interested in these things.

Hongyu shrugged innocently, "Of course not. After all, I am neither the relative of Prince Nangong nor the person on your heart. What kind of confidence do I have to give you orders for no reason?"

If she really has that ability, what else does she need to say, just let him send her away, okay?
The thick long hair half covered her beautiful face, her half-closed eyes revealed a coquettish charm, her red lips were slightly parted, and she said casually: "So before you come here, you must first do something. Just do something."

The man suddenly stood up from the stool, his dark eyes filled with coldness and anger, "What did you do?"

"I put something on Feng Qian's body." She smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed because of this, and her tone was even more casual, as if she was talking about what to eat for breakfast today.It happened that the sunlight came in from the window and hit her body, coating her with a faint golden halo, thus casting a light shadow on the Linglong chessboard.

The more shockingly beautiful it was, the more nameless anger ignited in Nangongche's heart.

The neck was suddenly grabbed by someone, and Hongyu's eyebrows were instantly twisted into a knot, "Nan...cough, Nangongche, what are you doing?"

"I should ask you this sentence, right?"

The cold voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

(End of this chapter)