Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 654 Ascaris in the Stomach
As his voice fell, Nangong Wuchen finally chose to compromise.

He raised his hand and patted Nangong Yiran's shoulder, then turned and left the flower hall.

Seeing him leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man seemed to be deeply afraid that Nangong Yiran would go back on his word, and hurriedly gave him a blessing.

"His Royal Highness Qin, since you have agreed to intervene in the affairs of the court, I will write to the emperor tomorrow, asking him to make His Royal Highness King Qin the one-word side-by-side king."

The young man's voice slowly spread to everyone's ears.

Everyone nodded in agreement and stood up one after another.

"That's right. If the little emperor still quits the court tomorrow, the next official will go to wait outside his bedroom."

"I'll go as well."

"Count me in!"

"..."

When Nangong Yiran heard what the ministers said, he refused in his heart.

How could he have listened to Mr. Ke's nonsense and fell into his way?

Turning his head to look at the young man standing in front of him, Nangong Yiran's face turned blue and white.

The young man found that he was staring at him quietly, and suddenly felt a hair on his back.

"His Royal Highness, if you have nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."

The young man's voice quickly pulled back everyone's thoughts.

Only then did they realize that Nangong Yiran's expression was very strange, as if he was about to explode at will.

Seeing Nangong Yiran's stinky face, everyone's hearts trembled, and they hurriedly bowed their hands.

"The next official has to go back to write the memorial, so I also leave."

"His Royal Highness King Qin remembers to come to attend the morning court tomorrow, and I will take my leave."

"Farewell." Wei Wei saluted, and an old man quickly turned around and greeted everyone anxiously: "Hurry up, let's go."

Watching everyone leave in a hurry, Nangong Yiran's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

When the group of ministers just now wanted him to intervene in the affairs of the court, they said all kinds of good things.

Now seeing that he has promised, there is no room for repentance, each of them is like oil on the soles of their feet, slipping away quite quickly.

Nangong Yiran returned to the room with a sound of anger, and when he opened the door, he saw An Ran sitting at the wooden table eating snacks.

Her two cheeks were filled with snacks, and she was holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand.

It seems that as long as her mouth can hold, she will stuff the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand without hesitation.

Seeing An Ran's gluttonous appearance, the corners of Nangong's mouth twitched slightly, half of the anger in his body was suppressed.

He closed the door and entered the room, An Ran suddenly raised his head.

Seeing that it was Nangong Yiran who had returned, she put down the osmanthus cake in her hand with some reluctance: "Baiwei Langla."

"..."

Hearing An Ran's voice, Nangong Yiran paused.

If he hadn't known that there was sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth, he would have thought that An Ran was bewitched.

"I don't understand, let's talk after eating."

"Oh."

Staring at Nangong Yiran walking towards her in a fit of anger, An Ran tried her best to chew the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Seeing her actions, Nangong Yiran frowned, and handed her a cup of tea.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

An Ran swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake too fast, and just as she felt choked up, she saw Nangong Yiran handing over a glass of water.

She hurriedly took the teacup, and gulped a few sips of tea into her mouth.

"Yi Ran, you are indeed the roundworm in my stomach, you actually know that I want to drink water."

(End of this chapter)