The Empress Dowager

Chapter 172
"What are you still doing here? Take the eldest lady back to the room and find the doctor." Nangong Jian glanced at the maids and ordered.

"Yes, master." The servant girls answered, and helped Nangong Lin and her daughter out of Linglong Courtyard.

Nangong Jian turned around and glanced at Nangong Yue, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he said, "You're used to being wild, this is the capital city, it's not like the countryside, your elder sister is different from you, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she has experienced I'm sorry for you, today's slap is a lesson for you, if you still behave like this next time, it will not be as simple as a slap."

After Nangong Jian finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Nangong Yue was a little aggrieved, and said to Nangong Jian's back: "A discerning eye can tell right from wrong about today's matter, but you are the Marquis of Zhen Guo, but you can't see it? She brought a group of maids and women to Linglong Courtyard to play. Is it? Or my legs are so long that I can trip her up while sitting?"

Nangong Jian paused, then walked away again.

After everyone left, Nangong Yue took the packed luggage and planned to live in Ziyun Academy for a few days.

"Miss, does your face still hurt? It's all because of the slaves who failed to protect Miss." Dongmei said distressedly.

"It doesn't hurt, your lady has a thick skin, a slap is nothing at all? By the way, Dongmei, you should take care of yourself when I'm not around."

"Understood, miss, don't worry!" Dongmei was a little bit reluctant, the lady left, and she guarded the yard alone, it was fun when the lady was around.

Nangong Yue came to Ziyun Academy with a burden on her back. Murong Yu was a little surprised, seeing that Nangong Yue's face was a little red and swollen, it was no need to guess that Nangong Yue was bullied in Zhen Guo Hou Mansion.

Nangong Yue put down the package, sat on the chair, poured a cup of tea and drank it, feeling very depressed.

Murong Yu put down the book in his hand, took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, pulled off the lid, poured the liquid in the white jade bottle into the palm of his hand, dipped his fingertips in the liquid, and gently applied it to Nangong Yue's injured face.

Nangong Yue had no choice but to put down the water glass and asked Murong Yu to help her apply the medicine. A burst of fragrance of black bamboo filled the tip of her nose, and Nangong Yue's depressed mood improved a lot.

"Does it still hurt?" Murong Yu asked.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore. Speaking of it, this matter is all for you, and you should give me medicine."

Murong Yu paused, Mo brows lightly frowned: "For me?"

"It's not the imperial edict today." Nangong Yueyun said lightly.

"I'm also very surprised that the imperial decree will come in such a timely manner. From now on, you are my fiancee, are you happy?" Murong Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Nangong Yue, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, his eyes like black jade There are also a few traces of light smiles.

"Happy, very happy! Look, my face is so red with joy!" Nangong Yue pointed to her flushed cheeks that were beaten by Nangong Jian, and said.

Isn't it just a fake engagement?What is there to be happy about?
Murong Yu helped Nangong Yue apply the medicine, put away the white jade bottle, and ordered the servant to have dinner.

The dinner was very light, and it was Nangong Yue's favorite dish. Nangong Yue also found that Murong Yu's appetite was bigger than before.

After dinner, Murong Yu took Nangong Yue to Chenyang Pavilion and went up to the fifth floor. Nangong Yue found some interesting books and read them. The faint scent of black bamboo lingers around her, disturbing Nangong Yue from concentrating on reading.

Nangong Yue put down the book in her hand, and looked at Murong Yu, she saw his handsome face, sword-like eyebrows flying slantingly, elegant temperament, noble and extraordinary, dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, like an exiled fairy walking out of a painting. memorable!
(End of this chapter)