The Empress Dowager

Chapter 174

Nangong Lu fell asleep after hearing this. Nangong Yue hugged Nangong Lu on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and then left Xinyu Courtyard with Dongmei.

Nangong Yue looked at the time, it was already Haishi, it was indeed getting late, Nangong Yue stepped on the snowflakes, and the soles of her feet creaked.

When she came to Linglong Courtyard, Nangong Yue was very sleepy, but Dongmei didn't let her rest because she had to watch the new year.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, Dongmei stepped forward and was about to close the door, but someone tapped her acupuncture points and fell to the ground with a "plop". A lavender cloak, handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and unrestrained, outstanding, with a jug of wine in his hand, it was Prince Murong Xuan who came.

Nangong Yue was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses, and asked, "On New Year's Eve, you're not in your Prince's Mansion, what are you doing here?"

Murong Xuan closed the door, put the jug on the table, took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger, and said, "Isn't it all right? I'll come to drink with you."

Nangong Yue frowned: "You come to drink when you come to drink. Why did you faint my maid on the ground?" Nangong Yue helped Dongmei to rest on the small bed as she spoke. It's so cold, this prince is really , with complete disregard for others.

"I don't like crowds, it's fine just the two of us."

Nangong Yue glanced at Murong Xuan angrily: "What's the matter?"

Murong Yu's obsidian-like eyes were stained with a few traces of a clear smile, and he took the wine glass on the table with his slender hands and poured two glasses of wine: "Little girl, it's so cold, drink a glass of wine to warm your body."

Nangong Yue took a sip from the wine glass, it was made from pear blossoms, it was not spicy, but it had a lot of stamina, so drink less, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to get drunk like last time.

"Little girl, why are you drinking by yourself? Come on, do it!" Murong Xuan raised the wine glass in his hand, touched the wine glass in Nangong Yue's hand, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Do it!" Nangong Yue didn't gulp it down like Murong Xuan did, but took a sip.

"Little girl, I feel very uncomfortable when I hear that my father bestowed you on my ninth younger brother. It would be great if I could have done it earlier. Maybe you will be my princess." Murong Xuan said like an obsidian. A strange look flashed across his eyes, and his voice was full of sadness.

Nangong Yue smiled at Murong Xuan: "His Royal Highness is probably drunk, but now it's a done deal, and no one can change the fact."

He was making fun of her, right?Princess?Really dare to think!

Murong Xuan smiled silently, it's done?I haven't married yet, so it's too early to say anything.But if the little girl really married the ninth brother, he would be very sad.

"Little girl, if Brother Jiu bullies you, tell me and I will bully you back." Murong Xuan raised his glass and said after taking a sip.

"Okay." Nangong Yue responded, took a sip, and looked at Murong Xuan: "His Royal Highness, how is the Seventh Prince doing now?"

Ever since she came out of the prison, she hadn't visited Murong Jun, because the queen didn't allow her to go, sometimes she would ask Nangong Heng, even so, she was still a little worried about Murong Jun.

Murong Xuan paused for a moment, and then came to his senses, a few traces of sadness flashed in his eyes: "It's much better, the seventh brother also has a rough fate, and he has never been out of the palace since he was a child. If he is like you and me, I will definitely take him with him." Come and have a drink with you."

"Seventh Prince, you have a gentle temperament and considerate people, but you are weak and sick. If you meet a genius doctor, you will definitely be able to cure your stubborn illness. Your Royal Highness, don't worry too much!" Mentioning Murong Jun, Nan Gongyue is also a little sad, just Murong Jun Judging from the condition of the disease, it must not be curable in ancient times, but it might not be curable in modern times. After all, modern medical skills are so advanced.

(End of this chapter)