The Concubine of the Ruthless Prince

Chapter 732

Changle Hou, he is still so energetic.

Personable and elegant.

Zi Xiao and Shen Yue were entertaining her. When they passed by, they were talking about the battle of the vast dynasty.

When they saw Xin'er and Nangong Xiao coming in holding hands together, they cast their eyes together.

Zi Xiao and Shen Yue are used to seeing two people holding hands together like this, they are husband and wife.

On the other hand, Chang Lehou, seeing Xin'er for the first time in a year, was still slightly taken aback when he saw her.

Xin'er looks more and more beautiful and lovely, she looks flushed, she should be happy.

Nan Junwang opened his mouth with a smile like a flower: "Uncle Boya, as soon as I heard that you are coming, Xin'er and I got up from the bed to see you." Embarrassed and angrily pinched his palm.

This guy did it on purpose, of course she knew it.

Intentionally let people know that they just got out of bed, a couple just got out of bed, what can they do in bed.

Nangong smiled and looked at Xin'er with an innocent face and said, "Xin'er, why are you pinching my palm?"

"..."

A few people had no idea, except for Xin'er and Chang Lehou, I'm afraid no one knew what this kid wanted to do.

He was demonstrating to Chang Lehou, telling him clearly that Xin'er was his, and he had no other intentions.

Chang Lehou is smart, so how can he not know that this kid is provoking him.

He smiled indifferently and said, "Xin'er has grown up."

"Uncle." Xin'er was very embarrassed, and didn't know what to say.

Chang Lehou said again: "When I came here, I heard the news that the emperor was injured on the front line and was defeated. The Supreme Emperor sent troops to support him."

"The emperor is injured, how is the injury?" Xin'er almost blurted out.

Chang Lehou is a businessman who has traveled all over the world, so his news is naturally the most well-informed. Since he said so, it must be true.

But if you ask about the specific injury, he will definitely not know.

Shaking her head lightly, she just said: "Xin'er, should you go back to the palace to see your mother, she misses you so much." After a year of separation, Xin'er is her darling, she will definitely miss it Even Xin'er missed her mother day and night, but she couldn't go back.

Now, when she suddenly heard the news from Chang Lehou, she instinctively looked at Nangong and smiled, and said to him: "Brother, I want to go back and see the queen mother." Tears welled up in her eyes after she finished speaking.

The first time I left home, the first time I lived alone.

Now, in this age of war, how can it not make people feel distressed.

"Okay, let's go back." Nangong smiled and responded immediately.

Xin'er looked at him, the corners of her mouth moved, but she didn't say anything.

She really wanted to say, let him stay, and she will go back with her uncle.

But, in front of so many people, she couldn't say it out, and she was afraid that he would not agree with her if she said it, and then she would have trouble with her again.

After thinking about it, let's talk to him alone at night.

She wanted to go back, but she didn't want to take him back.

After all, it's not that Nangong Xiao is worried.

In the end, there was still suspicion in her heart.

Nangong smiled and saw her hesitant to speak and understood, how could he not guess what his Xin'er was thinking every day.

I just feel a little stuck in my heart, a little pain.

Xin'er, I still don't believe him.

Jiang Boya didn't stay for too long, saying that he still had some business matters to deal with, and left soon after.

Xin'er and Nangong Xiao also went back together later, after using Xin'er, she sat in the room with some preoccupations in a daze.

She wanted to go back to the palace, but she didn't know how to laugh with Nangong.

Nangong smiled and ignored her, lying on the bed alone as if tired.

Outside the window, greet the moonlight.

Xin'er sat alone for a long time before realizing that Nan Gongxiao had been silent for a long time, which really didn't fit his usual temperament.

On weekdays, as long as Nangong Xiao appeared in front of her, he would think of various ways to tease her and be tender with her.

Even if he didn't say anything, he would still hug her by her side and count the stars together.

He stood up silently, walked towards the bed, and saw Nangong smiling at her sideways with his legs crossed like a grandpa, as if to say, you finally know that you are here.

"Brother..." Xin'er looked at him deliberately and her voice became very gentle, she sat down beside him, stretched out her hand to pull his leg, and pretended to hold him a few times.

He didn't refuse at all, and looked at her with half-closed eyelids.

If he didn't speak, he naturally forced her to speak first.

Sure enough, after a while, Nangong Xiao didn't see her and asked her first, so he had to bite the bullet and said under his half-closed eyes: "Brother, I want to go back and visit my mother."

"Okay!" He deserved to be refreshed.

"Are you assured that I will go back alone?" She asked tentatively again.

"Of course don't worry." He squinted his eyes unequivocally and said, suddenly, he pulled him over and pressed him against his chest to question: "Aren't you planning to go back with Jiang Boya and leave me here alone? ?”

"Are you willing?" Xiner asked expectantly with her eyes wide open.

"You have a good idea." He suddenly rolled over viciously and pressed her under him.

Xin'er curled her lips, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, Nangong Xiao looked at her without blinking, as if she wanted to see into her heart.

Xin'er lowered her eyes slightly, but she heard him say in a hurt voice: "Xin'er, you make me sad by being like this, and I make you worry like this? Or do you think I'm still obsessed with the past? To kill the father, the queen and the queen?"

"Do you hate them?" Xin'er suddenly raised her voice and asked.

Nangong smiled slightly startled, then laughed silently.

Standing up and sitting up, there was a moment of desolation in his expression.

She never believed in the truth.

What could be more disheartening than this.

Looking at her with a faint expression, he asked back: "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)