The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

At midnight, Yuelang was thin. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」

A faint candlelight flickered in the other house.

On winter nights, many people fall asleep early, but the owner of this house has no sleepiness.

Seeing the man wearing a black satin robe, he leapt forward and sat on the roof. His eyes were deep and he looked coldly in the direction of the palace.

Once, that position was so close to myself, but now I hide in this dark corner like a bereavement dog, and dare not see anyone.

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and he always tells himself this way.

Did not laugh to the end, it was because the matter had not reached its final conclusion.

Nangong Yu, now that you have sat in the position we have been yearning for, you can also feel the pressure it brings.

Every time he sees that Nangong Kun has made a difference in the political affairs, his heart will sink. I have to say that Nangong Kun is a talented emperor. Compared with him, he is really incomparable.

Sometimes, he also looked down on Nangong Yu. Why was that weak and incompetent person able to achieve his long-awaited position, not because of Liu Ye's help, but because of this woman. Stride forward on the way forward.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed again.

Liu Ye, in order to get this woman, he also spent a lot of effort, no wonder that two people have no fate. If as early as three years ago, if you can know Liu Ye, it may not be the result.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, and he was feeling again, perhaps because he was older. During this time, he always unknowingly remembered, if only time could go back in time.

If he can predict what will happen in the future, and if he can manipulate the time, he must have been stabbed to death by those who were competing with him for a long time when he was a child.

Nangong coughed softly, and a man in black appeared immediately beside him.

Under the cover of this night, although I can't see the person's face clearly, but by looking at her figure, she knows that she is a young woman.

"Master, the wind is cold, master, let's go back to the room to rest." A clear voice passed into Nangong's ears.

"Am I useless? If it were someone else, if this happened, wouldn't it have been killed back already?" Nangong asked in a deep voice.

"Master, you can't say that. Sometimes, even if you have ambitions, you have to wait for the time. If you can do something great, you must experience an inhuman ordeal."

These words make people sound like they don't come from the mouth of a woman, like they are persuading Nangong, and they are mumbling.

Nangong sighed, maybe, maybe this is fate, but he has never been a fool, his hand has been clenched into a fist, waiting for an attack at any time.

The generals who followed him have already been contacted. Everyone already knows the existence of Nangong Jue, and they are all waiting for Nangong Jude to fight back.

"Master, Prince Liu is pressing again, as if he can't wait."

Nangong never answered her. I don't know if Liu Wuyang would do this, would they expose their traces, and sometimes they couldn't hold their breath, they were the worst enemy.

"Let him wait again, don't act lightly without my order."

After speaking, Nangong went into the room without going back, and the candlelight in the room quietly went out.