The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

Watching Liu Yan gradually fall asleep, Nangong Yan quietly sat up from the bed, changing to this angle, he can see Liu Yan's face more clearly. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」

A few years later, she is still the same, years have not left any marks on her face, but herself, always feel much older than before.

Perhaps the government affairs have been a bit busy recently. At this time every night, Nangong Yu always wakes up unconsciously. After three or five days a year, he also develops this habit.

When this time comes, he does nothing, just sits quietly in bed and looks at the woman in front of him.

Looking at Liu Ye quietly like a child, Nangong Yan also raised a smile on his face.

Who says two people get bored when they've been together for a long time? To Nangong Yan, Liu Yan stayed with him for one more day, and he added one point to her affection.

It ’s just that I do n’t know if Liu Ye also thinks the same?

Liu Yan in his sleep muttered his mouth as if he had encountered something unhappy, but after a while, the corner of his mouth rose again.

Nangong Yan thought that all the difficulties are not in front of Liu Yan. She can always solve them easily. Therefore, Liu Yan often smiles on his face and rarely sees her sadness.

It seems that for a while, Liu Ye was a little unhappy. Nangong Yu thought it over. It should be the time when he and Bai Suning were together.

At that time, Liu Ye's face was always faint, and no sadness or joy could be seen. Nangong Yu knew that her heart must be unhappy.

When he was with Bai Suning, he had a hard time, but the situation in the imperial court was not clear at the time, and Nangong Yu had to do so.

In order to make Bai Suning look up in front of outsiders, and also to make people believe that the two of them are really together, Nangong thinks a lot of ways, but in the face of the white papa, they do not know what to do. .

In the end, Bai Suning said, otherwise she would cut her finger and drip some blood.

Nangong Yun clearly remembered Bai Suning's expression at that time, it was helpless and sad.

"Emperor, Chen Ye knows that you have a dilemma, but this is the only way." After speaking, Bai Suning picked up a knife to cut an apple, but was snatched by Nangong Yu.

"Let's do it. Your first talented woman in Beijing, you still have to write and draw with your hand. You put your finger on it and you can't move it for several days."

Just as Bai Suning was about to shed tears, she saw that blood had dripped from Nangong Yu's hand.

Suddenly, the warmth in her heart disappeared, and she hurriedly held Nangong's hand.

"Emperor, how are you doing, Emperor?" Bai Suning looked at Nangong Anxi anxiously, and he held his hands up.

Nangong Yan smiled indifferently and said to Bai Suning, "It's okay, this minor injury is nothing."

Under Bai Suning's worries, the paparazzi had been prepared.

He said to Bai Suning with a little apology, "I'm sorry."

Bai Suning turned his face quickly, as if he did not want Nangong to see his embarrassment.

"Thank the emperor for taking care of the courtier's face, the emperor don't say sorry, all this is my willingness."

After a long time, Bai Suning turned around and glanced at the red satin quilt on the bed. His eyes were full of disappointment, then he lowered his head slowly.