Nan Gongyi looked at the little girl who was angry at the front, and the white lips raised a smile: "Hey, do you care about me?"

At this time, the dark night came in and took the medicine bowl and squatted in front of the bed: "The master, this is the last bowl of medicine, for your body, drink it!"

Nangong’s gaze stayed on Xiao’s exquisite face, as if he had not heard the dark night.

"Nan Gong, what do you watch me do? Drink the medicine soon!"

On the shackles of the black ink, Xiao Yu’s heart trembled as if the soul had gone out and was sucked.

The smell of the medicine in the room is very strong. Xiao Yu’s brain flashed a picture. The picture of Nangong’s being seriously injured by Feng Lingran was so clearly reflected in his mind. Xiao Yu suddenly felt a little distressed, especially this weak and pale face. , may go with the wind at any time...

Suddenly.

The medicine bowl in the hands of the night was placed in the hands of Xiao Yu: "This is the last bowl of medicine." After the night, he turned and left.

Xiao Yu’s slender feathers trembled, and the hand holding the medicine bowl trembled. The last bowl of medicine was placed on her hand, as if it were heavy.

She went to the bed of Nangong, and handed the medicine in her hand to him: "Drink the medicine."

"it is good."

The Nangong Temple is coveted, and the white lips are moved to the side of the bowl and opened slightly.

Xiao Yu saw it, his fingers almost loose, and the medicine bowl turned over his bed. Is this for her to feed?

Xiao Yu thought that this was the last bowl of medicine. His lips were already open. Xiao Yu was slightly flashing, and he was nervous. He carefully fed the medicine into his mouth.

When I saw a bowl of medicine, I quickly saw the bottom. Xiao Yu’s heart was relaxed and finally entered his mouth.

Xiao Yu held an empty medicine bowl in his hand. When he thought of it, Feng Lingran only gave her an hour.

"In the future, you should take medicine on time, and your body will be better." Xiao Yu put the fire in his arms on the bed of Nangong. "This is a fire grass. It was also a last resort, and it was put in Nanling Palace." Go back, and now return to the original owner."

Nan Gongyi glanced at the fire of the grass on the bed, flashing the glimmer at the bottom, and seeing Xiao Yu's exquisite face faint, he smiled.

"I thought that the little fox was a naughty and greedy. Now it seems that I misunderstood the little fox."

What is the preciousness of fire and grass? Nan Gongyi did not expect that Xiao Yu would return the fire to him.

"Who is rare in your fire? If not for the sake of saving the life of the little snow wolf, I would not risk my life to steal ... fire grass." The last few words, she said very whispered. Suddenly, I thought that I also took his night Nanzhu, Xiao Xiao was flashing, and said: "Night Nanzhu, but you gave it to me."

Nangong lost his smile: "Well, I gave it to you."

Xiao Yu saw the joy of Nangong’s laughter, and suddenly felt that he had raised the night of Nanzhu, and he did so.

"Nan Gong, I still want to thank you, care and care for me, if you help me get Jin Dan, maybe I am still a little fox."

Nangong 湚 eyebrows, the improvement seems to be better.

"So... do you want to repay me with your body?"

Nangong is not a joke. At this moment, it is like a joke. It is a bit serious to say from his mouth.

He looked at Xiao Yu gently in the twilight, so peerless, I am afraid that it is a woman, I will nod my head.

"You think too much."

Xiao Yu’s long eyelashes trembled, avoiding his eyes, and said: “Nan Gong, I am going back.”

The smile on the face of Nangong’s face froze, and the twilight flashed through a darkness. When Xiao Yu turned around, he suddenly grabbed Xiao’s hand.

Jingle~

The bowl fell to the ground and made a crisp, cracking sound.

Nangong 湚 half body squatted on the bed, pale and fragile face, looking at Xiao Yan's side face, jade-like fingers, gradually tightened, as if she did not want her to leave.

Xiao Yu was shocked and felt the temperature coming from his fingers so cold. Xiao Yu’s fingers shook.

His hand is so cold, like a dead person.

"Hey, have you ever liked me in your heart?"

As if there was something hitting Xiao Yu’s heart, he trembled a little. Xiao Yu didn’t expect that Nan Gongyi would suddenly ask her such words.

Like?

The person she likes is...

Xiao Yu found that her mind gradually formed a peerless face. Is this the person she likes? Xiao Yu’s delicate face instantly loses blood, how is this possible?

The medicinal scent in the room became heavier and inhaled into her nose, which seemed to produce hallucinations. Xiao Yu was so confused that she could not believe it. She would like Nangong Temple.

Xiao Yu bit her lip, and the pain made her reluctant to recover. "I am against you, there is no love for men and women."

Xiao Yu said, and gave a slight breath.

Nangong’s pale face, and another layer of color, the twilight is gray, the fingers... gradually loose...

"I understand."

His voice seemed to have lost strength and was a little ethereal.

Xiao Yu’s heart was tight and he looked back. He saw that he had leaned on the bed, his eyes closed, his bloodless face, and his white paper.

"Nan Gong Temple..."

"Let's go!" Nangong screamed to interrupt Xiao Yu, closed his eyes, and said: "This palace is never difficult for people."

Xiao Yu looked at Nangong, his face was pale as paper, but his noble status did not allow him to do things that forced others.

"take care."

After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he turned and left his room, and he was constantly interrupted. Nan Gongyi is only a good impression on her. She does not think that such a short contact, Nangong Yu fell in love with her.

What's more, Nangong Temple is the prince of Nanling. Such a noble identity and outstanding appearance can be described as the best husband in the woman's heart. What kind of beauty has he not seen? Is it perverted to like a little fox? Q8zc

Keke.

How does she have this idea? If Feng Ling likes her in the future, will it become abnormal?

Hahaha...

Xiao Yu walked out of the room of Nangong Temple. Suddenly someone knocked her back neck and Xiao Xiao fainted.

In the dark, one hand held Xiao Yan’s body and saw Qiu Lan carrying a bowl of green juice.

"Night, let her drink green juice."

There was no hesitation in the dark night. When I opened Xiao Yu’s mouth, I poured the green juice into it, and pushed the throat of Xiao Yu to help her swallow the green juice.

When I changed the bowl to Qiulan in the dark, I saw Qiu Lan’s tears falling. He frowned: "Since I don’t want her to like the master, why do I have to do this?"

Qiulan wiped his tears and his eyes flashed through pain: "For the sake of the great cause, Qiu Lan is willing to do anything."

"If the master loves her? Don't you regret it?"

Qiulan’s face instantly lost her blood, and the dark night was like a heavy hammer, knocking on her heart.

"No, no, the master will not fall in love with her, never will."

The night did not continue this topic, said: "Feng Lingren people are outside, you immediately took her and the master from the secret road to the East Jin."

"But the master..."

"I put a drug in the main medicine, and he should fall into a deep sleep now."

"Well, I will go right away."

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Xiao Yu woke up in a faint, her head was a little dim, her fingers point on the temple, squatting, and found the poor strength of the hand.

What on earth happened? Why is her head so heavy?

When Xiao Yu got up, she suddenly opened her eyes, and her side, sleeping a quiet beautiful man, the peerless face, as white as paper, as if there was no life.

"Nan Gong Temple?"

Xiao Yu’s body suddenly shrank back, only to find that the clothes on his body were missing.

Xiao Yu’s brain banged and blasted openly, hurriedly plucked the quilt on his body, and the quilt on Nangong’s body slipped away, revealing a white and innocent coat, neatly dressed. Xiao Yu’s heart was secretly relieved.

Memories in the brain.

When she left the Nangong Palace, someone knocked on her. Now, she sleeps in the same bed with Nangong. Is this all arranged in Nangong?

Then why should he leave her to leave?

Xiao Yu’s chest was a little ups and downs, frowning, and it’s worse. She promised that Feng Ling would go back an hour, but now she doesn’t know how long she has slept.

Nangong’s thick feathers and tremors slowly opened, and suddenly he saw Xiao Yu on the bed. He was very surprised: “Hey, how are you... how can I be in my bed?”

Xiao Yuming stunned, and his heart was angry: "I should ask you, Nanling, how can I be in your bed?"

His Majesty the Nanling?

Nangong saw Xiao Xiao angry, and the cold moon-like scorpion moved a little, and said palely: "Hey, I didn't want to be like you, give me some time, I will be worse off."

"Well, I believe in you, but now, can you arrange a carriage to send me back to the Regency Palace?"

Xiao Yu has not wanted to say anything to Nan Gong. This is hard to convince her that he is innocent. He is the master. The rest of the mansion is his own. If there is no acquiescence from him, who would dare to do this?

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Qiulan came in.

"Miss Xiao, do you want to go now?"

Xiao Yu saw Qiulan, and the pupil suddenly shrank.

"It's you, is it what you did?"

"Miss Xiao, I want to play tricks, playing once is enough. If you play more, you will let the master despise."

"I don't understand what you are talking about? I was leaving that day, but someone knocked me out, Qiulan, this thing can't be separated from you."

Xiao Yu looked at Qiulan coldly. If Qiu Lan didn't find her and let her go to the palace of Nangong, there would be no such thing. So Xiao Yu was sure that she was knocked out by Qiulan. .

"Miss Xiao, do you really don't understand what slaves are saying? You are not forgetting, whoever disregards the slaves' persuasion, must break into the master's room, let the master sleep, take off his clothes and climb the bed of the master?"

Qiulan suddenly squatted in front of Nangong’s bed, and coveted and said: "The master, the slave is useless, and it is impossible to stop Miss Xiao, so that she can succeed."

"I didn't, I didn't climb the bed of Nangong, you are lying."

Xiao Yu’s fingers pinched the quilt and stared at Qiu Lan with anger. What kind of hatred did she have with this woman? What resentment? Qiulan wants to frame her like this?