A big man, or a man who wants to become a monarch in the future, but a man dressed as a woman, if you say it, I am afraid it will cause the world to be awkward? However, he did something like this.

In shocking the heart of Nangongyue, Feng Shuo felt that Nangong was somewhat sad and always lived in his own world, thinking that he was the king of the mausoleum.

Nangong Che’s line of sight has been going back and forth between Nangongyue and the scholars. Finally, the self-deprecating smile stood up, and he was stupid enough to stupid.

In fact, there are many flaws between the two, but he did not find it.

"Nan Gongyue, your heart is really deep enough." He wondered why Nangong was going to help him like that. His ultimate goal was to help himself.

Nangong month looked coldly at Nangong Che: "It’s enough for a long time Prince."

"you……"

Xiao Qifeng looked at them like this and felt that it was necessary to open up: "Whether you are a man or a woman, or a man or a woman, today I have to give an account of this. I am not so bullied."

"噗" Xiao Yutian accidentally sneaked out in such a serious place, even the windy eyes flashed a smile.

The face of Nangongyue was a transient, and the line of sight fell on Xiao Qifeng's body.

Xiao Qifeng looked at the past very calmly. There is no embarrassment. This is what they have done. How can they not be said?

"The emperor said that I am also very curious now. Is the Prince of the Mausoleum a man or a woman, or is it not a man or a woman?" In such a tense atmosphere, Qiao Tianchang seems to be pouring oil on the fire, a touch of light. Looking at the person in front of him, his brows are slightly wrinkled, and it seems that he is entangled in this question.

Nangong looked at them with death and death, and his expression was not very difficult to see.

"Hey, Princess Nangong... The amount is wrong. It should be the Prince of Nangong. It doesn't seem to be." Xiao Yutian grabbed his head and struggled with how to call Nangong: "Is this like Nangong Che is the righteous Prince?"

In a word, Nangong’s eyes are full of hope, and he is a prince to him. Even if Nangongyue has done more in the back, what? People only think that he is a princess, not a prince.

What qualifications does he have to fight with himself?

"Yes, this palace is the prince of the mausoleum, Nangongyue, you are what you are, a thing that is not male or female." Nangong Che climbed up from the ground and looked at Nangongyue with pride.

Nangongyue faces those who are not male or female, although angry, but there is no place of anger, but Nangong Che said this, only let him feel the shame of life.

The wrist is a little bit, and the hand is a green jade. When I see the jade, the face of Nangong Che changes suddenly.

"How can it be?"

"Nangong Che is actually nothing." Nangong Yue whispered in the ear of Nangong Che, the voice was full of evil spirits.

Looking at the bite of the two dogs biting the dog, Qiao Tianchang was not satisfied at all: "We are not as much time as Kaifeng."

How could Xiao Qifeng not know the meaning of Qiao Tianchang? He nodded at the moment: "Whether you are the Prince of the Mausoleum, explain to Xiao Guo in the Mausoleum, or please stay well, don't go anywhere." This is for them, that is, hi is under house arrest.

"You are not qualified to put us under house."

Xiao Qifeng doesn't care at all: "You can also go now, you won't stop."

Nan Gongyue looked at Xiao Qifeng, his expression was gloomy, not very good looking.

He is sure that if they leave like this, they will not wait for them to go out of Xiaoguo. I am afraid that the mausoleum will face the siege of Xiao Guo and the wind country, and the pressure of Tongbaozhai.

The three parties simultaneously suppressed, and the mausoleum could not afford it.

Nangong month no longer speaks, but it also defaults to Xiao Qifeng.

"Send them back to the palace."

After Nangong Che left, Xiao Qifeng looked at Qiao Tianchang: "Tian Chang, Meng Yao is really okay?"

Qiao Tianchang pulled out a smile and nodded: "Well, it's okay." Reaching out Ning Mengyao's wrist wrapped in gauze.

This kind of Qiao Tianchang let Xiao Qifeng somehow do not know how to comfort: "Tianchang Mengyao is fine."

"I know."