"Thank you brother! I will!" Ling Xiao endured the excitement in his chest.
He just felt that he owed something as precious as him again.
The first time was the throne, and the second time was a woman.
He will never pay what he owe to his elder brother...
Ling Chufeng patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Brothers, why should I thank you!"
...
Nan Liyou went outside the hall and ordered the palace maids to send paper and pen in. After standing quietly in the flowers beside him, he looked at the garden full of red flowers and green willows, and fell into deep thoughts...
That red figure adds a unique touch to the garden.
Ling Xiaohan walked out of it and saw such a picture.
He walked forward, put his hand on her shoulder casually, and asked softly, "What are you thinking? So trance?"
Nan Liyou glanced at the big hand on his right shoulder, without any anger, raised his eyes and floated towards the distant sky, and said lightly: "Have you painted?"
"It's done!" Ling Xiaohan handed her the drawing in her left hand and continued, "When will you prepare to set off?"
"The faster the better!" Nan Liyou narrowed his eyes and said suddenly. Today is the sixth day, and there are still twenty-four days left, so it is impossible to delay.
Ling Xiao was slightly stunned, his eyes lowered, and his deep and difficult to tell. He said for a long time: "Brother's body has only been healed. How about setting off in two days?"
Nan Liyou nodded and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Try to make arrangements as appropriate!"
After saying that, he raised his foot and walked forward...
Two days later, a luxurious carriage was parked at the entrance of the palace.
"Xiaoqi, go early and go back soon! I am waiting for you to come back so that the marriage can be done!" The queen said reluctantly, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Nan Liyou pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer, but just smiled slightly and patted her hands comfortably.
"Brother Han, now I'm healthy. Brother will deliver this betrothal gift for you safely!" Ling Chufeng patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
Ling Xiaohanxiao said, "I'm sorry, brother!"
"Okay, it's getting late, what's the matter waiting for them to come back!" He kept silent and looked at their emperor with a smile on his face, and said.
Nan Liyou got on the carriage first, and Ling Xiaohan followed him up.
Bai Yin had already sat in the carriage, and Yan Caiwu held a leather whip in his hand, looking careless.
After lifting the curtains, Nan Liyou waved goodbye to the people behind him. The carriage started, and the figure behind him gradually became far away...
As soon as he left the city gate, the carriage suddenly stopped. The horse neighed and heard Yan Caiwu cursing outside: "I'm sick! Don't pounce on this even if you want to die!"
Nan Liyou frowned and asked outside: "Little Five, what's the matter?"
"Your Highness!" A female voice sounded softly outside the carriage.
Nan Liyou couldn't help but feel even more entangled. He glanced at Ling Xiaohan indifferently, and said contemptuously: "I'm looking for you!"
He cursed himself in his heart. This woman was so lingering. She actually met her at the city gate.
Ling Xiaohan's face was also very bad. He stood up, lifted the curtain, and looked at the woman in front of the carriage with a cold eyebrows.
"What are you doing?" His eyes suddenly sunken and sunken, staring at her coldly, even the atmosphere around him seemed to be cold and a layer of ice.
"Your Highness, Luo'er is following Your Highness and serving Your Highness!" Su Qianluo smiled charmingly, ignoring the sinisterness on his face.
"Get out!" Ling Xiaohan looked at her faintly, and his whole body exuded a ghostly cold air.