Feng Qingcang's eyes twitched and he glanced out the window, "It's night now. Do you think any normal girl would run to the street in the middle of the night and wait for you to kidnap her back to the palace to warm my bed?"
Xin Moer looked slightly embarrassed, but the results of her hard work for most of the night couldn't just be wasted!
A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves outside the window rustled.
Feng Qingcang raised his eyebrows and scolded expressionlessly outside the window, "Come out."
Xin Mo'er didn't know that there was someone standing outside the window, so she looked towards the window and saw a low-key, yet elegant, blue figure flying in from the window.
"Nangong Yun, what are you doing here at this prince's house when you're not staying at your post house in the middle of the night?" Feng Qingcang's pretty forehead wrinkled and she looked directly at him displeased.
"Qingcang, after so many years of friendship between you and me, why don't you come and see me?" Nangong Yun's voice was as gentle as the wind as always.
"Didn't you say last time that you wouldn't come even if the king invited you? I didn't invite you, but you shamelessly came uninvited." What Feng Qingcang said was merciless.
"Did I say that?" Nangong Yun pretended, "I forgot."
Xin Moer blinked. Looking at this situation, the relationship between his father and this handsome man must have been excellent before. He glanced at the red ginseng and deer antler soup on the table.
It would be a pity to throw it away.
So, he picked up the bowl and handed it to Nangong Yun, "Hey, let me drink it for you."
"Okay!" Nangong Yun smiled slightly, a pair of amber blue eyes shining with a different kind of light, elegant and charming. Without any hesitation, he reached out and took it, and was about to drink it into his mouth.
Feng Qingcang narrowed his beautiful eyes, picked up the brush on the desk and hit Nangong Yun on the wrist.
As if he had anticipated it, Nangong Yun moved his feet slightly and dodged the brush's attack. The bowl of soup was served smoothly without a drop spilling onto the ground.
Looking towards Feng Qingcang, there was a hint of displeasure in his voice, "This is the soup that Mo'er worked hard to cook for most of the night for the sake of your health as a father. It's fine if you don't appreciate it. I can't drink it either."
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"You know the process very well. Could it be that you stayed outside Mo'er's room and followed her from the kitchen to my study?" This sentence is affirmative. Feng Qingcang's tone was cold and his eyes were cold.
Sharp blade.
As if someone had revealed what was on his mind, Nangong Yun's aura suddenly subsided, the displeasure on his face also faded a bit, and he turned into a slightly abnormal blush.
Nangong Yun took a deep look at Xin Mo'er. He turned over and entered Prince Xu's Mansion at 11:00 a.m., and accidentally touched the outside of Xin Mo'er's room.
Indeed, he squatted outside her room and stood there for a long time, but he did not dare to push the door open and enter.
And the conversation between Feng Qingcang and Xin Moer just now fell into his ears.
Nangong Yun never knew that he, who had always avoided women, would be so distracted by a woman. He had seen many beauties, and some of them were more beautiful than Xin Mo'er, but there was something about her that
Such a temperament that seems to be burned into people's hearts and move their hearts.
Since the last time he met Mo'er at Prince Xu's Mansion and on the second floor of the teahouse, her cunning and playful appearance has been imprinted in his mind, and he can't get rid of her for a long time.