Nan Ke got into the bed.

What exactly is she doing? She actually kissed Qi Xiuyuan just now.

"Why should I kiss him?"

Could it be that I have been abstinent for too long over the years and have had problems with my mental ban?

He couldn't help but kiss Qi Xiuyuan.

He lifted the quilt on his face, blocking his blushing cheek.

Early in the morning.

Nan Ke was awakened by the aroma of the meal and came out of the bed.

Open the door.

Various desserts are placed on the dining table in the Pavilion Courtyard.

Qionghua held his hands behind his back and checked the snacks with a prosecutor-like look.

"Qionghua, you're all here to the mountain. What else are you going to be a princess? The three of us, how can we finish eating so many sweets?"

"I don't like eating these sweet and greasy things. I didn't do it. This was made by Qi Xiuyuan last night."

"Qi Xiuyuan!"

Nan Ke looked at the kitchen in horror, and Qi Xiuyuan was still busy inside.

The steamer's air went up to the sky.

"What are you doing?"

He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed Qi Xiuyuan who was preparing to make egg cakes.

"I usually make breakfast and find that you eat a lot of each one. I don't know what you like to eat, so I want to make more and see which one you will choose to eat."

"Just be full of breakfast. Why is this effort in vain? Practicing the spiritual method well is the most important thing."

"I listened to you. I practiced spiritual power until very late last night. Later, it was almost dawn. I thought that it was time for you to get up and have breakfast, so I came over to make breakfast."

As he said that, his cheeks turned red.

"I haven't slept yet. No wonder my face is so hot. Go to bed quickly and don't you know."

He stretched out his hand and stroked Qi Xiuyuan's cheek.

Feel the temperature on his cheek.

Qi Xiuyuan's face turned redder, like a freshly ripe lobster.

It seemed like a burst of electric current was hit by the whole person.

"How could it be so red all of a sudden?"

Qi Xiuyuan couldn't help but raise his hand, trying to hold Nan Ke's hand.

But at this time, Nan Ke retracted his hand.

"I told you not to stay up late. People stay up late and lose their hair. You actually have a fever. I didn't expect that staying up late will happen to different people."

He bit his finger and turned toward the dining table.

"I don't have a fever."

"You are so hot and you still say you don't have a fever. Come back and have a good sleep."

Nan Ke turned around and glared at Qi Xiuyuan fiercely.

Qi Xiuyuan looked aggrieved.

She really doesn't have a fever.

Daoshan is peaceful and peaceful, but the quiet Jiuyou Temple has caused a stir.

Above the cold high platform, there is a platform made of ice and fire, and that platform belongs to the future heir of the Jiuyou Temple and the current helm - Le Zheng Lingjun.

The girl was trembling with coldness and knelt on the ground, and tears as big as beans fell involuntarily.

Le Zheng Lingjun, who watched the girl's movements through the mysterious mirror, had a deep sense of loss in his eyes.

"Tianyuan Nanke didn't have tears."

"We will train her to be what you want." The subordinate in the black robe replied humbly.

Le Zhenglingjun turned his head slightly.

"I want to make her into Tianyuan Nanke."

The black robe's subordinate was obviously slightly stunned, but the shock in his eyes soon disappeared.

She has lived for so many years, and she has heard of the story between Le Zhenglingjun and Tianyuan Nanke.

I still heard about Le Zhenglingjun and Tianyuan Nanke back then.

If Tianyuan Nanke was one-tenth of her sister's well-behaved, he would now be considered the quested hostess of the Jiuyou Temple.

Unfortunately, Tianyuan Nanke's personality is stronger and more independent than Le Zhenglingjun.

She actually dared to eliminate her divine bones, completely draw a clear line with the Nine Nether Temple, and started a turbulent war with a young woman.

Such a woman is simply unforgettable.

I have to say that if Tianyuan Nanke really had one-tenth of the well-behavedness of her sister, Le Zhenglingjun might not have been so obsessed with her, so that he had never even touched his wife for so many years.

Thinking of this.

A faint orchid fragrance came not far away.

This fragrance is Le Zheng Lingjun's favorite flower. In order to please Le Zheng Lingjun, Meng Nanxiao worked hard to develop such a balm for 18 years before he developed it. He wiped it every day and wanted to get Le Zheng Lingjun to pay some attention.

The black robe lowered her head.

A princess who lost her country, who cannot be loved by her husband at all, has an embarrassing identity that is not justified.

These three identities gathered together in this poor woman.

"Shaodian, I have cooked the pear water soup you like to drink. This soup is the best way to clear heat and detoxify."

Le Zhenglingjun didn't even raise his eyes.

"Take it to my father for drinks."

As soon as this statement comes out.

Meng Nanxiao's face turned red suddenly, and her face was full of embarrassment.

The black robe lowered her head and did not dare to look up.

Le Zhengling has been married for a hundred years, but has never touched her.

There are also some tricks here.

It is rumored that shortly after Meng Nanxiao married Le Zhenglingjun, she couldn't stand the loneliness and got together with the palace master.

The palace master is completely opposite to the young palace of Jiuzhou, who is famous for his abstinence and abstinence. Even with such a powerful palace master's wife, he still accepted twenty-eight honorable husbands, and there are many who have no official identities.

"You have many misunderstandings about your nobles' past. If you really have doubts about this, I will slowly tell you."

Meng Nanxiao raised her head and was about to say something, but her eyes were attracted by the girl in the mysterious mirror.

"Nan Ke!"

The tray in his hand fell to the ground with a slam.

The crystal clear pear soup spread all over the floor.

"Madam, this is not your sister, this is His Highness, the princess of Xuanguo, but it is also related to you."

Meng Nanxiao walked slowly towards the mysterious mirror as if she was crazy.

His feet stepped on the broken bowls and chopsticks.

"It's not Nan Ke, it's fine."

Keep reading these words silently.

"As a sister, I'm still afraid of my sister."

Le Zhenglingjun finally said the longest sentence he had with Meng Nanxiao for so many years.

"Your Highness isn't you afraid."

Meng Nanxiao raised a smile, and that smile was more suitable with a slutty smile.

"That's the one who defeated you, and that's the one who almost overthrew the Nine Nether Temple."

The black robe immediately stepped forward to make Meng Nanxiao shut up.

Meng Nanxiao waved his hand.

"She wants to take my life, and I hope she can come back. As long as she can come back, I am willing to pay all the price for it."

"Your Highness!"

These words deeply stimulated Meng Nanxiao.

"Why, I am not good enough? When I was a princess, I was more like a qualified princess than her. As a wife, I am not sure how better than her. What is wrong with me? Tell me."

Meng Nanxiao rushed forward and wanted to catch Le Zheng Lingjun, but Le Zheng Lingjun took a step back.

Turn around and strode away.

Only Meng Nanxiao was left lying in the cold hall.
Chapter completed!