Chapter 417

"Ziqing! Ziqing!"

Opening the bead curtain, Nangong Qing went in directly. The strong smell of medicine in the air came to his face, which made him frown. Hasn't Nalan night recovered from his injury? Otherwise the medicine will smell

Nangong Qing was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the bedroom, a large wooden barrel curled out white smoke. Nalan was immersed in a bucket of black water at night, as if healing. Hearing the news, he seemed to have expected it long ago. His face didn't change. He only slowly turned his head and looked at Nangong Qing with cold and sharp eyes.

"You... Ziqing, you..." unexpectedly, Nalan night was taking a bath, and it seemed that he was still in the medicine bath. Nangong Qing was stunned there for a moment, with an embarrassed face.

"Have you seen enough? Go out when you have seen enough." Nalan night suddenly opened his mouth and said coldly.

His face trembled. Nangong Qing smiled and turned his back: "I'll go out first. Call me after you wash. Er... I have something important to tell you. I'll wait for you outside."

With that, he quickly lifted the bead curtain and went out. Listening to the crisp sound of the emerald beads shaking behind him, he was particularly unhappy. He walked quickly to the hall step by step, and suddenly saw Yong'an also coming in.

"Hey, Yong'an, i... I didn't know Ziqing was taking a bath." Nangong Qing looked so uncomfortable for the first time.

If it had been before, he would never have been like this. He made friends with Nalan night. Let alone watch him take a bath, even if they took a bath together, it was not unprecedented. Just now... He felt guilty when he saw Nalan night. He always felt that his eyes were wrong. There was a feeling of strangeness and alienation in that deep emotion, which made him a little uneasy.

With a defensive look on his face, Yong'an took his sword back to its scabbard and walked in step by step: "the prince is healing. His highness, it's all thanks to his majesty! If the prince wasn't kind and soft hearted, he wanted to make friends with you and was willing to put down his gratitude and resentment. As a result... His majesty revealed the whereabouts of the prince to North Vietnam. The injured prince was ambushed on the way and almost couldn't come back."

Filled with hate in his voice, Yong'an approached Nangong Qingmai and said with clenched teeth, "you've done this to the king! Your highness, do you think I should avenge the king and kill you?"

"Yong'an, you..." Nangong Qing's face changed and immediately put on a Parry: "don't get excited. I know Ziqing's injury is due to me. I'm also very sorry. I'm willing to compensate him for all his losses..."

"Can you afford to compensate? Not only our prince's injury, but also our princess! You were killed alive by your father and son. Is that what your Nangong family did to the prince? I......"

"Yongan!"

Suddenly, a low cry stopped Yong'an's words. They looked back and saw Nalan night coming out in a black robe and wet black hair. His face was not good, and he swept Yongan with a cold face. The latter immediately hung his head and said nothing, and stepped back two steps. He looked at Nangong Qing again. The latter was also worried and didn't know what to say.

"Yong'an, you go out first."

"Lord..."

Looking at Nalan night's face without a trace of expression, he could not refuse to say no, saluted respectfully, and then retreated out. Before leaving, he glared at Nangong Qing and warned him not to talk.

Then there was a silence. Nangong Qing looked at Nalan night. The latter had already sat in the main seat of the hall and looked outside without saying a word, as if he didn't exist at all. I wanted to say something, but Nalan night's appearance of refusing people thousands of miles away made Nangong Qing nervous.

The silence spread like air in the hall, and the atmosphere began to become more dignified. Nangong Qing felt stiff and thought Nalan was going to say something. As a result, the whole tea time passed, and he didn't even change his sitting posture, as if the whole person was petrified.

Nangong Qing couldn't sit still. He had something important to say. Turning his head, he finally summoned up the courage to look at Nalan night and coughed: "Ziqing, I..."

"I have decided..."

But unexpectedly, they both spoke at the same time. Nangong Qing immediately stopped talking. Who knows, Nalan night also turned to look at him at this time, with four eyes and a pair of dark pupils. Nangong Qing's heart sank and his whole body was cold.

This murderous spirit was like essence. The pores of his whole body contracted with clear stimulation. Nangong Qing seemed to feel something. In front of him, this former friend really wanted to kill. Fortunately, I didn't want to kill him.

"Ziqing, are you okay?" Nangong Qing tried her best to suppress the palpitation and pretended to be okay: "er... What did you want to say just now, you say it, I'll listen."

"Go ahead and I'll listen." Nalan said faintly at night. He didn't even look at him.

"Well, that's good." There was no time to worry about Nalan night's attitude. Nangong Qing just wanted to say it quickly, hoping to attract his attention. Don't doubt his actions like his father.

Looking at Nalan night, Nangong Qing said, "well, I just received the news from Miss Luo and said..."

"What are you talking about?" Nalan's eyes were like electricity at night, and he immediately stared at Nangong Qing.

The whole body was uncomfortable by this look. Nangong Qing looked at Nalan night and was suddenly interrupted by him. He felt very shocked. Because Nalan night's eyes and expressions showed strong emotions. Although he couldn't see what it was, he was also frightened by the eyes.

The pure light suddenly burst out in the dark pupil, like an explosive flame, and the burning Nangong Qing was shocked. He didn't understand why he just started and how he made Nalan night so excited.

Suddenly, he suddenly reacted, Luo qingluan. He must have mentioned Luo qingluan just now. Nalan night's reaction was so strong because she still hated. I'm afraid he would turn over again? And

At this moment, Nangong Qing thought a lot.

He even wondered if Nalan night had contacted Luo qingluan privately. Although Luo qingluan still sent messages to each other through the dark kite, how could Nangong Qing know if Luo qingluan said anything to Nalan night? If so, why did Luo qingluan ask him to inform Nalan night again? Doesn't that prove that she doesn't trust him? Just testing him?

That pill

Suddenly thinking of this, Nangong Qing suddenly felt weak. Did Nalan night know that Luo qingluan gave him a wound healing medicine, but he didn't mention it, so he guessed that he had withheld it himself. So, Nalan will miss him like this at night?

"Ziqing, I......" Nangong Qing was so upset that she couldn't say any more.

"Don't you say?" Nalan glanced over coldly at night: "in that case, I'll say."

His voice became gloomy, with a strong depression, as if thick clouds were convoluted with lightning, "You'd better not enter the palace for a while. In case something happens to you, it'll be bad. During this time in the prince's house, you can take the opportunity to attract more courtiers. Maybe you will ascend the throne soon. When they support you, the government will not be in disorder."

"Do you understand?" Then he took back his eyes indifferently.

As if she heard something broken in the silent room, Nangong Qing couldn't believe what she heard. Nalan night... What did he say? He told himself not to enter the palace. What would affect him? Is it... Forced palace?!

The pupil of his eye suddenly shrunk, and Nangong Qing lost his voice and said, "Ziqing, what do you want to do?"

A light laugh, but so cold, without a trace of anger. Nalan got up at night, lifted the lid, brushed it, and took a sip of tea, He said calmly: "as you think, since you guessed, that's it. For the sake of our friendship, I won't take the throne of your Nangong family. But the emperor of Western Chu... Hehe, he has been sitting in this position for too long. He doesn't fit for a long time, so he needs to change."

"Nalan night, are you crazy?"

Nangong Qing finally couldn't listen. The hesitation and worry in her heart just now were thrown out of the sky, He stood up and glared at him: "you want to attack my father? Do you know this is a rebellion? You have so many people, and your subordinates are loyal to you one by one, but as long as you take this step, you will become a sinner for generations and lose your reputation! I don't want any throne, as long as you calm down..."

"Calm down? Hehe... I've never been more calm than now."

Junyi's face became gloomy. Nalan night's voice was calm, but his eyes contained a strong hatred, like Shura who came out of hell. He said word by word: "if I hadn't defeated North Vietnam five years ago, could Western Chu have today? I don't want to be afraid and suspected by him, so I took the initiative to hand over military power and be his idle Lord, but how did he treat me?"

"Nangong Qing, I don't want to argue with you any more. I won't change what I've decided. I can't forgive him for what he did to qingluan! If I don't kill the Western Chu emperor, Nalan night will not be willing all my life. If you don't want to inherit the throne, stay. If you want to go back and tell the news, ha ha..."

With a gloomy smile, Nalan suddenly clapped his hand. The long sword on the table suddenly jumped into the air. He grabbed the handle of the sword, took out the long sword and put it on Nangong Qing's neck with a clang, and grabbed the falling scabbard with his other hand. Between the movements, the sleeves and robes move, the posture is flexible, the clouds and water flow, and the speed is almost invisible.

When Nangong Qing reacted, he just felt a cold on his neck and didn't dare to move. Nalan night's long sword is hairy and broken. If he is not careful, there will be more holes in him.

"Yes or no!"

"You..."

Nangong Qing's eyes stared round. He never thought that one day he would meet Nalan night blade.

Why did you get to this point? Who was wrong?

With a solemn complexion and a light hook on his lips, Nalan night put his sword on Nangong Qing's neck: "promise, I'll let you go back and prepare everything. If you don't promise, you'll stay here. I'll ask you again when I kill the West Chu emperor."