Chapter 58： I do not deserve

"Nine thousand years ago just said what status would be given to Yun'er?"

While wiping his sweat, Qiao Huaren asked Wang Shi who was also frightened at the side.

"It seems to be talking about the position of the king..."

Mrs. Wang didn't think that Qiao Yun's marriage to Nan Min was a jealous thing at all. The regent murdered without blinking an eye, and might kill Qiao Yun one day.

That's fine, let him go to Nanfu to die, and his son be the third king, it can be regarded as the best of both worlds.

Because of His Highness the Prince Regent's marriage proposal, Qiao Huaren didn't bother to blame the servant who invited her over, and only wanted to hurry up and prepare for his son's marriage.

Shangguanxuan didn't even dare to mention the matter with Qiao Yun, he just wished that it had never happened.

After everyone had left, Qiao Yun realized that he was still boldly grabbing that person's arm.

The little man blushed with embarrassment, quickly let go of the man, and shrank his body back to the wall.

Although he was with her, he didn't remember anything. It was really embarrassing to be so awake at this moment.

Nan Jun didn't think so, she brazenly pulled Qiao Yun back into her arms, and blinked her eyes aggrievedly.

"What? Could it be that Yun'er wants to eat everything and refuse to admit it?"

"I do not have…"

Qiao Yun hurriedly shook his head, curled up with hands hanging by his side helplessly.

She had just protected his reputation, and because of occupying his body, she proposed marriage to the Qiao family and gave him the status of Zhengjun. Qiao Yun felt that she seemed very lucky.

only…

"You are Prince Regent Nanjun?" Qiao Yun asked suddenly.

"Yes, are you afraid of me?"

Qiao Yun shook his head lightly. Everyone knew that the Prince Regent, Nanjun, was murderous and ruthless, but today he saw that this person was better than everyone he knew.

"Although you took my body, you did it to save my life. You don't need to pity me, if you...you don't need to marry me!"

Qiao Yun thought, the position of the regent is comparable to that of the queen, so why should he marry her? She was obviously the one who saved him, so why would he force her to marry him just because of the physical relationship?

Even if he didn't marry all his life and stayed in the mansion for the rest of his life, he didn't want to embarrass her.

"You still want to eat it and refuse to admit it!"

Nan Jun turned over angrily, and pressed Qiao Yun underneath.

"I'm not...I just don't want you to marry me just to be responsible to me, I..." I don't deserve it!

"Didn't your ears be damaged by that medicine? I said that I have been in love with you for a long time, have you forgotten?"

Nan Jun bit the man's lip viciously, making Qiao Yun turn his face away in embarrassment.

"We have never met before, so why would you like to say it?"

Qiao Yun asked with some confidence.

"You have never seen me, but I always remember you."

Nan Jun raised his hand to caress the cinnabar mole on Qiao Yun's forehead, rubbing it carefully.

"This red cinnabar mole has long been engraved in my heart."

Nan Jun's words were so emotional that Qiao Yun believed her story of acquaintance, because no granddaughter had ever seen the cinnabar on his forehead, and no one had said that the cinnabar was beautiful.

Nanjun is the only one.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yun's heart became sweet for no reason, and his face became a little sullen.

He had never felt this way before.

"Yun'er, I will treat you well, and I will only treat you well in my life!"

The cinnabar mole under his hand seemed to be burning hot, so that Nan Ju accidentally covered the little man's lips.

Qiao Yun just let Nan Jun do what he did, and that familiar feeling came over him, as if they had experienced it thousands of times.

Could this feeling be the deja vu mentioned in the book?

Whether it's deja vu or love at first sight, from the moment she got his body, Qiao Yun can only be Nan Jun's man...

Abandoning the reservedness of a man's family, Qiao Yun never refused Nan Jun's closeness even though he knew that it was very menglang for him to do so.

Nanjun, if your tenderness is an abyss, then drown me!

The little man's subtle initiative made Nan Jun happy, and the movement of hugging the man became a little gentler.

"Yun'er..."

"Hmm... Your Highness, Your Highness."

"Call me sister..."

"Yu...sister..."

A wind and rain, I don't know who's heart is disturbed.

Qiao Yun, who has always been polite and well-behaved, did the most daring thing in his life, which was to follow Nanjuhu for a whole day.

Before the whole house was busy with Prime Minister Qiao's birthday banquet, they began to prepare for the marriage of their eldest son.

When Ah Xue, who had been busy all day, returned to the small courtyard with her sore body, it was already late at night, and she searched the entire courtyard without seeing her young master.

Regardless of the pain in her body, A Xue turned around and was about to go out to find someone, but she happened to run into that beautiful woman, who was holding his son in her arms.

Qiao Yun, who was tired all day, was already sound asleep in Nan Ju's arms. Although Nan Ju's face was cold under the moonlight, the movements of hugging the little man in his arms were extremely gentle.

Dazed by the woman's appearance, Ah Xue realized that her young master was still in her arms.

"You... who are you? Why are you hugging my young master?"

Ashe boldly glared at that woman, could it be that this person belittled her young master in Qiao's residence?

"This king is Yun'er's wife."

Nan Jun looked indifferently at the little waiter in front of him who bared his teeth and claws, secretly feeling amused in his heart.

This child has served Qiao Yun since he was a child, and because he is one year younger than Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun dotes on him very much on weekdays, and Nan Jun will not make things difficult for him.

"Wife master?"

Startled, Ah Xue stared at the woman in front of her again.

Isn't his son destined for the third princess? How could it be her?

She calls herself the king, could it be that princess too?

"Hurry up and prepare hot water to bathe your young master!"

Nan Jun strode into the room with Qiao Yun in his arms, and gave instructions to A Xue who was still in a daze behind him without looking back.

"Yes, I'm going now..."

A Xue responded, and then realized, why did he listen to this man's order?

But the son is still in his hands, so he can't do it if he doesn't listen!

It's not that she didn't doubt Nan Jun's identity, just seeing how gentle she treated Qiao Yun, Ah Xue believed her half to eight.

In this world, after the Zijun passed away, I'm afraid no one has cared so much about his son!

Although the woman is unsmiling, she is very good-looking. If you want to marry him, you will not humiliate your son.

While thinking wildly, A Xue filled the stove with firewood.

Only he and the young master live in this yard, and he is the only one who does the daily work of boiling water and cleaning. The young master also has to grow vegetables and cook by himself, which is also extremely hard.

Nan Jun put the person directly on the narrow bed, looking at the layout of the room, Nan Jun felt even more distressed for this little man.

The dignified son of the prime minister's mansion lives in a house that is not even as good as a wing room. It seems that Qiao Huaren doesn't care much about his son.