Chapter 85： As You Like It

Give His Highness the Prince Regent those nasty drugs. Doesn't this villain still want everyone in the Qiao family to go to jail again and lose their lives?

Wang stopped crying and slowly closed her eyes.

Whatever the reason, he knew that his son's life was over.

Everyone was silent, but Qiao Yun couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hehe... What a Qiao Ze, I really want to cut off my connection with the Qiao family!"

Needless to say, just say that Qiao Ze prepared the medicine for Nan Jie, the purpose is self-evident.

Qiao Yun had never argued with Qiao Ze before, even if he had fallen in love with the third princess and drugged himself, Qiao Yun had never really made things difficult for him.

But now that Qiao Ze has hit Nan Jun's head with his mind, it has touched Qiao Yun's backlash.

Nanjun is Qiao Yun's last bottom line, no one can touch it.

"Yun'er, this..."

Qiao Huaren opened his mouth awkwardly, but he didn't know how to explain it. It was indeed Qiao Ze's fault.

It's just that God has eyes, and if you commit too many crimes, you will always be punished.

"Mother, our husband and wife don't need this meal. Yun'er is afraid that before the meal is eaten, Yun'er's wife will be murdered."

This was the coldest time when Qiao Yun talked to Qiao Huaren since he was a child, and it was also the most courageous time for Qiao Yun.

Taking the initiative to hold Nan Jun's hand, Qiao Yun took her and walked out without looking back.

He didn't pay much attention to the excitement of Qiao's house, and he didn't want to forgive her if it involved his wife.

As for how Qiao Huaren would deal with Qiao Ze, Qiao Yun didn't want to worry about it.

Don't blame the Qiao family, it is already Nan Jun who gave the Qiao family the greatest face.

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and said nothing all the way, Nan Min returned to hold the hand that was holding her.

"Yun'er, I'm just yours."

Suddenly, Qiao Yun's eyes turned red, and she lay down on Nan Jun's shoulder and began to cry aggrievedly.

He was really scared, if the woman under Qiao Ze's body was Nan Jun, he really couldn't imagine...

In this world, she was the only one he had, and no one could take her away.

"Don't cry, the wicked will have their own harvest, don't be afraid, Yun'er!"

Nan Jun held the little man tightly in his arms and comforted him softly.

This time, Qiao's family completely broke Qiao Yun's heart. Since then, Qiao Yun has never stepped into the door of Qiao's family.

As for Qiao Ze, although he wanted to die in every possible way, he lingered on due to Wang's begging.

Qiao Zemo, who lost his innocence, said that he coveted the regent Nanjun, even the third princess, and the Qiao family didn't dare to mention it again.

In desperation, Qiao Huaren had no choice but to recruit the little gardener as a door-to-door wife. In the future, Qiao Ze's sons would all be descendants of the Qiao family, which was the only thing that made Qiao Huaren feel a little relieved.

Randomly found a not-so-bad family for the little gardener to be his adoptive daughter, and Qiao Huaren posted a post to the outside world.

Qiao Ze's marriage was done in a hurry, so there were some ugly words in Beijing.

It's just that because Qiao Yun is extremely favored by His Royal Highness the Regent, no one dares to mention this matter outside.

In early June, the weather is getting hotter.

It's time for the envoys of the Kingdom of Yun to return to Beijing, but Prince Yun Jiu, who has always been savage and willful, is unwilling to leave no matter what.

The Eighth Prince's daughter, Shangguan Ming, took the initiative to ask Ying to send the envoy of Yunguo to Chufeng, but Shangguan Zhao was very surprised.

Nan Jun smiled lightly, and only said: "A good thing is coming."

When the procession reached the gate of the capital, Yunyu, who was sitting in the carriage, kept looking out the window, which aroused Liu Min's curiosity.

And Mu Chen, who was riding on the horse, also pulled the reins, took a deep look in the direction of the palace, pursed his lips in disappointment, slammed into the belly of the horse, and went straight ahead without looking back.

Nanjun, goodbye!

At the beginning of September, Fengguo received Yunguo's letter of credence.

In order to seek good relations between the two countries, Yunguo is willing to marry the nine princes to Fengguo for peace.

The little emperor directly ordered people to send the letter of marriage to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and within an hour, Shangguan Ming entered the palace excitedly to thank him.

From then on, Prince Yunjiu married the eighth princess of Fengguo, and Yunfeng got married, and everyone was happy.

As Qiao Yun became pregnant, Nan Jun gradually handed over the court to Shangguan Zhao step by step, and he just took time to accompany Qiao Yun.

It wasn't until he was nearly fifty years old that Qiao Yun was convinced that what Nan Jun said to him was true.

In the whole court, except for the eighth prince's daughter, Shangguanming, who never took over the queen, and only one housemate before Yunyu, there was only Nanjun, and Qiao Yun was the only one in her life.

He remembered that she had promised him that Nanyun was only Qiao Yun's.

A couple for life, Nan Jun did it.

And Qiao Yun also returned Nanjun I's affection, gave birth to a daughter and raised children for her, and helped her Nanjia family to prosper.

Maybe it was because Nanjun killed too much in this life, or maybe she was too worried. When Qiao Yun was still able to play chess and write poems, Nanjun went without warning.

Qiao Yun, who was full of gorgeous hair, held Nan Jun's cold hand without shedding a single tear.

Because he knew that they would meet again soon.

"My wife, wait for me. The road to Huangquan is too lonely, Yun'er is here to accompany you..."

The children just watched their father sit on the bedside of their mother and leave with a smile. Perhaps, this is their best destination!

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Surrounded by clouds and mist, Nan Jun fell into a coma before Mengxian came.

Before he fell into a coma, Nan Jun was still thinking, would he be able to find Yun'er without Mengxian casting spells?

"Hmm... so dark..."

His whole body was in pain as if falling apart, and his eyes were pitch black.

Nan Jun raised his hand to rub his eyes, but was held back by a cold little hand.

"Your eyes are not healed yet, so you can't touch them for now."

It was a man's cold voice, but although the man spoke indifferently, there was concern for Nan Jun in his tone.

Nan Jun withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and thanked the man.

Gently moving his body, Nan Jun seemed to feel the aura in his body, and immediately calmed down to run for a week.

My mind was blank, and Nan Jun couldn't remember why he appeared here anyway.

It's just that there is a voice in her heart telling her that she is looking for someone, a gentle and demure man.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

Knowing that the man had not left, Nan Jun asked.

The man frowned slightly, stared at the woman on the bed for a long time, and then said: "You...was poisoned, fell into the cliff, and was rescued by me."

He had gone into the mountains to visit his master, but on the way back he met her who was pushed off the cliff.

The eldest son of the general's mansion who has always been cold-hearted, the only person he can't let go of is this person in front of him.

Even though the woman disliked him very much, he still couldn't just watch her die tragically.

"Thank you son for saving me, Nan Jun is very grateful."

Nan Jun fumbled to sit up, and cupped his fists towards the man.

Qiao Yun was startled, could it be that she didn't recognize her own voice?

Or, pretending not to know?

Or is there another secret?

"Do you still remember who poisoned you, and who pushed you off the cliff?" Qiao Yun asked tentatively.