Chapter 108： You said he was my king's king

Qiao Yun didn't show any fear on his face, he went straight up to meet the sword, and entangled with Nan Jun.

One black and one white fluttered among the flowers, and between the sword light and sparks, only the thin layer of sweat gradually rising on the foreheads of the two could be seen, but their eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Seeing Nanjun's sword stabbing towards him, Qiao Yun suddenly frowned, and dodged sideways, but his whole body fell down because of the strength of the dodge.

Nan Jun panicked, before he had time to withdraw his sword, he rushed over and grabbed the man in his arms.

Qiao Yun took advantage of the situation and climbed up to Nan Jun's neck, and met her eyes like this, never wanting to part again.

"Why are you so careless?"

Nan Jun's slightly complaining words rang in his ears, and before Qiao Yun could say anything, the man's fingers had already hooked his upturned nose.

"Yun'er knows that sister Yun must not be willing to let Yun'er fall."

Qiao Yun coquettishly said coquettishly, her hands still wrapped around Nan Jun's neck and refused to let go.

Nan Jun smiled fondly, but never let go of the person in his arms.

"Yesterday, I waited for you all night. I didn't expect you to be here waiting for me early in the morning."

Qiao Yun bit her lower lip and glanced at Nan Min secretly, but said "fool" in her heart, she has not discovered her identity yet, and she doesn't know how this person has become both talented and beautiful in the eyes of others.

Even so, Qiao Yun's eyes are still full of love for Nan Jun, without hiding it.

Especially when he heard Nan Jun say that she had been waiting for him last night, Qiao Yun couldn't help but be happy.

It turns out that being liked by someone you like is such an exciting thing.

Qiao Yun boldly hooked Nan Jun's neck tightly, and put his lips close to her ear.

"Sister Jun is holding Yun'er like this, aren't you afraid that others will misunderstand you if they see it?"

Nan Jun's body froze, his whole body was hot from the heat from the mouth of the little man in his arms, and he tried hard to hold the man in his hand tightly, Nan Jun gave a doting smile.

"It doesn't matter if you see it? You're always going to be mine!"

Nan Jun never asked the identity of the person in his arms, and believed that he would not hurt himself.

As for why he was able to come and go freely in the palace, the woman who was dazzled by love couldn't remember it at all.

The phrase "my man" made Qiao Yun giggle. If she knew that he was already her man, she didn't know how she would react.

"Come and have breakfast with me!"

Nan Jun gently coaxed the person in his arms, wanting him to stay with her for a while.

Nan Jun liked this little guy more and more. He was capable of medicine and martial arts. I don't know what else she didn't know about him.

Although Qiao Yun wanted to be with her, he was afraid of being seen by others and directly revealing his identity, so he ruthlessly refused.

"Yun'er still has something to do, I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner with Sister Yun today."

Suddenly thinking that her soup hadn't boiled yet, Qiao Yun hurriedly jumped out of Nan Jun's arms, and ran away holding the sword before Nan Jun could persuade her to stay.

Feeling the warmth of this hand, Nan Jun slowly raised the corners of her lips, and she found that she liked him more and more.

Such a tender scene fell on Lian Qing's eyes behind the tree, and it became a poison to the bone, hurting his eyes and heart.

They were really together, no wonder the eighth prince forbade him to call her elder sister, it was really Qiao Yun's fault.

Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, since that's the case, don't blame me for not being able to keep you.

Touching the jade pendant on his waist, a killing intent flashed in Lian Qing's eyes.

For some reason, the soup delivered by Wang Jun was half an hour late today, and Nan Jun had already eaten his breakfast and went to the study.

Shuang'er found An Yu with the food box, and An Yu obediently took the food box from Shuang'er and sent it to Nan Jun's study.

When the dark rain came in, Nan Jun really looked at something seriously.

I didn't want to disturb my master, but when I saw the person on the rice paper, An Yu couldn't hold back and sighed.

"Master's painting skills are amazing, the people in this painting are so lifelike, they seem to be alive."

Nan Jun chuckled lightly, took the bowl handed over by An Yu and drank it down in one gulp.

For some reason, the soup that Mr. Qiao made for her every day seemed to have miraculous effects. During this period of time, her head never hurt again.

An Yu moved closer again, stared at the face of the person in the painting, shook his head and muttered: "It's just... this subordinate has never seen Wang Jun smile like this before..."

In An Yu's eyes, Qiao Yun's eyes were always filled with sadness, not as happy as in the eyes of the person in the painting.

Nan Jun tightened his hand holding the bowl, as if he didn't hear An Yu's words clearly.

"Who are you talking about?"

An Yu raised those innocent eyes to look at Nan Jun, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty! Isn't the master painting the Wang Jun?"

"You mean... him? He is the prince of this king?"

Nan Jun seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking, she never asked his identity, would she be looking for a stone with Meiyu in her arms, did she really have a big oolong?

An Yumu nodded, but no matter what, he never thought that his master would not know his husband.

Looking down at the empty bowl, Nan Jun felt unspeakably distressed.

"Wang Jun...what's his full name?"

"Qiao Yun."

Master, what's the matter? Don't you even remember your husband's name?

yes!

The name of the son of the Qiao family is Qiao Yun, and he said he was Yun'er...

Qiao Yun is Yun'er, and Yun'er is Qiao Yun...

She left him alone on the day of her wedding, and said so many embarrassing things for him, making him the laughing stock of the entire capital.

But he still boils this soup for her every day, even though it is a nourishing soup, the smell of medicine in it can still be smelled by Nan Jun.

She pretended to be sick and didn't accompany him when he came home three times, but he still secretly came to meet her, and even accepted her ignorant confession.

Thinking of Qiao Yun's tears streaming down his face twice for no reason, Nan Jun suddenly understood now.

What kind of belief supported that little man to treat her like this? How could she, Nanjun, make him like her so much?

"Master, what's the matter?"

An Yu neatly caught the bowl that fell from Nan Jun's hand, looked at her puzzled and asked.

Nan Jun was startled, only to realize that the bowl had dropped at some point.

"Nothing, you go back first!"

"Yes."

"Wait..." Nan Jun suddenly called An Yu who was about to leave.

"What else does the master want?"

"Have the people sent to Liujia Village come back?"

"The journey is a bit long, I'm afraid it will take a few more days." An Yu bowed and replied.

"When the person comes back, bring him directly to see the king."

"Yes, this subordinate will retire."

Nan Jun waved his hand, and his eyes fell back on the face of the person in the painting.

"Yun'er, Yun'er, why are you bothering?"

Since she knew that she was the king of Nanjun, why bothered to hide her identity?

Nan Jun couldn't figure out Qiao Yun's purpose for doing this, but because of guilt in his heart, he didn't know how to face him, and was very upset.

Coupled with the questions that Nanjun had been lingering in her mind about Liujiacun, it made her even more headache.