Chapter 114： who does she like

Qiao Yun raised his hand to pick up the flower tin on the table and pasted it on his forehead, so that as long as he pretended to be cold and kept talking, he would not reveal his secrets.

Although Shuang'er was curious that the young master would take the initiative to dress up, she didn't dare to talk too much. After all, she was going to enter the palace with the woman she loved, so it was understandable that the young master wanted to dress up more beautifully.

The carriage of the Eighth Prince's Mansion stopped at the door, and Nan Jun was already waiting in the carriage.

She didn't intend to recognize Qiao Yun at this moment, but the imperial decree came so suddenly that people were caught off guard.

Nan Jun thought it over clearly, if Qiao Yun confessed directly today, she would go along with the flow and confess to him pretending not to know. If Qiao Yun still refused to recognize each other, then she had no choice but to pretend not to know and fulfill his wish.

Good people still keep their eyes open and talk nonsense all day long. If a beloved husband can spoil Nan Jun like this, she might be the only one in the whole Nanguo.

Qiao Yun covered her whole body tightly, and then reluctantly walked out of the door.

An Feng and An Yu who were standing beside the carriage stared curiously at Qiao Yun's attire, wondering what Wang Jun was going to do.

"My subordinates greet Wang Jun."

"Um."

Qiao Yun deliberately pressed his voice in response, then stretched out a hand to Shuang'er, and Shuang'er hurriedly stepped forward to help him into the carriage.

In the carriage, Nanjun was leaning on the soft pillow behind him, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Shuang'er saluted Nanjun, and then sat in the corner of the door with a small body.

Qiao Yun carefully sat at a place far away from Nanjun, but his eyes couldn't help but want to look at that person.

The clothes Nan Jun wore today were actually made of the same piece of fabric as Qiao Yun, both of them wore goose yellow gowns with gold trim, even the silk on the cuffs was exactly the same.

Qiao Yun's heart warmed, and he couldn't help but look at that person a few more times.

Just leaning there, Nanjun is like a jade man cast from a piece of flawless jade, with a charming charm. With snow-white skin, clear eyebrows, a tall nose, and those alluring red lips, she is a natural fairy, full of water.

The breeze blew the curtains, and even lifted the hair on her forehead, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

Qiao Yun just stared at that person in a daze. It was this person who had been pretending in his heart for many years.

Even though this face appeared in his dreams every day, Qiao Yun still felt that he couldn't get enough of it.

Shuang'er lowered her eyes in embarrassment, not daring to look at her son who was staring at him in a daze again, if others saw this, he would have to laugh at his son to death.

Nan Jun pursed his lips suddenly, which made Qiao Yun look away in fright, and sat there helplessly, with a pair of wet eyes not knowing where to look.

Nan Jun squinted his eyes to see the little man's attire, and couldn't help laughing secretly, since he didn't want her to know that Yun'er was her king, then she just pretended not to know.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Nan Jun opened his eyes, looked curiously at the veil on Qiao Yun's face and asked.

A look of panic flashed in the little man's eyes, and Nan Jun almost laughed out loud, but fortunately, she was already mentally prepared, so she could hold back this moment.

Qiao Yun suppressed his throat and coughed twice: "Ahem...The minister caught a cold a few days ago, and I'm afraid it will infect others."

Nan Jun frowned suddenly, why was his lowered voice so familiar?

"Your body is important, Wang Jun will take good care of it, and I will go to the palace later, and I will find an imperial doctor to have a look."

"No...no need, the servant knows some medical skills, just take a few medicines and you'll be fine."

Qiao Yun quickly said decisively, how dare he let the imperial doctor come to see, wouldn't it be all exposed?

"That's good."

Nan Jun nodded, and just as Qiao Yun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard her say again, "I haven't thanked Wang Jun for sending soup every day, but Wang Jun has a heart."

"Sister Jun... the wife master is being polite, that's the duty of a servant."

Qiao Yun was so frightened that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Fortunately, Nan Jun didn't continue to ask, otherwise he was really afraid that if he said a few more words, she would find out.

Nan Jun closed his eyes and fell asleep again, Qiao Yun secretly let out a breath.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, Qiao Yun hurriedly collected his thoughts, and waited for Nan Jun to get off the carriage first.

Unexpectedly, when Qiao Yun was standing outside the car, the hands he had been looking forward to for many years were already waiting there.

Nan Jun stretched out his hand to Qiao Yun, and waited patiently for him to let him go.

An Feng and An Yu, who were following Nan Jun, were all taken aback by their master's actions, and then they couldn't help being happy for Qiao Yun.

If Wang Jun and the master can really get together well, it can be regarded as a friendship that has lasted for many years.

Qiao Yun shoved her hand into Nan Jun's hand tremblingly. Her hand was extremely warm, which even warmed his heart.

Apart from helping Qiao Yun off the carriage, Nan Jun didn't make any other moves, she was afraid of frightening the little man who was tightly covered.

Qiao Yun followed Nan Jun step by step, with lowered eyes, not daring to speak, and not daring to walk too slowly.

Shuang'er, who was following behind, grinned and was very happy for her young master.

It's just that Qiao Yun's thoughts had already gone beyond the clouds, and he still felt the warmth of Nan Jun in his palm, but he suddenly became bored.

She doesn't know that she is Yun'er she likes, but she still treats him like this, then does she like Yun'er more, or does she like this prince in name more?

Thinking of this, Qiao Yun suddenly felt sulking, not knowing whether it was because Nanjun was too affectionate with her "never met" prince, or because of her passion.

In Qiao Yun's eyes, Nan Jun hugged himself last night and said he liked her, and today he went to help other men get off the carriage, which is already very affectionate.

At this time, Qiao Yun had long forgotten that Yun'er, whom she liked, was also her prince!

Because of the depression in his heart, Qiao Yun just buried his head and walked forward without looking at where he went. When he looked up again, he was already in the back garden, and he even knocked down a man in a palace costume.

"Ouch!"

"My lord, are you alright?"

The two servants hurriedly helped the man in the blue brocade robe up, and said with concern.

"Which one who doesn't have a good eye bumped into this gentleman? Drag me out to hit the board, beat me hard..."

After the blue-clothed man called Wang Jun stood firm, he pointed at Qiao Yun opposite him and roared angrily.

It was only then that Qiao Yun realized that the person he bumped into was Qi Zhanyu, the king of Nan'an, the third daughter, and the youngest son of Qi Bohou's family.

Because of his handsome appearance, Qi Zhanyu has been pampered by his family since he was a child, and has always been arrogant and domineering.

The emperor relied heavily on the Qi family, so the third princess took the initiative to ask for this seemingly good marriage.

Unexpectedly, after getting married, the jealousy and pungentness of the three princes made the life of the three princes very difficult, which made her regret endlessly. She shouldn't have been fooled by that face in the first place.

Therefore, Nan'an turned his mind on Qiao Yun, the only son of the Qiao family, who was also a member of the court. If the Qiao family agreed to grant Qiao Yun to her as the king, she would immediately ask for an order to dismiss Qi Zhanyu.