Chapter 1890 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (71)

Lian Xi probably didn't expect Luo Qingchen to return to Nan Yisheng so smoothly. She always thought that there would be some twists and turns like in the deep palace.

Little did she know that he recognized her directly.

Whether it was based on her feeling or the handwriting she wrote, Luo Qingchen won the bet after all.

However, the god in the Tianling Flower Formation pretended not to hear it!

"Can't you speak?" In the Star Hall, Nan Yisheng asked while bandaging the wound on her hand, with a look of heartache in her dark eyes.

Luo Qingchen shrugged and nodded gently while eating an orange.

"Did Xi do that?" Nan Yisheng raised his eyes and touched her head while bandaging.

Luo Qingchen broke off a piece of orange and stuffed it into his mouth, blinked his eyebrows and nodded again.

It has to be said that after ten years, Nan Yisheng's appearance has hardly changed at all, but why does he feel stupider!

In this world, who else can do anything to her except Xi.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's good that you're back." Nan Yisheng raised his right hand and hooked her little nose and said, "It doesn't matter whether you can speak or not!"

The next second, Luo Qingchen looked at her seriously and shook his head very decisively, took his palm and wrote four words: This is very important!

The baby's voice is so beautiful, why should he be a mute!

I can still whimper, isn't it cute! ?

"What's your expression?" Nan Yisheng looked at her angry face, and unconsciously drew a doting smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Still very cute."

That night, Luo Qingchen did not go back to the side hall where Mu Jiao and the others were originally, but moved directly into the Xingchen Hall.

For her, it was a familiar place.

And it was precisely because she did not come back that the women who thought they had set a perfect trap could not sit still.

"It's been a whole night, why hasn't the mute come back yet?"

"She must have been captured, or locked up by the King of Nanzhao."

"Impossible. If the King of Nanzhao wants to deal with her, he doesn't need to do it secretly."

"But we really haven't heard any rumors... Sister Jiaojiao, what do you think we should do?"

"You, you are just stupid." Mu Jiao crossed her arms and snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with us if she left without permission? What does it have to do with us if she is dead or alive? Do you want to follow in her footsteps?"

The man's face turned pale and he shook his head hurriedly: "How could it be, Sister Jiaojiao is right, is there a mute in our Mu country? Definitely not!"

"I will send you to observe the situation over there in the next few days, and report to me if there is any movement."

"Yes..."

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The next morning, Luo Qingchen put on a pale long dress, which was her favorite dress when she was still the Crown Princess of Nan Yisheng.

Standing at the gate of the Star Palace, the sun shone on her like a pouring, and when she closed her eyes, she always felt that the world was peaceful.

"Hey, aren't you the woman that Mu country presented to my uncle?" Nian Qing looked at her and blinked, "Why are you here? This is not a place you can come to."

In Nian Qing's impression, among so many women that day, the only one she liked was the one in front of her.

Therefore, when they met again, she didn't forget to remind her.

"Hush--" Luo Qingchen gently gestured, pointed to the garden not far away, and asked her with body language if she wanted to go for a walk.

"You... can't speak?"