Chapter 235: A Good Hand of Cards Played Badly

Nan Xi was silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Nan Jiao hooked up with Duan Mu Yu?

Was this Li's idea or her father's?

With a frown on her face, Nan Xi said calmly: "Don't worry about her. She has nothing to do with me now. They are free to do whatever they want."

Yinyue nodded: "Also, Master Nan got into a fight with someone in the academy and was persuaded to drop out of school."

"A good card has been beaten to pieces, and I'm probably talking about you, my father." Ye Qingcheng smiled lightly, "Master Nan and his concubines and children have finally tasted the consequences of their own actions."

It is indeed your own fault.

The love between a poor student and a merchant's daughter is not a shameful thing. On the contrary, if he didn't care so much about the world's eyes and treated his first wife wholeheartedly, he would now have a prosperous career, a happy wife and daughter, a harmonious and happy family, and a powerful regent. Son-in-law, no one dares to look down upon him even in the imperial city where the powerful are everywhere.

In the final analysis, it is just his own vanity and ruthless nature revealed.

"However, many times, the more heartless people are, the better off they are than others." Nan Xi smiled lightly, "Fate is always unfair to good people."

That's why there is a saying that "good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years."

Isn’t that what happened in the previous life?

Rong Yu did not fight for power, but was eventually plotted to death. Instead, Rong Chuyun secured the throne, Nan Xingzhi secured his position, and even Gu Qingshu rose to prominence.

This ending is just because she was lucky enough to be reborn with the blessing of God, so that she could have everything over again. Otherwise, who would avenge Rong Yu?

A chill flashed through Nan Xi's eyes. Every time she thought of the dream in her previous life, the little affection she had for Nan Xingzhi instantly disappeared, leaving only hatred.

Rong Yu and Yunting didn't talk for long in the study. When he saw the two approaching from a distance, Ye Qingcheng turned around and greeted them, saying calmly: "Since we have decided to leave, we won't stay any longer, Regent." Please take care of yourself, King and Princess, and see you again someday."

Before Rong Yu and Nan Xi spoke, Yunting added in a warm voice: "There is no need to meet again by chance. I am from Jiuxiao Pavilion, and there is always a chance to meet."

Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng turned her head and glanced at him: "Really?"

Yunting raised his eyes to the sky and nodded silently.

Ye Qingcheng: "..."

"Mr. Yun is right, we can meet at any time in the future." Nan Xi chuckled, "When my husband gives an order, your husband must be at your call. Isn't this the same as meeting at any time?"

Ye Qingcheng's mouth twitched.

Rong Yu stood with his hands behind his back, there was no special emotion in his eyebrows, and his voice was still as indifferent as ever: "When you return to Shu Kingdom, you can use the power of Jiuxiao Pavilion to your heart's content. You have been tricked once, don't let it happen again." ”

Yunting narrowed his eyes: "Yes."

Ye Qingcheng smiled coldly: "The first time he was tricked, the whole army was almost wiped out. If there is a second time, Yunting and I will probably go to the underworld and not have the shame to see his parents."

Yunting said nothing.

In the past three years, he has learned to hide and restrain his emotions. He has a sworn feud and will not stop until he kills all the emperor and empress. More than a thousand days of forbearance have taught him to heal his wounds. He hid his hatred and hatred, but the hatred burning in his chest every day and night tortured him all the time, always reminding the emperor of Shu that there was still a great revenge that had not been avenged.

Ye Qingcheng was right. After three years of forbearance and three years of tempering, if he was still being plotted against, he would not be able to see the ancestors of the Yun family even if he went to the underworld.

Neither Yunting nor Ye Qingcheng were talkative people. They had already said what needed to be said and left quickly.

Rong Yu and Nan Xi stood outside the Zhaochen Palace, watching the two people leave. When Yunting and Ye Qingcheng's figures drifted away on the corridor and disappeared from sight, the two of them looked away.

"Rong Yu." Nan Xi smiled lightly, "Everyone has their own way of loving, and every couple who loves each other has their own different fate. Not everyone in this world is as lucky as me."

So lucky... to be chosen by him in the vast sea of ​​people, and to be cared for and loved by him like a treasure. He protected her from the wind and rain, and built her a warm house with only sunshine but no frost and snow, so that she could live better than a god. Comfortable.

Rong Yu held her hand, turned around and walked towards Zhaochen Hall: "I am the lucky one."

There it is again.

Nan Xi looked at the steps under her feet in silence. When she said she was lucky, he also said the same thing: I am the lucky person.

Today it was like this again, like a promise, like gratitude, like luck, but without a single word of explanation.

It was as if...as if it was his great blessing that she was willing to like him.

Nan Xi was deep in thought, but did not ask any more questions.

She knew that Rong Yu had a secret in his heart, but if he didn't tell it, it proved that he wasn't ready to speak yet.

If he decides to tell her, he will take the initiative even if she doesn't speak.

So no need to ask.

Even if they are already the closest couple, they should still treat each other with the most basic respect, not force his will, and not make things difficult for him.

Nan Xi raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Rong Yu."

"Huh?" Rong Yu tilted his head, "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired." Nan Xi laughed, "I didn't do anything, how could I be tired? I want to tell you that there is a little connection between Nan Jiao and the Northern Prince Duan Muyu."

Nan Jiao and the Prince of Northern Xinjiang?

Rong Yu was silent for a moment, pondering the meaning of this sentence in his heart, and then said calmly: "Da Zhou has no intention of marrying with Beijiang, nor will it allow any woman from a minister's family to marry a man from the royal family of other countries."

Nan Xi smiled faintly: "The prince of Beijiang should not look down on a concubine's daughter from a minister's family who has lost power. It is definitely impossible to marry her in a formal way. It may be okay to make a deal with each other, and each party will get what it needs."

Nan Jiao is fifteen years old this year, and she is about to get married. However, given the current situation of the Nan family, it is impossible for the decent and powerful families in the imperial capital to consider marrying with the Nan family. In addition to the fact that the Nan family has lost power, they are more afraid of offending the regent.

So Nan Jiao had no choice, and finding Duanmu Yu was probably a desperate decision.

Fifteen years old is already the age to consider marriage, and further delay will only waste the best years. The prince of Northern Frontier came with the purpose of marriage, but failed to achieve the purpose of marriage. Although he was a little cautious about Da Zhou after being defeated, he did not need to be overly afraid of Rong Yu, so as long as he was interested in Nan Jiao, he would naturally dare to accept her.

Besides, Nan Jiao was good-looking, and the fifteen-year-old girl was as beautiful as a flower. Unless Duanmu Yu was a gentleman, there was no reason to refuse.

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Author's words:

The plot of these two chapters was a bit bland, but it was normal for the plot to go this far. There will be more exciting things in the future, so please look forward to it~ The male and female protagonists are not abused~