A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 18 It’s hard to explain in one word
  Listening to the conversation between the two, Xiaoying on the side was holding the corner of the table and almost couldn't stand upright with laughter.

"It's very late, Sister Fengqing." Nangong Li carefully lifted the hem of her skirt and looked out the window.

"Yes, it's very late. Let's rest." Jiang Fengqing made a decisive conclusion.

The smile on Xiaoying's face disappeared immediately, and she grabbed Nangong Li's arm and walked out, "Miss, please rest."

"Hey, hey, where are you going to take this prince?" Nangong Li shook off Xiaoying's arm and hid behind Jiang Fengqing in a few big steps.

"Naturally, I have arranged a servant room for the Sixth Prince." Xiaoying said through gritted teeth: "Young Prince, please move."

"This prince is not leaving! Just stay here."

Nangong Li's little head popped up from behind Jiang Fengqing and looked at Xiaoying warily: "Who knows where you are going to take this prince? Maybe you will take me and sell him?"

"This prince is very good at it."

Jiang Fengqing turned around and wanted to push Nangong Li out, but Nangong Li was as tall as a mountain, about 1.8 meters tall. Jiang Fengqing was panting tiredly, and he stood there motionless.

Jiang Fengqing wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Forget it, Xiaoying. You know what the Sixth Prince is like, and he doesn't understand those things either."

Xiaoying had no choice but to be blessed and retreated.

Nangong Li happily fell asleep in the same room as Jiang Fengqing.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint knocking sound outside the window.

Nangong Li, who was separated by a quilt, opened his eyes lazily, with a clear look on his face, and his dark eyes looked out the window quietly.

After a while, he opened the door softly, looked back at Jiang Fengqing, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and walked out of the room.

In the backyard of Jiang Mansion, Nangong Li put one hand behind his waist and walked leisurely to an inconspicuous tree, with a smooth and natural posture. The gold tassels on the skirt had jingled at night, but now they were completely motionless and stuck firmly to the satin.

Although she is dressed in women's clothing, she exudes a sense of nobility that is leisurely and careless.

Under the moonlight, the hazy light slanted on his profile, quiet and beautiful.

Hearing a strange noise in the bushes, Nangong Li's eyes were like sharp knives. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the soles of his feet. He raised his foot and kicked it casually. A stone flew out quickly with sparks and fell straight into the bushes.

With a muffled groan, the bushes swayed, and a man in black narrow sleeves jumped out of the bushes, kneeling in front of Nangong Li with quick movements.

The man raised his hand and wiped away the bloody nose, his eyes firm, "Youshuo pays homage to the Lord."

"We're all here." Nangong Li's tone was unclear, and she frowned, with a hint of impatience between her brows.

"What's the matter?"

"Replying to your lord, Fanchenjian will hold a banquet in two months and you are specially invited to come. The fourth prince of the North, Nangong Lang, the fifth prince, Nangong Heng, the Minister of Staff, Gong Liangmin, and the prince of the South, Baili Mu, and the third princess, Baili Xiyue. Everyone has received the message."

"Two months?" Nangong Li's mouth twitched. Did you start informing him so early?

"Oh? There are people from the South? That's interesting." A sarcastic smile gradually appeared on his lips, but his eyes were deep and unpredictable.

Youshuo took out a red gold invitation from her waist and held it in her hands with a respectful gesture.

Nangong Li didn't answer it, but just leaned over and took a look. It had a red gilt cover with red hibiscus flowers printed on it.

His eyes were already covered with a layer of frost, and he chuckled, it was really thirty years old cotton wool - old-fashioned.

"How many times has it been this year?"

He sneered and sarcastically said: "Youshuo, if you have nothing to do, I will let you go back to Silver Moon Que and cross over again instead of being a messenger here."

Youshuo took a breath of cold air and hurriedly held the invitation and kowtowed, "I know my mistake." "You are still holding this crap?" Nangong Li's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he turned his palm slightly, and the gold on his skirt The tassel flew up instantly, dozens of cold lights suddenly appeared, and the invitation in Youshuo's hand turned into several scraps.

Then the golden tassel fell steadily back to the dress.

Youshuo's hands didn't move at all, not even a crack.

"My lord?" Youshuo suddenly raised his head, with some confusion in his eyes.

But after seeing the emerald green dress on Nangong Li's body, she turned into shock. She opened her mouth several times and finally uttered a sound: "My lord, these clothes of yours...?"

"Still heroic?" Nangong Li raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Youshuo: "...it's hard to put it into words."

Sensing something was wrong, Youshuo quickly changed the subject: "Master, are you ready for dinner? Do you want me to go get some food?"

"No need, I ate very well today." Nangong Li smiled and stretched, "Don't bother me with such trivial matters in the future."

After saying that, he returned to Liangfeng Pavilion calmly.

Youshuo was left alone in the cold wind, silently picking up the invitations that had fallen to the ground.

The next morning, everything was quiet, and the morning light shone on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow.

Jiang Fengqing opened her eyes sleepily. As soon as she sat up, she felt something swishing down from her neck. She looked down and saw some crushed grass clippings scattered on the quilt. Jiang Fengqing picked up some and observed carefully.

"what is this?"

These things fell from her neck. She touched her neck with her fingers in confusion and found that her fingertips were green, which meant...

Jiang Fengqing jumped out of bed and rushed to the bronze mirror to take a closer look. Sure enough, her entire neck was dyed green.

Then he gritted his teeth and growled: "Nan, Gong, Li!"

"Miss, are you awake?" Xiaoying walked in with a washbasin and naturally helped Jiang Fengqing wash up.

"Where's that idiot Nangong Li?" Jiang Fengqing asked Xiaoying while sweeping the grass clippings off the bed.

Xiaoying looked at Jiang Fengqing sadly, obviously not having a good rest: "Go back to Miss, I've already had someone hitch a carriage to take the Sixth Prince back to the palace."

"What's that on my neck?"

Speaking of this, Xiaoying became even more angry: "The Sixth Prince was rummaging through the entire Liangfeng Pavilion before it got dark, looking for herbs to apply on the young lady's neck. He said it was scary to see the scars on the young lady's neck."

"Is it because of this?" She paused in her sweeping movements, grabbed a handful of stems and leaves, and looked at the stems and leaves, subconsciously thinking that it was some kind of medicinal herb that had been accidentally discovered. As a result, after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't see anything interesting.

"Xiaoying, come and see if this is any kind of medicinal material?" Xiaoying has been with her over the years and has learned a lot and is quite knowledgeable in medical science.

"Miss, there's no need to look at it. The Sixth Prince just went outside and picked up a handful of green weeds under the bushes, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then applied it on your neck."

"What?!" Jiang Fengqing's eyes suddenly widened, and she immediately threw away the grass clippings in her hand in disgust, holding on to the bed frame and retching.

She hadn't eaten anything in the morning, and she was about to vomit out the bile.

Xiaoying quickly handed her a glass of water to rinse her mouth.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Jiang Fengqing swallowed a mouthful of cold water and finally recovered, looking at Xiaoying resentfully.

Why was she sleeping so soundly? Let that idiot Nangong Li do whatever he wants around her neck.

(End of this chapter)