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

Chapter 49 Not Your Beloved

Nangong Zhuo withdrew his hand that was pulling Lu Jianglan's sleeves. His pair of black ink-like auspicious phoenix eyes were as deep as a pool. He looked at her seriously. The red mole between his eyebrows became more and more dazzling. "I know that Miss Jiang Lan was born as a military general." He is a straightforward and frank person by nature. But this is Lin'an City, the imperial capital, which is different from the battlefield on the frontier, so I hope that Miss Jiang Lan will learn to think twice before doing anything, and never act as recklessly as before."

……

Without waiting for an answer, Nangong Zhuo frowned.

Lu Jianglan's eyebrows moved, her eyes were clear, and she stared blankly at Nangong Zhuo. Her heartbeat accelerated, her mind went blank, and she didn't hear what he said at all.

"Miss Jiang Lan?" He called her again and looked at her doubtfully.

"Thank you, Prince Rong." Lu Jianglan suddenly came back to her senses, subconsciously lowered her eyes and stepped back to salute. Her heart was in a mess, and she froze in place, a little at a loss.

Jiang Fengqing turned around and saw this scene. Seeing that Nangong Zhuo was seducing another girl again, she immediately became angry. She took a few big steps and walked directly to Nangong Zhuo and gave a perfunctory salute. , and immediately took Lu Jianglan's hand and squeezed out of the crowd.

She rolled her eyes inwardly, why is Nangong Zhuo everywhere? She walked angrily and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you see Nangong Yutong? Hasn't she always protected her brother? Today her brother came to the academy, so she should be the happiest one and rush to the front."

The two of them sat at the back of the crowd again next to Nangong Li, escaping from Nangong Zhuo's gaze. Lu Jianglan breathed a long sigh of relief, her cheeks felt hot, and she blankly put the back of her hand on her face to cool down.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Fengqing's heart skipped a beat and she tentatively asked, "Are you..."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Jianglan suddenly turned her head, stared at her and asked very seriously: "At that time, you said that you suddenly didn't like Prince Rong. Is this serious?"

really.

Jiang Fengqing's hanging heart finally sank to the bottom. She sighed helplessly, inexplicably wanting to blame the princes of the Northern Kingdom for why they were all so handsome? Does it run in the family? If Nangong Zhuo was slightly uglier, would he not have chosen Nangong Zhuo in his previous life?

Will Lu Jianglan not be attracted to Nangong Zhuo this time?

"What are you hesitating about?" Lu Jianglan quickly grabbed Jiang Fengqing's arm and asked eagerly: "Do you still like Prince Rong?"

Nangong Li, who was sitting next to them, also turned his head at this time, pursed his lips and stared at Jiang Fengqing, as if he was also expecting her answer.

Jiang Fengqing slowly slipped Lu Jianglan's hand from her arm and held it tightly in her hand. She lowered her head and looked at the lines on her palm, hiding the sneer in her eyes. Nangong Zhuo was a man of cold nature, and nothing else mattered except the throne. If Lu Jianglan really married him, what kind of tragic outcome would it be like in the future?

How can cold-blooded people grow old together?

Looking up again, Jiang Fengqing looked into Lu Jianglan's eyes and said to Lu Jianglan what Xiaoying said to her in her previous life: "Nangong Zhuo is very scheming and is not your lover. You should choose your marriage carefully. .”

She paused every word and spoke extremely seriously.

When Nangong Li heard Jiang Fengqing commenting on Nangong Zhuo, his pupils suddenly narrowed and he looked at her more deeply. This third wife of the Jiang family is really interesting.

The girls around all admired Nangong Zhuo. Every autumn, whenever he appeared in the forest during the hunt, the girls watching the excitement would express their love for him by pinching the flowers in their hands into petals and swaying them towards him. After falling down, it seemed like a rain of petals fell directly around me.

But Jiang Fengqing just said that Nangong Zhuo was very scheming, which was really unexpected.

Lu Jianglan took her hand out of Jiang Fengqing's palm, lowered her eyes, and caressed the embroidery pattern on her dress absently. After a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Then he is your lover?"

"What?" Jiang Fengqing frowned and looked at her in confusion. She reacted instantly and laughed at herself. She shook her head and said with certainty: "Absolutely not." "Of course not." Nangong Li suddenly answered and looked. Xiang Jiang Fengqing's eyes were as clear as a clear spring, and he directly reached out and hugged her arm, lowered his head and rubbed it like a kitten, "I think Sister Fengqing and this prince are together~"

Jiang Fengqing rubbed Nangong Li's head, somewhat dumbfounded, "Why are you everywhere?"

She wanted to say something else, but with a glance from the corner of her eye, she saw Xiaoying opening the door and walking in. Behind her were two men wearing crimson embroidered Yunyan official robes. The two men carried medicine boxes and walked towards the master and Nangong Zhuo. He bowed and saluted: "Prince Rong, Madam, the White Concubine in the palace heard that the third lady of the Jiang Mansion was riding a horse today, and the situation was very dangerous, so she specially asked Wei Chen to come over and take a look."

Master Yanqiu turned around and glanced at Jiang Fengqing, who was sitting at the back of the crowd, nodded, and stepped aside to make way.

This Concubine Bai was originally Jiang Fengqing's maternal aunt, and she was worried that her grandniece might be strange.

"Imperial doctor? Looking for me?" Jiang Fengqing was confused at first, but then understood instantly, and glanced at Jiang Fenghua in the crowd with deep meaning.

It turns out that at that time, Nangong Zhuo said that an imperial doctor bandaged Jiang Fenghua's wounds, but it was not the imperial doctor he specially invited.

When the imperial doctor came to treat her, he took a look at Jiang Fenghua.

But it didn't make any difference to her whether Nangong Zhuo invited him here specially. If she didn't like it, she just didn't like it.

Jiang Fengqing cooperated with the two imperial doctors to complete the diagnosis and treatment, and then said: "My aunt should be relieved now, I'm fine."

The two imperial doctors nodded, and while packing up the medicine box, they warned: "Taiwan Bai asked Wei Chen to give Miss Fengqing a message, saying that Miss Fengqing is a girl after all, and her personality should be more or less stable..."

"Now that I've seen it, I've seen it. The two imperial doctors should have something to do in the palace, so please go back to the palace." Jiang Fengqing rubbed her temples with her fingertips, politely interrupted the imperial doctor's chatter, and watched the two The imperial doctor left the study.

He murmured in a low voice: "My aunt is really nagging as always."

When Nangong Zhuo saw that Jiang Fengqing was fine, he withdrew his gaze and walked to Master Yanqiu, "Master really allowed them to make noise."

Gongyang Yanqiu looked at the group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old students in front of him with a calm expression, "They are at a lively and active age. Instead of forcibly suppressing their personalities, it is better to say everything they want to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Yanqiu cleared his throat and said loudly: "Since everyone has some differences of opinion on whether Jiang Fenghua can enter Hanchen Academy to study, the academy has decided to let Jiang Fenghua temporarily study with Junior Three and enroll in the academy. The ultimatum will be processed based on Jiang Fenghua’s subsequent performance in the academy.”

"You should enroll in school first and then apply for an ultimatum?" Jiang Fenghua's eyes darkened. Why had she done so much, but she was still not an official student of Hanchen Academy?

A sneer appeared on her usually soft and bright face, and her pupils were full of hatred. Jiang Fengqing, just wait. Whatever you have, she must have it too!

After finishing the matter, Nangong Zhuo said goodbye to Gongyang Yanqiu and returned to the palace.

Then Master Yanqiu stroked his gray beard and started the first class of the day.

In the Chinese class, which made the students feel drowsy, Lu Jianglan suddenly turned around and poked Jiang Fengqing, "You seemed to have asked me about Princess Yutong just now?"

(End of this chapter)