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

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jiang Fengqing quickly covered his mouth and said in disgust: "Even if I'm crazy or blind, I would rather fall in love with a fool than fall in love with that disgusting thing."

"Then Sister Fengqing touched his body just now, didn't she like him?" Nangong Li's deep and rich voice was mixed with grievance.

"Why did I touch his body?" Jiang Fengqing was very puzzled and opened her eyes in disbelief, "Don't slander me."

"Mama Du said that only if we like each other can we have skin-to-skin contact, but Sister Fengqing doesn't like that servant, so she can't touch him!" Nangong Li crossed his arms over his chest, turned his head angrily, and ignored Jiang Fengqing.

"Hey!" Jiang Fengqing laughed dumbly and asked: "Then you pester me all day long, do you also like me?"

"That's natural!" Nangong Li nodded quickly and looked at Jiang Fengqing with bright eyes, "I really like Sister Fengqing."

Come on, Jiang Fengqing slapped her forehead. She actually forgot about this problem and waved her hands helplessly, "Now, apart from that servant, you are the only man left behind this rockery, so you go and search him."

"Oh." Nangong Li nodded as if he understood. Just as he was about to walk towards the servants, he paused and suddenly turned around and asked doubtfully: "What is a body search? How do I, the prince, want to search his body?"

Jiang Fengqing bent down and picked up the gold hairpin on the ground, walked towards Nangong Yutong, without looking back, and casually explained: "I just want to check him from head to toe to see if there are any other clothes on him besides his clothes." There’s nothing else.”

"Okay, okay!" Nangong Li responded simply.

Seeing Jiang Fengqing getting closer and closer to Princess Yutong, the palace maid's eyes were as sharp as a poisonous tongue and she sneered: "Miss Fengqing skipped Master's class specifically to humiliate our princess?"

"What do you mean by this? My young lady clearly helped Princess Yutong!" Xiaoying explained eagerly, then raised her foot and kicked the palace maid.

"Why are you kicking me? Did I say something wrong?" The palace maid's wrists were tied and she couldn't move much, but it didn't affect her sarcasm at all:

"Your young lady has always been at odds with the princess. She will come over and make fun of her every time she has something to do. I don't believe she can let go of such a good opportunity now!"

Jiang Fengqing didn't want to waste any time talking to the palace maid. She seemed not to have heard anything. She walked up to Nangong Yutong and carefully plucked the hair stuck to her face. She compared her fingers to a comb, gently and slowly She smoothed her black hair that was blown by the wind.

The long hair was wrapped around her fingertips, exuding a faint fragrance. She skillfully tied Nangong Yutong's hair into a beautiful bun.

Just as he was about to take the golden hairpin and insert it into Nangong Yutong's head to fix her hair, he suddenly heard Nangong Li ask strangely: "Sister Fengqing, why do you wear that pile of scrap metal on your head?" On my sister’s head?”

"Shattered metal?"

Jiang Fengqing gradually frowned, could this golden hairpin be fake?

She took the golden hairpin to her eyes and studied it carefully, but for the time being she couldn't see anything special about it. The hairpin was still shining brightly, and it didn't look like a fake.

"Hey!" Jiang Fengqing sighed helplessly. How could she believe that idiot's words and insert it into Nangong Yutong's hair without thinking?

Immediately, her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and she vaguely saw a little light flickering in Nangong Yutong's hair. With a flash of inspiration, she first bit the golden hairpin in her mouth, and then directly pulled out the white jade hairpin on her head. Nangong Yutong's bun was fixed.

Then he let go of his hand and admired it for a while. Suddenly he felt that she was a little bit shabby for a princess with only one hairpin on her head.

Jiang Fengqing raised her eyebrows and looked back at Lu Jianglan. "I have them here." Lu Jianglan quickly pulled out two gold-pointed jade bracelets from his head and handed them to Jiang Fengqing, who carefully put them on for Nangong Yutong.

After fixing Nangong Yutong's hairpin, Jiang Fengqing straightened her clothes and then took back her hand with satisfaction.

Nangong Yutong turned her head stiffly, looked at Jiang Fengqing with tearful eyes, and asked with a choked voice: "I even insulted you for being illiterate before, why are you helping me now?"

Jiang Fengqing raised her lips and smiled, glanced at her up and down, crossed her arms with the wig hairpin, and snorted disdainfully: "There are many people who have insulted me. Who do you think is the oldest?"

"Humph!" Nangong Yutong snorted softly and turned away to look at Jiang Fengqing.

She finally put down her dignity and said some soft words to Jiang Fengqing, but she didn't expect Jiang Fengqing to be so disrespectful. She was really ignorant.

"Little tsundere." Jiang Fengqing glanced sideways at her, her lips curling up in an arc imperceptibly.

She took the gold hairpin and rubbed it vigorously a few times. She stretched out her hand and looked at her fingertips carefully, but there was no color fading at all. She rubbed the hairpin again in disbelief, but there was still no gold speck on her finger.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the golden hairpin in her hand, thinking, No, since this gold hairpin does not fade, where did the bright spots on Nangong Yutong's hair come from?

In the flash of lightning, she quickly bent down, held the gold hairpin tightly with her fingertips, flipped her wrist, and the root of the hairpin was close to the ground. There was a 'stab' sound, and a long mark was drawn as the sparks flickered.

Looking at the glittering golden lines on the ground, and then at the worn-off gold skin of the gold hairpin on her hand, Jiang Fengqing pulled her lips and smiled, "As expected."

"Ouch... Ouch! Sixth Prince, just let it go... ugh!"

As soon as she turned around, she froze on the spot in shock, and saw Nangong Li waving his arms, directly lifting the servant up, bumping it up and down, left and right, as if shaking off the falling snow on his robe.

The servant was dazed as he was hanging upside down, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were shining with stars, his lips began to tremble, and his face was covered with sticky vomit.

But Nangong Li, who was carrying him, cleverly avoided the falling vomit, and his body was clean.

"Ugh~" The servant spit out another stream of sour water, took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and beat Nangong Li's back hard, begging for mercy: "Sixth, Prince, just do it, let go. Slave, if you torment me like this, someone will die."

Nangong Li was unmoved. He raised the corner of his mouth, his pupils were sparkling, and there was a smile on his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. He happily shook the servant vigorously, as if he was playing with a grasshopper made of straw.

"It's so fun!"

"Crack-crack-crack" four or five things slipped from the servant's body and fell to the ground in pieces.

"Sister Fengqing, there are so many things hidden in this man, he is like a treasure chest!" Nangong Li waved his hand, put the servant on his shoulders, and looked back in surprise.

Jiang Fengqing was seen leaning lazily on the wall, looking at him with a hint of endearment.

Seeing Nangong Li looking over, Jiang Fengqing pursed her lips and smiled. The sunlight shining on her white porcelain skin was unexpectedly touching.