After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 430 The prince seems reluctant
"..." Nan Rong grabbed the corner of the table with one hand, so hard that his five fingers sank deeply, "What did you say?"

Ye Zhao lowered his head and said fearfully, "Your Highness, Gu Xiang has now been named Regent by the Emperor. Since he is the Regent, he is equal to the Emperor's younger brother and your uncle. According to the rules...you should ..."

Under his ugly and gloomy expression, Ye Zhao didn't dare to speak again.

Since chasing the Moon Tower last time, His Highness's temper has become more and more moody. The eunuchs and maids of the East Palace have been killed countless times by him.

"Hehe, I want to take a look. What do you want to do?" He squinted his eyes, got up and walked out.

Gu Qingyu sat on the palanquin, beside him were maids fanning him, and guards.

The moment Nan Rong walked out of the East Palace, the sinister and cold face disappeared instantly.

He was wearing a black robe, the collar and cuffs were embroidered with silver silk piping with flowing cloud patterns, and a blue brocade belt with a wide border of auspicious clouds was tied around his waist.

His jet-black hair was tied up and he wore a small silver crown inlaid with jade. The white jade on the silver crown was crystal clear and moist, which further set off the black and smoothness of his hair, like satin.

He walked up with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I don't know that Prime Minister Gu came here, but I'm not far away to welcome you." He held up the prince's airs and looked at Gu Qingyu from a short distance like this.

"Uncle Huang." He looked at Nan Rong without any emotion on his face, and the words he uttered contained a hint of order and deterrence invisibly.

A look of disbelief flashed in Nan Rong's eyes.

Although he is now the regent named by his father, he is not the real royal family after all.

What's more, they are about the same age, so why should he be called the emperor's uncle in honor of the prince.

"The prince doesn't seem to be very willing." He looked at him indifferently, his words showed no emotion, but there was a hint of danger hidden in his bones.

The exquisite facial features are indescribably magnificent.

Nan Rong's hands hidden in his sleeves were squeezed fiercely.

Gu Qingyu, how dare he!
The man was not in a hurry, he just looked at him like this, and didn't even get out of the sedan chair.

He was dressed in green and white shirt, planted like a jade tree among the green mountains and green waters, to capture the essence of the heaven and the earth, and like Kunlun jade, which fell in the southeast corner, exuding a faint splendor.

Nan Rong took a deep breath, and reluctantly uttered two words, "Uncle Huang."

With a smile on Gu Qingyu's lips, he looked around the crowd with his eyes.

Those innocent eyes didn't stay on anyone, however, they were obviously harmless and indifferent eyes, looking like a spring breeze, but Wu Xinren put a heavy pressure on everyone.

Nan Rong was restraining his anger, but he stretched out a hand, "Come and help me, nephew."

"..." For a split second, Nan Rong felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a warm liquid gushed out, but he swallowed it firmly.

Even so, a trace of scarlet on the lips still caught everyone's eyes.

The corners of Wei Chu and Wei Li's mouths twitched fiercely, and they secretly decided in their hearts that they would follow Yin Jiuqing's example from now on.

After all, the other party was the prince of a country, high above the others, but was forced to vomit blood by the master.

Before that, they really didn't expect that the master made such a big battle just to annoy the crown prince.

In my heart, it can be said that I am convinced.

Nan Rong swallowed the blood back, and walked step by step with heavy steps.

(End of this chapter)