Jiao Luan

Chapter 118 Meeting Nan'an King Again

With a jingle, the spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound, the mutton soup splashed out, and a few drops landed on Cheng Wei's hand.

She stood up with a livid face, and walked out without even bothering to wipe off the soup on the back of her hand.

Huanyan is good at this, seeing Cheng Wei walking out suddenly, she hurriedly followed without asking any further questions.

"Girl, you haven't given me the money yet—" the guy from Baiweizhai chased after him panting.

Cheng Wei stopped in her tracks, her voice was so cold that there was no warmth, like dewdrops in the early morning of February, rolling down on the palm of a person, it was icy cold: "Happy face, give it to him!"

Huanyan handed the broken silver to the clerk, stepped forward to support Cheng Wei: "Girl, where are we going?"

"Go to the Gongyuan!"

Baiweizhai is a high-end tavern, expensive, and it entertains rich people. It is naturally located in a place where high-ranking officials and dignitaries gather, and it is not far from the Gongyuan where the examinees Chunwei is located.

Cheng Wei hurriedly followed the crowd towards the Gongyuan, and then stood there in a daze, the coldness in her heart bubbling out continuously, which soon froze her whole body.

A few yamen servants were lifting the dead body to the wooden board, perhaps because the person was already dead, it was extremely heavy, halfway through the lifting, he lost his grip, and the corpse fell back all of a sudden. Blood spurted out of that mouth, causing the crowd to scream in surprise.

Cheng Wei covered her mouth, her hands kept shaking.

She couldn't see clearly through the veil of the veil, raised her hand to lift a corner of the veil, and bit her lip to watch the suicide act.

She finally saw the appearance of that move clearly.

Appears to be in his thirties, very thin, his hair has loosened, and blood sticks to his face in random strands, and there is a shocking blood hole on his forehead. But Cheng Wei covered her mouth, the fear in her heart was like a beast, rampaging, almost breaking her heart.

Cheng Wei suddenly turned around and ran back.

The light sedan chairs of Huairenbo Mansion for the female relatives to go out are still parked at the entrance of Baiweizhai.

"Hiss—" the horse neighed, and a carriage with a vermilion canopy came to a stop, and two small colorful glazed lanterns hanging from it flickered.

At that moment, Huanyan grabbed Cheng Wei, and because of too much force, the hood on Cheng Wei's head fell to the ground, revealing his original appearance.

Cheng Wei's current appearance is too attractive, she was almost hit by a carriage that turned suddenly, which already attracted many people to stop, but the sudden reveal of her true face immediately attracted a lot of exclamation.

The curtain was raised, and a man looked over, his quiet eyes flashed with thought, and then he smiled and said, "Little girl, it's you again."

Cheng Wei took the hat that Huanyan had picked up and put it on in a hurry, looking at the man in surprise.

This person knows her?
The man seemed to understand Cheng Wei's doubts, and said with a smile: "That time when your mother brought you back to the residence, it was my king's car."

Cheng Wei's eyes suddenly widened.

This man is the King of Nan'an!
She was still in shock, but King Nan'an had already waved: "Little girl, come up."

Cheng Wei didn't like the gazes of the men around her at this time, although she still didn't understand what these gazes meant, she resisted instinctively.

However, King Nan'an's attitude was too gentle, and there was a faint hint of undeniability in the gentleness, which was the natural aura formed by people who had been in high positions for a long time.

Normally, Cheng Wei might not be confused by such an aura, but at this moment she was flustered, and she didn't care much, curtseying: "Thank you."

Huan Yan helped Cheng Wei get into the carriage, and then——

Then she followed the coachman's eyes and climbed up.

King Nan'an's carriage was very spacious, Cheng Wei knelt down by the door after entering, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and took off the hood.

Prince Nan'an is both a prince and an elder, so it would be too impolite for her to wear a hat in the same car.

King Nan'an looked at Cheng Wei, smiled gently and said, "I haven't seen the little girl for a few months, but she has taken care of her well."

Cheng Wei was actually very surprised why King Nan'an recognized her at a glance. You must know that she was unconscious during the meeting, and she was still in the dark before. After such a long time, it is incredible to be able to recognize her at a glance.

King Nan'an's expression was indifferent, but it gave people a feeling that it should be so.

"My lord, thank you for your rescue last time." Cheng Wei saluted formally.

Afterwards, although the second elder brother went to Nan'an Palace to thank him, it was the first time Cheng Wei saw the Nan'an King after waking up, so he should thank him solemnly.

Maybe it was because King Nan'an's temperament was too indifferent and peaceful, Cheng Wei's chaotic mood gradually stabilized, and he regained his former calmness.

King Nan'an smiled and said, "You don't need to be too polite, little girl, where are you going?"

"I want to go back to the mansion. The sedan chair is still at the gate of Baiweizhai. The prince passes by Baiweizhai. Just put me down."

King Nan'an smiled. Although he was nearly thirty years old, there were no fine lines at the corners of his eyes. His pale complexion made him look a little weak. With such a smile, it was like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

"Did the little girl go to Baiweizhai to eat mutton soup?"

Cheng Wei was a little embarrassed.

Her image in King Nan'an's heart is probably terrible.

The first time he was thrown out of the carriage, he fell unconscious and rubbed against the car with blood all over his face.

This time, he almost ran into him again, and once again rubbed against his car, and it would be considered that he ran out to eat mutton soup.

Mutton Soup...

Cheng Wei suddenly felt a faint smell of mutton wafting in the carriage.

She sniffled her nose indiscriminately, and lowered her head, she saw the dried mutton soup on the back of her hand.

Cheng Wei...

I never want to see this person again in this life!
She looked out and hurriedly said, "My lord, just put me here."

The King of Nan'an looked out and said with a smile: "Since you are in the car, there is no need to worry about it. This king happens to be on the way and will take you back to your residence."

"Then I'll trouble you." Cheng Wei had no choice but to agree, wondering if the King of Nan'an hadn't eaten mutton for a long time?

That's right, she heard that King Nan'an has been in poor health. Although mutton is warm and nourishing, it is not suitable for those who are too weak to eat more.

Cheng Wei raised his eyes and glanced at King Nan'an quietly.

These days, she has been quite busy with the doctor's consultation, and she couldn't help frowning at this glance, and couldn't help but look again.

It is said that King Nan'an is weak due to congenital deficiency, but from the inspection, it is clear that he is not the same as Cousin Shu.

At present, the inspection is not enough for Cheng Wei to see all the symptoms at a glance, her curiosity as a doctor is offended, so she takes another look.

King Nan'an couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, did this king not wash his face?"

At King Nan'an's age, if he married early, his daughter would probably be as old as Cheng Wei, and based on his experience, it is natural to see that Cheng Wei does not have the kind of obsession that women have for men, so his attitude is casual and indifferent.

Cheng Wei lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said: "No, the prince's face is very pale."

King Nan'an was startled, then laughed lightly, probably causing the vocal cords to vibrate, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed loudly.

Hearing the coughing, Cheng Wei sighed softly in his heart.

King Nan'an is not congenitally weak, he was clearly poisoned by chronic poison when he was young!

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