Chapter 917: My mind is not important

It turns out that there is still a dust washing feast tonight.
Although Nan Yan was extremely contradictory in her heart, and there were many doubts that made her feel puzzled, and she kept surging in her heart, but on the surface she still acted very calmly, what a concubine should have.
"Since King Ning arranged it, the palace is disrespectful."
"Thank you noble concubine empress for her face."
Zhu Xuan said and looked at her again. Although Jian Ruocheng helped her block most of the falling snow in the "accident" just now, some snow foam still fell on her head and body.
Zhu Xuan smiled and said, "The imperial concubine shouldn't be outside. It's cold here."
"This, too."
Nan Yan smoothly dusted the snow dust off her body, and then glanced at Jian Ruocheng.
Then he said: "My palace, I will go back first."
"Send the noble concubine empress."
Zhu Xuan and Jian Ruocheng both bowed their hands to her respectfully, and Nan Yan turned and left.
Having been watching her back disappear from the line of sight, Zhu Xuan turned his head and looked at Jian Ruocheng with a smile, and said, "I still can't forget?"
"..."
Jian Ruocheng did not speak.
It's just that the familiar, warm smile on Qingjun's face slowly faded.
What gradually replaced it was the atmosphere of the cold forest like the surrounding environment.
Zhu Xuan smiled, and said, "Although it's not a problem for a big man to be wifeless, the king thinks that it is also very good for a long love."
He stepped forward and patted Jian Ruocheng on the shoulder.
"Just be patient for another day."
"..."
"One day, maybe she will become yours—"
"His Royal Highness," Jian Ruocheng interrupted him and said with a dull expression: "I can't understand the meaning of His Highness's words."
"Hahahaha."
Zhu Xuan laughed immediately and said, "Ruo Cheng, what is there to hide?"
"..."
"Don't you think, in the world, who else can't see your mind?"
"..."
Jian Ruocheng did not deny, let alone refute.
Just took a deep breath.
Then calmly said: "My mind is not important."
Zhu Xuan looked at him for a while, then smiled and said, "Yes, at this time, nothing matters."
"..."
"The important thing is tomorrow. As long as tomorrow is passed, everything you want can be in your hands."
"..."
Jian Ruocheng still said nothing.
But in the ice and snow, his eyes seemed to ignite a cluster of flames.
Although it is not easy to detect, there is a strange, hot temperature, which is shocking in such a bitter cold weather.
He said: "Everything, wait until tomorrow."
"Of course," Zhu Xuan said with a smile, "the most important thing now is this dust washing feast at night."
With that, he looked at Jian Ruocheng: "Are you all ready?"
"The next one is all ready."
"Ah That's good."
Zhu Xuan nodded, and said, "Tomorrow is so important. From now on, no mistake will be made. There should be no accidents at the dinner tonight."
"Yes, I will check again next time to make sure no accidents happen."
After Jian Ruocheng finished speaking, he arched his hand at him, then turned and left.
Zhu Xuan is still standing in place.
By the lake, Yushu, surrounded by white snow, lined him with a white coat, everything looked so clean, as if it were spotless.
However, there is still a dark haze in his eyes.
Can't disperse.
"After all, is he really under control?"
In this matter, although he had already secured his identity as "Prince Yin Jing", he still couldn't fully believe it.
After all, Zhu Feng is the one who survived the battlefield.
No one knows how strong his willpower is, but as a brother, he understands too well.
It's not something ordinary people can do to stay in the north, the bitter cold place for so long, and even confront Lao Guo.
Although I've seen Feng Shu's "ability" a long time ago, the most important part of this game is Zhu Feng.
He murmured: "If he really doesn't even love Feng Shu, is he still under her control...?"


In a blink of an eye, it was evening.
In winter in the north, it gets dark earlier than in the south.
Just after you, the sky was already dark, lanterns were quickly hung up everywhere in the garden, and the bright red light instantly illuminated the entire garden.
When the time came, Nan Yan also dressed up for a while and walked out of his yard.
Because there was still the wind blowing, the lantern under the eaves was swaying slightly, and the light and shadow swayed, giving people an illusion that the whole world was faintly shaking, a little dizzy.
As soon as Nan Yan walked out, he couldn't see clearly, stepped on the broken ice on the steps and almost fell.
"Be careful, mother."
Fortunately, Nianqiu cleverly behind him held her back.
Nan Yan was startled in a cold sweat.
He took a sigh of relief: "It's okay."
She raised her head and looked forward. At the moment she was about to fall, she felt the familiar gaze again, which seemed to be following herself.
And the twilight is deeper.
In the front, you can see the light and the sound of silk and bamboo.
She took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."
When you walk to the lobby in front, you can see more clearly. This place is brightly lit. Although there are strict regulations on the size of any mansion and building of the prince, it cannot be larger than the palace where the emperor lives. Properly arranged, this place still feels very vast.
The wide door courtyard, spacious space.
It is also effortless to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.
As soon as I walked to the door, someone immediately chanted: "The noble concubine is here."
Suddenly, everyone in the lobby looked over.
Nan Yan saw Jian Ruocheng among the crowd at a glance. He turned his head to look at him. In those familiar eyes, a light flashed slightly. Although it was still very gentle, there seemed to be something complicated in his gentle eyes. look.
They all stepped forward and saluted her: "Meet the concubine empress."
Nan Yan faintly raised his hand: "No gift."
Jian Ruocheng walked up: "The imperial concubine empress has come."
Nan Yan smiled and said, "King Ning personally invited it, how can this palace not come?" She said, looked around, and said, "This night banquet is very neat, the second son-bothered a lot. ."
"There."
The two were talking, the emperor and the emperor are coming.
Nan Yan took a step back and knelt down with everyone, saying in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live long live, long live the queen, a thousand years old, a thousand years old.
Zhu Feng walked in and looked at the people here.
Raised his hand calmly: "Flat yourself."
"Xie Emperor."
Everyone slowly stood up, and Zhu Feng's gaze fell to Nan Yan's side almost immediately.