Chapter 165: What did he do to her?

Feng Lingran put the little girl's fearful expression into the eye, and the slender fingers touched her head: "This king will not let you have something."
He said so sure, as if he had a good foot, but failed to give Xiao Yu a reassurance, what would it mean to not let her have something? Will he refuse to take her away?
Xiao Yu still wants to continue to ask, this is related to her life. But the slaves have already used the bamboo tube to fill the spring water back, and did not give Xiao Yu the opportunity to continue to ask.
"Miss, this spring is sweet and thirsty, give it."
The slaves held the bamboo tube in both hands, and the pointed little finger was slightly tilted and handed to Xiao Yu’s face.
Xiao Yu converges all the looks, licks the dry lips, picks up the bamboo tube with a small hand, bends his eyebrows, smiles and says: "Sir, you are so good."
In the dark night, Xiao Yu’s face was turned into his eyes, and his heart was hypocritical.
Xiao Yu drank the spring water in the bamboo tube, and it was smooth and smooth, and it was very smooth and comfortable: "This spring is really delicious."
"If the lady likes it, the slave will come here to bring the spring back to the Ling Palace."
The slave took the empty bamboo tube from Xiao Yu’s hand and saw the moist lips of Xiao Yu. It was like the peach petals after the rain in March, and it was not enough to bloom, but it was enough to attract.
Miss is really beautiful, even the lips are so beautiful.
The slaves are full of peach blossoms, and the blushing lips are slightly raised. It’s getting more and more young.
"Ah? This is too much trouble." Xiao Yu shook his head.
"Miss like it." The slave said, as long as you like, it is never a troublesome thing.
This way, the slaves are almost inseparable to follow Xiao Yu's side, even Xiao Yu on the latrines to follow, but the slaves are not half-over, he is only following Xiao Yu.
In the words of the slave, Xiao Yu is his heaven, and he can no longer lose it. Now, where is the "day", he naturally wants to keep up with it.
The attitude of the slaves to Xiao Yu, even Feng Ling did not go to the multi-tube, as long as the slaves do not touch Xiao Yu, the slaves follow Xiao Yu, and there is nothing to Feng Lingran.
Nangong Temple was very silent for a few days. Almost nothing has been said. The cold moon-like hustle and bustle is like a calm lake without any fluctuations. No one can see what he is thinking now.
What he and Xiao Yu said, he was so gentle to Xiao Yu that it was just an illusory dream.
He is still him, the noble Nanling, such as the cold moon, no one can let his dark floating Prince Edward.
Xiao Yu’s mouth was carrying a dog’s tail grass, kneeling in the grass, not far from the slave who was facing her.
Xiao Yu did not unlock the belt, nor did she have a trumpet. She frowned and went to the Ling Palace. What does Feng Lingran mean? Is it to stay? Is the treasure really important to him?
Xiao Yu’s heart suddenly felt uncomfortable. The little hand pulled the grass on the ground and said that she was his future regent Wang. He didn’t care about her life and death at all. Isn’t he good for her, all fake?
Damn phoenix.
"Miss, are you alright?"
The slaves came from the sound of the stream.
Xiao Yu got up from the ground and spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth: "Okay."
Xiao Yu followed the slaves back to Feng Lingran. This time, when Feng Ling bent over to hold Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu turned and did not give Feng Ling a hug.
The closer she is to the Ling Palace, the more her heart panicks, for fear that the change will make her unable to bear.
Feng Ling saw Xiao Yu turned and went, not too happy, his eyebrows were slight, and his thin lips became a blade.
In a blink of an eye, a few people went to the Ling Palace.
At the gate of the Ling Palace, the slave turned and the peach blossoms swept from the face of Nangong’s face to the face of Feng Lingran, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile of evil charm.
"After three days, Miss chooses a pro, when someone can win the heart of the lady, you all rely on the ability." After a pause, the slave said: "The day of the lady's election is the dowry."
Nangong Temple and Feng Lingran look at each other, and the cold moon and ice cold hit, and there is a smell of smoke.
Xiao Yu holds the ear in her arms, and her heart twitches. Her fingers are nervously grasping the hair of the white ear like snow, and the painful ear turns her head to see her.
Xiao Yu was low and stunned, and his heart was disappointed. Sure enough, in the eyes of Feng Lingran, the treasure is still more important than her.
Feng Lingran and Nangong Temple have stayed in the Ling Palace.
The slaves put the lingering flowers in Xiao Yu’s room, kneeling by the bed, and the sly peach blossoms looked at Xiao Yu, who was sitting on the bed:
Miss, slaves know, maybe you don’t want to be married so early. It doesn't matter, after waiting for the pro, the dowry left by the lady appears, and the slaves will kill them all." q8zc
The slave’s shackles flashed through the darkness. As long as the lady didn’t want to, he wouldn’t force the lady. Now, for the lady’s left, he had to let the lady do it, but no one is qualified. Miss's freedom.
Xiao Yu was shocked and looked at the slave. The original slave asked her to choose a pro or a fake. If the treasures appeared to be true, then, that is, whether Nangong or Feng Ling would be selected, their Will the end die?
No, not only Nangong Temple and Feng Lingran, but also Wan Yuyu and Dark Night, all the people who appear here.
Xiao Yu reached out and grabbed the long finger of the slave, and frowned and said: "Slavery, although I don't want to get married so early, I don't want you to kill."
The slave looked at Xiao Yu’s small hand holding his finger and wondered:
Miss, if the slaves don’t kill them, they will give you trouble.

Especially Feng Lingran, the man of that kind of temper has a monopoly on the young lady, which makes him dislike.
Xiao Yu’s mouth showed a smile:
Is it troubled? Slave, if I am not your lady? Are you even killing me?

The slave girl frowned and looked at the sadness of Xiao Xiao’s flash. He touched her little hand: "Miss, you have to think about it, you are you, they are them, how the slaves treat them, too Will not hurt the lady half a hair."
Xiao Yu’s heart is gradually falling into the bottom, yeah! The slave will not hurt his young lady, but she is not his lady, so the slave will hurt her.
"I am tired, slave, go out!"
Xiao Yu pulled back his hand and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.
"Miss." The slave opened his mouth and saw Xiao Yu's eyes. He closed his mouth again. The peach eyes saw Xiao Xiao's quiet face and began to help her pull up the quilt. After he was covered, he left Xiao. Awkward room.
The ear of the ear is cultivated in front of the flower of the spirit, and the sorrow of Xiao Yu is as invisible.
After the slaves left, Xiao Yu got up from the bed, opened the door and went out.
Xiao Yu looked at the right side. There was Feng Lingran not far from there. She wanted to go to Feng Lingran’s residence. The little foot just took a step and stopped, and Feng Lingran would take her away. She will not be in the palace now.
In this case, what is her hope for Feng Lingran?
Xiao Yu bit his teeth and turned to go to the place where the South Palace lived. Nothing is more important than anyone who will take her away.
Treasures are valuable, love is higher, if you ask a small life, both can be thrown.
Now, Xiao Yu is this kind of psychology.
Xiao Yu pushed open the door, and Nangong was just bathing. He was wearing a loose robe, and he didn’t wear it. It seems to have just been put on.

Hey...
Xiao Yu saw the yellow color of the chest of Nangong’s chest, giving off a faint fragrance. She looked at her eyes and continued:
Sorry, I don’t know if you are bathing.

Nangong was seen by Xiao Yu, and Yu Bai’s face was stained with a thin smear. He gathered his robes on his chest:
Now I know, and I don’t see you shyly turning around.

Xiao Xiao smiled and looked at his good clothes: "You don't have much exposure, I don't have to turn around."
Besides, I haven’t seen it before. When she helped him with the medicine, I’ve already seen it already? If she turns around, she seems to have a ghost in her heart.
"Well, I said but you." Nangong湚 looked helpless: "So late, what is the matter of the nephew coming to the palace?"
Xiao Yu was hesitant. After half a sigh, she frowned. She said with concern: "I am not a slave girl. I want to leave here, Nangong, are you willing to help me out?"
If Nangong is not willing, what should she do? Is it... she wants to leave herself?
Nangong looked at Xiao Xiao’s worried face and did not answer Xiao Yu immediately. Instead, he came over for a while before asking:
If the palace helps you to leave, are you willing to go to Nanling with this palace?

Xiao Yu was a little stunned, but I didn’t expect Nan Gong to ask.
Xiao Yan's dark eyes turned slightly, and soon she understood that the condition of Nangong's help to leave her was to let her leave Feng Lingran and return to Nanling with him.
Xiao Yu was a little surprised. At this moment, she suddenly did not understand Nangong Temple. This man was too close to her, she could not see and could not see him. If he really likes her and sees that she and Feng Ling are so close, how can they endure it now? If he doesn't like it, he doesn't have to just follow her back to Nanling for her, and give up the treasures here.
See Xiao Yu’s delay in speaking.
Nangong 湚 suddenly approached Xiao Yu, kneeling, hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at herself.
"Hey, Feng Ling is not willing to leave here for you, what are you looking forward to? Is this palace so bad? How can you compare with Feng Ling in your heart?"
Xiao Yu’s heart trembled slightly and painfully.
She shook her head, and the tears of pain came out quickly: "No, it is not like this, hey, you don't want to say this, you say so, my heart hurts."
What exactly is going on? Why is her heart so painful? Why don’t you see Nangong’s saying so yourself?
It’s like someone gave her a nap.
Nangong sees Xiao Yu’s painful appearance, his face changes slightly, his eyes are fleeting, and he restores nature. He put Xiao Yu into his arms.
"Hey, it’s not good for me, I don’t say anything."
Xiao Yu was in his arms, the pain gradually disappeared. She was cold and sweaty, and she gasped slightly. She suddenly asked: "Nan Gong, have you done anything to me?"