An Xiyue walked slowly, and saw Nangong Yuanyi waiting under the eaves, standing upright, facing the warm sun with a doting smile on his face, staring at the direction An Xiyue was walking slowly.
An Xiyue approached, without too much explanation, and saw the concern and worry in Nangong Yuanyi's eyes: "The emperor is not making things difficult for you, right?"
An Xiyue shook her head and said with a smile: "The emperor is a wise king and he knows how to judge."
A charming smile appeared on Nangong Yuanyi's lips, and he said fondly: "You are the only one in the entire Northern Dynasty who said that he is a wise king. Do you know that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger?"
An Xiyue didn't want to argue. She definitely didn't compliment the emperor by saying this. The emperor was indeed kind.
"I'm leaving. I'm going to find Li Yun'er." An Xiyue said calmly, "The emperor has given me another task. He is to treat the sixth prince. If the treatment is not good, he may not be able to save his head."
Nangong Yuanyi looked at An Xiyue and said firmly: "I will accompany you."
Based on Nangong Yuanyi's character, in the past, he would have said: "As long as I am here, no one will dare to touch a hair of yours." His eyes and movements were extremely exaggerated and arrogant.
But the sentence "I'll accompany you" at this time is a pun, whether to accompany her to find Li Yun'er or to accompany her to lose her head.
An Xiyue didn't think much about it, her mind was very calm, so calm that she felt a little timid. Nangong Yuanyi was a well-known proud man in Kyoto, how could she afford to offend him.
An Xiyue flinched, looked back at Nangong Yuanyi, and said calmly: "The poison on your body has not been cured yet. After handling the matters here, go to Nanshan as soon as possible. There is an antidote to your poison - Dragon Silk Grass."
Nangong Yuanyi saw the stagnation in An Xiyue's eyes, with a hint of disappointment, but who was he? He was a dandy prince who would never admit defeat, let alone be timid. He was not afraid of anything, not even An Xiyue's petty thoughts.
Suddenly, Nangong Yuanyi smiled brightly, took out an exquisite bottle from his arms, forced it into An Xiyue's hand, and said: "From now on, my prince's life will be in your hands. As long as this prince is well, he will be well."
An Xiyue lowered her head and looked at the delicate bottle in her hand, feeling extremely heavy. This bottle of antidote was hard to find even if it cost ten thousand dollars. How could he push it to her when he said it was offered to her? She had to bear the heavy responsibility of saving the sixth prince, and now she had to do it for him. Will Nangong Yuanyi save his life?
If they die, should they be buried with their entire family?
Are their royal people too domineering?
Whether the royal family had gone too far to bully others, An Xiyue compromised a little. This was a dynasty where imperial power was supreme after all, so she could only accept her fate and obey.
Nangong Yuanyi didn't know that An Xiyue's thoughts were so complicated. He just wanted to protect her. He knew that she was very stubborn and he just wanted to tie her up by some means. When he saw An Xiyue's eyes darkening, he suddenly became a little flustered. , did he say anything wrong?
An Xiyue stared at that ridiculously handsome face and said angrily: "Why don't you know how to cherish your own life? Your life is not mine, not your parents', it is only yours. Once it is gone, it will be gone." ”
Nangong Yuanyi was stunned on the spot. For more than 20 years, he has never cherished his own life. Anyway, the two people who gave him life are dead, so why should he cherish it? He is the prince of Prince Yu's palace, and his hand There are five hundred thousand elite soldiers standing beside him. Everyone wants his life, but his life is very hard.
Nangong Yuanyi only then began to think, is his life important? She seemed to care about his life more than once. Nangong Yuanyi was very angry at first, but after thinking about it clearly, his mind became clear again, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.
An Xiyue had nothing to do with him, "Nangong Yuanyi, thank you."
