Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

After the early dynasty, Nan Qianmo went to the Hall of Qianhe to discuss state affairs with Emperor Wu. Afterwards, they mentioned Feng Ziye who was far away in Lishang Prefecture.

"Grandmother, you mean that all the hidden and bright things you sent are gone forever?"

Emperor Wu's face was a little livid. After all, he knew that Nan Qianmo's subordinates had top-notch detection capabilities, and it was even more difficult to find them hidden in the city. But now they all died under Feng Ziye's hands.

"Well, so the Ai family will not send hidden and bright posts in the near future."

When Nan Qianmo said this, she couldn't help but feel a little irritable, not only because she had lost a capable subordinate, but also because Feng Ziye's methods seemed to be more clever than her own.

"What is the imperial grandmother's plan?"

Emperor Wu frowned and asked Nan Qianmo, he didn't know how to deal with these methods of rebellion, he had only heard about them, but hadn't experienced them, so he needed Nan Qianmo's help.

"He is in Lishang Prefecture, so the Ai family can't send anyone there."

Nan Qianmo paused, closed the memorial in his hand, put it aside neatly, and continued: "If he is not in Lishang Prefecture, it will be easy."

Emperor Wu was reminded, he laughed happily, and said: "Next month is the grandma's birthday, I'm going to send an invitation to Feng Ziye."

Feng Ziye was never invited for Nan Qianmo's birthday, but if the emperor personally issued an invitation card and Feng Ziye didn't come, it would be a disgrace to the royal family.

"Not only do we need to give invitations, but we also need to send people to escort them all the way. Otherwise, if Prince Qiao is 'ill or injured' on the way, it will be our carelessness."

Nan Qianmo smiled slightly, and was also happy because of Emperor Wu's intelligence.

Emperor Wu nodded, and when he was about to draw up an edict, he looked straight at Nan Qianmo, and saw that Nan Qianmo's face seemed to be a little more flushed than usual, and the corners of his eyes were full of joy.

"The imperial grandmother looks very happy, I am very comforted."

A few days ago, although Nan Qianmo always smiled at herself, the gloom in her eyes could not be dispelled, but now her demeanor is like the wind blowing in spring, so pleasant.

For some reason, Nan Qianmo thought of the absurd night with Gong Xianqing yesterday, blushed, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Well, Emperor Wu grew up very fast, and the Ai family is also very pleased."

Emperor Wu didn't notice the unnatural expression on Nan Qianmo's face, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a faint bruise on Nan Qianmo's neck.

"Grandma, what is this?"

Emperor Wu pointed to the position on his neck, and continued: "Blue purple."

When Nan Qianmo heard this, her face turned red instantly. This is the masterpiece of that woman Gong Xianqing. It left these marks on her neck, collarbone, and even..., and now she even asked her grandson to give it to her. Saw.

"Probably from a mosquito bite, it's just a little itchy, it's okay."

Nan Qianmo still acted dignified and generous, but her face became more and more red, and Emperor Wu asked, "Grandmother feels too hot, I see that your face is red."

Nan Qianmo took a deep breath and said, "Perhaps there are some, Aijia is a little tired, it's time to go back."

Nan Qianmo didn't dare to stay for a moment longer. Although Emperor Wu was extremely talented, he was still a child. Fortunately, he was only a child, otherwise... this would not be fooled.

Southern Chu Kingdom, Imperial Palace, Fengluan Palace.

It was already noon when Nan Qianmo returned to Fengluan Palace, and Gong Xianqing had already gone back, but today he promised her that he would have lunch with her.

"Let the imperial dining room prepare lunch, Concubine Yao."

Nan Qianmo ordered softly, and the maid beside her hurriedly went to do it, while Nan Qianmo walked to the side of the bed, which had been tidied up by the maid, but she always felt that the fragrance of Gong Xianqing's body was still lingering on the quilt inside.

She lay down, rested her head on the quilt, and gently closed her eyes...

She never thought that one day, she would be so attached to the taste of a person...

Xu was a little tired, but when Nan Qianmo woke up, there was a person sitting beside her, that woman who had the same smell as the quilt.

"What time is it now, how long have you been here?"

Nan Qianmo immediately sat up, looking at Gong Xianqing's slightly raised lips, like a charming concubine, his heart moved, but because of his own temper, he dared not take the initiative to do anything.

"I've only been here for a while. Seeing that you are asleep, I won't wake you up."

Gong Xianqing's voice is very gentle, even slightly hoarse, with a bit of laziness and charm, which makes people's hearts rippling.

"Well, let's have lunch then."

Nan Qianmo returned to her usual dignified appearance, and no longer looked at Gong Xianqing, but how could the suspicious redness on her face escape Gong Xianqing's eyes, but she didn't expose it, that person was thin-skinned and couldn't stand being teased.

The two of them ate, occasionally chatting a few words, and when Gong Xianqing put down his chopsticks, he said, "I remember that next month is your birthday."

Nan Qianmo responded, but there was no big reaction, but there was a little sadness in her eyes. Gong Xianqing knew what this person was thinking. After her birthday, she would be 35, probably lamenting her age , and so calculated, it has been almost a year since I entered the palace.

"Can you keep it for me that night?"

Gong Xianqing supported her chin with one hand, and stared straight at Nan Qianmo with her charming eyes, as if she wanted to look into her soul and engrave everything about herself into it.

"Ah."

Nan Qianmo responded softly, then lowered her head to eat again, she was still so dignified and elegant, but the blush around her cheeks would always betray her true feelings.

Gong Xianqing stood up, walked to Nan Qianmo and sat down, picked up Nan Qianmo's chin with one finger, and turned her head around.

"Do what?"

Nan Qianmo controlled her beating heart and asked calmly without changing her expression.

"Why didn't I realize that you blushed so easily?"

As soon as Gong Xianqing finished speaking, Nan Qianmo immediately turned her head back, pretended to be angry, and said coldly: "You are so presumptuous."

It's just that Gong Xianqing knows that Nan Qianmo is not really angry, but just passive every time, so she will use this method to cover up her nervousness.

Gong Xianqing gently turned Nan Qianmo's head around again, and leaned over, she clearly saw Nan Qianmo slowly closing her eyes, waiting for the kiss that came as expected.

Gong Xianqing kissed Nan Qianmo's lips, stuck out her tongue, and painted Nan Qianmo's red lips.

"It's really beautiful and delicious."

Seeing Gong Xianqing's devilish smile, Nan Qianmo couldn't help but leaned over and bit Gong Xianqing's lips lightly.

"You're not bad either."

Gong Xianqing smiled lightly, hugged Nan Qianmo into her arms, closed her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes...

Southern Chu State, Kunzhou, Tianxiang Tower.

Shang Zhiyin poured wine for the man with dangerous eyes in front of her. She still had a smile on her lips, but her eyes were extremely cold. She didn't like this man at all.

"Where is your cabinet master?"

Feng Ziye opened his mouth slowly, brought the quilt to the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and smiled with satisfaction.

"The pavilion master is not here today, but she has something to ask my concubine to bring to the prince."

Shang Zhiyin sat up straight, still smiling. This was her professional smile, which seemed to remain unchanged for thousands of years.

"Say."

Feng Ziye drank all the wine. He just received the invitation letter from Emperor Wu, saying that he was invited to Nanqianmo's birthday banquet, and he would personally send someone to escort him. It seems that he has to go this time, feeling restless Very.

"The thieves don't show up, and the ghost charms don't come out."

In just eight words, this is what Leng Moyan left for Feng Ziye, but Feng Ziye sneered when he heard it, and said: "The master of the Guige wants me to use soldiers to lure ghost charms into the world?"

How to get his soldiers and how long they have been stationed have all taken great pains. Naturally, he would not do such a thing rashly.

"Our people have gained Nan Qianmo's trust. As long as you make a move, the ghost charm will naturally be handed over to you."

Shang Zhiyin was still smiling, but at this time the door was opened. She raised her eyes and saw a man with a good face, a beard on the chin, black and white hair, sword eyebrows and handsome eyes, a heroic figure, a black robe, thumb A man with a ruby ​​wrench appeared.

"Master of Fenglin Villa, I remember that I didn't invite you."

Shang Zhiyin took a sip of her wine, and she didn't seem flustered at all about the situation in front of her, instead she was calm and unhurried.

"You people in the palace? How can we trust you?"

Feng Shi reached out to pinch Shang Zhiyin's chin, wanting to crush the face that hardly showed any flaws.

Feng Shi is from Feng Ziye, and he has Feng Ziye's soldiers in his hands. If he wants to mobilize, it is naturally the fastest and safest to mobilize from him, but the soldiers he carefully mobilized and taught, are these women who say nothing can be mobilized.

"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you."

At this time, a woman came behind Feng Shi, her voice was low, without the usual gentleness, and even more terrifying killing intent.

Feng Shi's hand stopped in the air, he could feel that the people behind him should not be messed with, so he withdrew his hand and stood behind Feng Ziye.

Shang Zhiyin looked at Gong Lesi with joy in her heart, showing a gentle smile, but Gong Lesi looked at Feng Shi, her cold eyes were full of killing intent.

"Okay, how do you want us to trust you? This king will not sacrifice his soldiers at will."

Gong Lesi stood behind Shang Zhiyin and listened to Feng Ziye's words, but Shang Zhiyin still smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the name of the magic fox in the Jueyin Pavilion?"

Feng Ziye gasped, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mohu is a killer in Jianghu, not only because of her high martial arts, but also because of her role, no one can find her flaws. His concubine appeared, and three months later, the news of the general's death spread all over the country, and the one who attacked was Mohu who had turned into his concubine.

Her methods, the way of capturing people's hearts, are indeed feared by everyone in the Jianghu. At some point, the person next to her pillow, her best friend, her best love, is the magic fox who came here to kill her.

"Okay, I trust you guys."

Feng Ziye chuckled, drank the wine in one gulp, stood up, and left without looking back.

At this time, Shang Zhiyin relaxed herself, no longer the calm landlord of Tianxiang Tower, but a shy woman.

"Lesi...why are you here?"