"You Xue Xue was so angry that his sword trembled.

"Xue Xue." Rather familiar with the pressure of Xue Xue's hand, voice slightly heavy.

Xue Xue angrily bit his teeth and wrapped the soft sword back to his waist.

Rather know see this, this just slowly open a mouth: "this matter is pure I imperial not strict, have nothing to do with the princess."

On the street flower eye light swept in his calm face, only saw his face calm and calm, could not see the slightest clue, the eyebrow immediately slightly frowned up.

This person, I'm afraid, is far from a good person to deal with.

Is thinking, rather know it seems to be to see her mind in general, the eye light also turned to her, "the princess just is just self-defense, which has any malicious assassination, but it is a misunderstanding."

Ignore Xue Xue snow almost to eat their own general eyes, on the street flower expression light nodded, "yes."

Simply saying the next word, she turned around and walked in the direction of the camp, saying, "the son of God is frightened. Take a rest earlier, and so is the Lord."

Yan Beicheng's face was black for a moment, and his eyes were not good. Ning knew it. He said coldly, "the maid around the son is so fierce. What if he can't restrain him? Now that we're almost in the Imperial City, the son of God should be separated from us. "

With that, he swung his sleeve and left.

But don't want to, rather know it not angry counter smile, "it seems that the outside world is really empty."

Instead of lowering his words, he deliberately used some internal force to spread it to Yan Beicheng, which had already been drifting away.

He thought Yan Beicheng would continue to hide, but he didn't want to. He didn't play according to the common sense. He stopped directly, turned around and took a dim look at him.

In this way, it is better to know it than to understand it.

He really didn't understand why Yanbei City, which he had tried to cover up a few days ago, now gave up the cover. In this way, all his previous days were in vain?

Even if he wanted to break his head, he could not guess that there was something untouchable about this man who had only hatred in his heart. A dragon has scales against it, and he who touches it will die.

Of course, in front of the flowers on the street, he is now even on the door of the flowers can not enter.

"Princess..."

Yan Beicheng is like a child who has made a mistake. He stands in front of the tent where flowers are on the street. He must be careful to be found. Even the princess screams in a very low voice.

"If you don't want to spend many days in vain, please come back." The cold voice of the stranger flower comes out from the tent, and it's not difficult to hear some anger in the tone.

Yan Beicheng knew that it was because he was playing with Nanhe today. He sighed for himself in his heart, and his steps did not move at all.

"I just want to ask if you're hurt."

There was silence for a long time in the tent, and the quiet voice of the flower on the stranger came out.

"No problem."

Although at least it was a reply, but after all, it was just so, and there was no more than a word.

"Call me if you feel unwell." Yan Beicheng had no choice but to put aside his words and went back to his camp.

However, he did not go to bed early after returning to the account, but called moling over. After some explanation, Fang rested.

On the other hand, flowers on the other side are still not sleeping well.

These days, she always tries her best to cooperate with Yan Beicheng's acting. She just plays, but she enters the play herself.

Sometimes when I look at Yan Beicheng's performance, I feel like I'm really in love with Nanhe, but it seems that she's the one out of the show.