Can't speak

The surrounding wind also seemed to freeze for a moment, Ning Jian subconsciously drew out her sword: "You are lying!"

Feng Ning'an tilted his head slightly to avoid his sword, and repeated very calmly: "Feng Ningxuan is dead. You know that he has been in poor health for the past few years, and it has been getting worse day by day in recent months. , I haven’t woken up since the past two days, and I can’t take any medicine or food. I woke up at noon today, and I died not long after.”

"You're lying!" Ning Jian took a step closer, and the dagger slashed at Feng Ning'an indiscriminately.

Feng Ning'an supported him with one hand, and sneered: "The words have been brought, believe it or not, his body is still there, I will be merciful and allow you to go..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ning Jian had already withdrawn his sword and swung it back: "You lie, you lie!"

Feng Ning'an was forced into a panic by Ning Jian's ruthless attack, she took a few steps back, and when she stopped, she finally yelled unbearably: "Presumptuous!"

Ning Jian's movements stopped because of his drinking, she just stood there holding the sword, the tip of the sword was still pointing at Feng Ning'an, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were already red, and he was panting slightly with his mouth half open He looked like a desperate beast, his eyes were empty.

At the same time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard, and several guards rushed in with long guns, called "Your Majesty", and pointed their guns at Ning Jian unanimously, concentrating on guard.

Ning Jian stood there not dodging, and after a long while, she suddenly became excited. The short sword picked up a nearby long spear, lowered her head, and stretched out her feet to sweep the man's lower body. The man couldn't dodge, and fell down in response , when the people next to him were about to surround him again, Ning Jian had already broken out and rushed out of the yard.

"Stop chasing." Feng Ning'an called out, "You all step back."

Those people looked at each other in blank dismay, finally bowed and retreated, leaving only the leader standing there without saying a word.

Feng Ning'an was silent for a moment, and said: "You can accompany me out of the palace."

Ning Jian ran all the way out, met a carriage on the palace road, cut the ropes of the horse with a wave of his sword, and ignored the screams of the coachman, got on the horse and went straight to the outside of the palace.

He is very familiar with this road. After leaving the palace gate, he went all the way to the west of the city. After leaving the city gate, he walked two miles to the place where Feng Ningxuan was placed under house arrest.

When he arrived, he almost fell off his horse. The soldiers in front of the gate of the other courtyard saw his aggressiveness, so they subconsciously tried to stop him. Ning Jian didn't stop, but swung his sword away from the attacking spear, and said coldly: "I It is Feng Ningjian, the fifth son of the late emperor, if anyone stands in my way, I will kill him!"

Those people were frightened by the killing intent in his words, they only moved slowly, and Ning Jian had already rushed in.

The flowers in the front yard were blooming like brocades, but there was a black horse parked beside it. Ning Jian recognized that it was Qin Yueshu's horse.It's just that it is left so casually now, and the haste that was inadvertently leaked seems to have a hint of ominous.His face was slightly pale, he gripped the sword tightly and ran forward.

The main house can be seen across the lotus pond. White lanterns have been hung outside the house, and the white flags on the door are like snow, which makes people feel sad.

Ning Jian's eyes widened, as if she couldn't even go on the road, she staggered over after a long while.

The door of the main house was open, and the inside was plain white, with paper money floating around. There was a coffin in the middle, and the coffin lid had been thrown aside.Beside the coffin was a man in black clothes and black hair, with a face as white as a ghost, kneeling there, holding the person in the coffin, motionless.

Inside the coffin was someone Ning Jian was very familiar with, but now his face was like snow, his eyes were closed tightly, without a trace of life, and he was leaning softly in Qin Yueshu's arms, more docile and quiet than ever.

"Third brother..." Ning Jian took a step back, with a barely noticeable tremor in her voice.

Qin Yueshu seemed to move a bit, and when he looked up, Ning Jian could see the despair in his red eyes.

When Qin Yueshu saw Ning Jian, he subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come here!"

Ning Jian seemed a little excited, and shouted: "Qin Yueshu, what do you want to do!"

"What are you doing?" Qin Yueshu's question seemed to be overwhelmed by one sentence. A daze appeared in his eyes, and he repeated the question in a low voice, but he didn't answer for a long time.

Ning Jian was so flustered that she couldn't wait for a moment. Seeing that he was silent, she gritted her teeth and wanted to rush in.Just as he took a step, Qin Yueshu over there pulled out a long sword out of nowhere and pointed it straight at him: "Stop!"

Ning Jian suddenly stopped, looked at Qin Yueshu, and then at the person in his arms, frowned: "Let go of my third brother."

However, Qin Yueshu laughed loudly, swept his hands gently over the face of the person in his arms, and then slowly kissed his forehead: "I won't let you go."

Ning Jianzheng drew his sword with a sound.

"Never let me die." Qin Yueshu's voice was very soft, as if she was just whispering to the person in her arms, "Ning Xuan, can I stay with you?"

He hugged him a little tighter, and said again: "I'll be with you...in the next life...maybe you will fall in love with me. You can't accept the broken sleeves, so I will be born as a woman. In this way, you are Wouldn't you be able to accept me? Ning Xuan..."

"Third brother..." Ning Jian called out, with the meaning of dying.

He was already a little desperate.

No matter how bad Qin Yueshu is, he also knows the heart of his third brother. If there is anything in this world that can change Qin Yueshu's face, it must be Feng Ningxuan.

Qin Yueshu no longer paid attention to him, just lowered her head, and kissed the pale snow-like face inch by inch with trembling lips. When her eyes closed, tears fell like broken pearls.

Ning Jian took a step back, then another step, and just shook her head.I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't make a sound.

"Now are you trustworthy?" A cold snort came from behind, and Ning Jian subconsciously turned her head to see Feng Ning'an standing behind her, staring at the room expressionlessly, "When he died, he was still thinking Say hate to Qin Yueshu. It's true, I won't give in to death."

"You're lying!" Ning Jian took another step back, her face full of panic, "Third Brother said he would wait for me...he said..."

Feng Ningan snorted, ignored him, and only called into the room: "Qin Yueshu, come out."

Qin Yueshu only raised his head and glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head again.

Feng Ning'an frowned, and heard Qin Yueshu whisper: "He said he didn't love me...he said he hated..."

"Qin Yueshu." Feng Ning'an called out again.

"Then he died." Tears fell, but Qin Yueshu laughed.

"You are lying!" Ning Jian jumped up like a dog whose tail was stepped on, "You are all lying!"

"I won't let you go even if I die." Qin Yueshu said softly with a smile, "Ning Xuan, even if you reincarnate forever, I will never let you go."

An inexplicable unease rose in Ning Jian's heart, and she rushed into the room, but she didn't expect to hear a loud noise above her head after taking a single step.

Several servants in the house who had been trembling all the time ran out screaming, Ning Jian was pushed back outside the house, before she could stand still, she heard Feng Ning'an yelling: "Qin Yueshu, what did you do?"

Ning Jian turned her head abruptly, and saw a fire erupting in the room, quickly spreading around the door, and blocked them out of the door.

All the things that could be burned in the room were burned one by one, and the remaining servants who had no time to leave also rushed out, only Qin Yueshu was still kneeling there, Holding Feng Ningxuan's body tightly, kissing softly one after another.

"Qin Yueshu, let go of my third brother!"

Ning Jian panicked even more, and wanted to rush in like a trapped animal. Several people who escaped held him tightly, and he kept yelling into the room.

Qin Yueshu ignored Feng Ningxuan, but smiled more gently, hugged Feng Ningxuan, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Feng Ning'an, I have an imperial edict from my father. I want to take my third brother away!" Ning Jian couldn't move Qin Yueshu, so she turned around and yelled at Feng Ning'an, "I have an imperial edict. Here you go, you let Qin Yueshu let go of third brother, you let him let go of my third brother!"

At the last sound, she was already choked with sobs, Ning Jian's eyes were red, and she reached out to grab a corner of Feng Ning'an's sleeve, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Feng Ning'an looked at him, and then took a look inside the room. The room was already full of flames, and beams with fire kept falling on Qin Yueshu's side, but Qin Yueshu never moved.

"He is determined to die. You can't snatch the corpse from him. What's more, people are dead, so it's not the same everywhere? Qin Yueshu has loved him deeply throughout his life, even if he didn't love each other in life, Having the same acupuncture point after death is also a kind of comfort.”

Ning Jian gritted her teeth, and waved her hand fiercely, the dagger lay across Feng Ning'an's neck, and someone jumped out at the same time and pointed at her with a sword.

Ning Jian was in a hurry, she held out her sword: "Let him let my third brother go!"

Seeing that Feng Ning'an was silent, Ning Jianjian hurriedly added, "We have an appointment! I'll give you the edict! I'll give you! I'll give you whatever you want!"

There was a bloodstain on her neck, Feng Ning'an didn't panic, she just looked at the younger brother and finally sighed softly: "I'm sorry, I can't do it."

Ning Jian's sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the guards who rushed in to escort him immediately pinned him down.

The fire in the house was burning fiercely, even standing outside the door, he was forced to feel uncomfortable by the hot air.The scenery inside was somewhat distorted and blurred, and Qin Yueshu's hair and clothes could only be vaguely seen on fire, but it seemed like he couldn't feel anything, and he just hugged Feng Ningxuan's body tightly.

Ning Jian was pressed to the ground, looking at the two people closely connected in the firelight, she couldn't help opening her mouth, but only a low and meaningless voice came out of her mouth: "Ah, ah..."

Feng Ning'an turned her head away, and stretched out her hand to block his eyes. When the wide sleeves of her robe fell in front of her eyes, Ning Jian saw Qin Yueshu's burnt face covered with blood, with a contented and joyful smile.

Obviously in extreme pain, this person actually smiled so contentedly, as if everything in the world was already in his hands, and he wanted nothing more.

Ning Jian looked at it, and became afraid for no reason. She couldn't even make a sound. She just opened her eyes in a daze and watched the sleeves fluttering in front of her. The smile on the face, with endless joy, and irony.

Ning Jian, Ning Jian...

In a trance, he seemed to hear a very familiar voice, calling him in an old and unscrupulous tone, with endless intimacy in the words.

"Su..."

In the blur, she seemed to yell something, Ning Jian just struggled to turn around to look for it, but all she could see was a piece of blood red, and when she tried to see it more clearly, she had already fallen into darkness and was no longer conscious.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, silent and empty, and I could only see the gravel road under my feet winding all the way, I didn't know where to go.

Ning Jian stood in a daze for a long time before moving.

The road was very long, and it seemed that no matter how he walked, he would never reach the end. After walking for a long time, he suddenly found a figure shaking in front of him. He was startled and stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but his waist was empty.

The panic in his heart became more and more obvious, he desperately suppressed the urge to turn around and flee, he hesitated for a long time before taking another step forward.

The figure in front seemed to be getting closer, but there was always a moderate distance between them, as if the person on the other side was also moving away step by step while he was moving forward.

Ning Jian quickened her pace, and finally couldn't help running, and the figure finally got closer and closer, and gradually she could see the outline clearly.

Ning Jian suddenly stopped in her tracks, and looked at the figure in front of her in disbelief, and that figure also stopped, as if waiting for him.

Ning Jian opened her mouth several times before calling out with difficulty: "Third Brother?"

When he called out, he clearly felt that he was wrong, and the panic that was about to disappear suddenly became clear again. Before he had time to correct it, the figure moved.

Ning Jian blurted out: "Little devil!"

The figure in front of him was finally irritated, and ran quickly. Ning Jian hurriedly chased after him, but the figure was faster than him, but in the blink of an eye, it was too far away to be seen.

Ning Jian became more and more anxious, but he still couldn't make a sound. He stopped at the same place and looked around blankly. The surrounding area was still white and there was nothing.

"Ning Jian."

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind, and Ning Jian suddenly turned around, but there was no one behind her.He froze for a long time before turning his head slowly, but the voice sounded again: "Ning Jian."

This time, she heard a very familiar voice clearly, and Ning Jian opened her eyes wide: "Third brother!"

Turning around but still seeing nothing, Ning Jian turned around and took two steps helplessly, and couldn't help calling again: "Third Brother..."

The only response to him was an uncomfortably clear silence.

The bewilderment and helplessness in Ning Jian's eyes deepened.He wanted to go back and look for it, but he vaguely understood that no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it.

why……

He couldn't figure it out, but turned around unconsciously, and looked at the winding direction of the gravel road again, and the figure who looked exactly like Su Yangui had long since disappeared.

He looked at the direction where the figure disappeared for a while, and then slowly looked behind him. After a long time, he finally took a step forward and walked towards the direction where the figure disappeared.

The road wound forward endlessly, but no figure appeared again. The whiteness seemed to dissipate little by little like fog, and the road finally came to an end. There stood a person with his back to him, But it was clearly Su Yangui.

Ning Jian stopped, looked at the people not far away, and dared not move forward for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yangui finally turned around, looking no different from her usual appearance, only smiling at him with a bit of mischievous squint.

Ning Jian opened her mouth, and finally closed it again. She just looked at Su Yangui silently, her whole body was motionless, and even the trembling of her fingertips froze.

"Ning Jian." Su Yangui's smile seemed to be brighter, and he called him, with endless intimacy in his voice.

Ning Jian couldn't move, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or waking up, but he was afraid that if he moved, everything in front of him would disappear.

However, even he himself did not know where such fear came from.

"Ning Jian." Su Yangui yelled again, showing a trace of helplessness and grievance, just like calling out in the deep mountains.

"You..." Ning Jian made a very soft single sound, and then fell silent again.

Su Yangui didn't speak any more, just looked at him quietly, the smile on his face faded little by little.

The two of them just stood there in a stalemate, neither of them said a word, and neither of them would take a step.

Ning Jian felt that something was wrong, but this feeling made him feel ashamed for no reason.

Finally Su Yangui sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to him: "Ning Jian."

With just one sound, Ning Jian felt relieved.It was as if he was waiting for this hand, as if this person should reach out to him as a matter of course.

He took a step cautiously, and the person in front of him didn't disappear or leave, which made the last trace of panic fade from his heart. He almost stumbled and ran over, grabbing the hand.

Su Yangui just looked at him with a smile and didn't speak.

Ning Jian held onto his hand tightly, and it took a long time to gradually calm down and let him go.

Su Yangui didn't seem to care, the two just stood there, very close, as if they could feel each other's breath, but they seemed too far away to touch each other.

Ning Jian inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable, and the panic that had disappeared seemed to catch on to her heart little by little.He looked at Su Yangui, who was still smiling, as if waiting for him to speak.

"...Third brother, he's dead."

It was hard for him to speak, but even he himself didn't understand why he said such a thing.Knowing that this person would not like to hear such words, but subconsciously wanted to tell him, as if asking for comfort.

Ning Jian panicked more and more, standing there, not even knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Then when he heard Su Yangui's sigh, he raised his head hastily, but Su Yangui had already turned around, and before he had time to stretch out his hand, Su Yangui had already disappeared.

The surrounding area was once again shrouded in a white mist, and even the road under his feet could not be seen.

Ning Jian gradually understood that this was probably just a dream.

That person in reality...will definitely never smile at him like this again, never look at him like this again, and never reach out to him again.

That person might have died long ago.

It was clearly just a dream, but the discomfort in his heart was accumulating bit by bit, and he couldn't cry out in the dream.

When I really woke up, the sky was dim, there was only a trace of whiteness in the far distance, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

There was no one else in the room, only a dim lamp was lit. Ning Jian opened her eyes blankly, feeling like she had a nightmare all night.The inexplicable sadness in the dream and the unstoppable panic made him dare not move for a long time after waking up.

After being dazed for a long time, he slowly reached out to touch his sword, but the sword was not at hand. He sat up suddenly, looked left and right, and began to search like crazy.When jumping out of bed with bare feet, the ground felt icy cold, Ning Jian shivered, then stopped, staring at the door vigilantly.

The door was pushed open, and it was Feng Ning'an who walked in.

Ning Jian stared at him: "Where is my sword?"

Feng Ning'an didn't answer, but just looked at Ning Jian for a long time before saying: "Just after the funeral of the late emperor, Ning Xuan's funeral should not be too extravagant. If there is an imperial decree, I will be the master and have someone build a tomb in the western suburbs and bury him and Qin Yueshu together, what do you think?"

Ning Jian raised her head abruptly, her face was still expressionless, but her eyes were a little red.

After all, it's not just a nightmare.

He wholeheartedly wanted to take his third brother away, but in Yecheng and Crescent Town, year after year, the children of that year had grown up, and even...may have died, but he never did. Fufill the promise.

There was no chance of fulfilling the promise.

Vaguely, he resented himself a little bit. If he had done it earlier, if he had been more ruthless, wouldn't he be so regretful?But the resentment was mixed with a deeper pain, as if watching everything lost one by one, feeling powerless and uncomfortable all over.

Feng Ning'an kept looking at him, but didn't urge him.

After a long while, Ning Jian finally said: "Third brother hated Qin Yueshu to the bone, but buried them together after death, that is a blasphemy against the deceased."

Feng Ning'an shook her head and laughed: "A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished, how can you say whether you hate it or not. He hated it, and Qin Yueshu also paid for his life. Now the joint burial is just a wishful thinking."

"You said that death is like a lamp being extinguished, and you said that the joint burial is for fulfilling one's thoughts, isn't it inconsistent?"

Feng Ning'an was speechless, and finally said: "If you don't want to, you can move him back to the imperial mausoleum and bury him, but if you want to take him away, in the end he was born and died as a royal, that's enough." Ironic."

"I have a decree!"

"When he died, the imperial decree had not yet been announced."

Ning Jian stared wide-eyed, unable to say a word for a long time, finally pursed her lips, and lowered her head.

"Then I will obey you?" Feng Ning'an repeated her confirmation as if she was determined to embarrass him.

"It's up to you." Ning Jian lowered her eyes.

Feng Ning'an just smiled, walked to the table, took out a dagger, before handing it back, Ning Jianjian had already reached out to snatch it, and after snatching it, he held it tightly, as if afraid that Feng Ning'an would come again It's like taking it back.

Feng Ning'an couldn't help laughing, Ning Jian just looked at him expressionlessly, and after a while, Feng Ning'an said: "What are you planning?"

Ning Jian was stunned for a moment, then raised her head in confusion.

"The late emperor passed away. The prince of the late emperor naturally has to change his title. The other brothers and sisters have been settled, and you are the only one..." Feng Ningan stopped and did not continue.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Ning Jian asked directly.

Feng Ning'an didn't seem to have expected him to be so direct, so he said after a long while: "At that time, the late emperor let me in and explained some things to me. He said, you will never compete with me for this position, and I hope I will treat you kindly. Southern Banquet Tang The area around the city is rich, the land is fertile and the people are simple and honest, it is the fiefdom assigned to you by the late emperor."

Ning Jian was silent again, and after a long time, he carefully took out a box: "This is the Taizu's edict from the treasure." Then he took out another volume of imperial edict, "This is from the late emperor."

Feng Ning'an was a little surprised, and took a long time to reach out to pick it up, glanced briefly at the imperial decree, and said, "You still want to go?"

Ning Jian nodded.

"Where are you going?" Feng Ning'an asked again, "Don't forget, your little apprentice is no longer in Yecheng."

Ning Jian's heart skipped a beat, but she said calmly, "Walk around."

"That's right, you are different from other princes. When you were fourteen or five years old, you said you wanted to go out into the rivers and lakes, and your father let you go out all year round without restraint." Feng Ning'an snorted, and there was a hint of it in his words. Inexplicable jealousy.

Ning Jian didn't understand what he wanted to express, and finally said: "I only know that he doesn't care where I am."

Only then did Feng Ning'an come back to her senses, and didn't say anything more.

The two sides were silent for a long time before Feng Ning'an said: "Let's go then, there is no need to rush to leave, I...give you a jade plaque, hold it, and the local government will not treat you badly."

"thanks."

"You don't learn the rules well." Feng Ning'an smiled, "At a time like this, you should say 'Thank you, Your Majesty', or 'Thank you, Lord Long'."

Ning Jian was stunned for a moment, then obediently knelt down: "Thank you Lord Long En."

On the contrary, Feng Ning'an was frightened by his actions, and after a while he laughed, and said, "There is something, you probably don't know about it."

Ning Jian stood up and looked at him.

Feng Ning'an also looked at him, with a sense of inquiry in his eyes, and finally said leisurely: "In order to protect the little ghost of the Su family, in order to prevent us from catching him and asking about the whereabouts of the treasure, you sent the news to Jianghu. It is said that there are sword manuals and sabers of Jun Wuya, a swordsmanship genius hundreds of years ago, in the treasure, which attracts people in the rivers and lakes to fight against the court and obstruct each other, right?"

"so what?"

"Don't forget, when you found the treasure, there were none of these things inside."

"No, no, it's just a rumor."

Feng Ningan snorted: "Your treasures have been dug out, are the other rumors still rumors? Even if there is no sword manual or saber in the threatening, it is just an excuse for you to use them, and people in the martial arts must believe it." .”

Ning Jian frowned: "It doesn't matter if they believe it or not, it doesn't matter if they don't."

"You said no, they just thought you wanted to monopolize the treasure."

Ning Jian didn't speak anymore.He understood what Feng Ning'an said.

"Combined with a lot of brave people, they broke into the Forbidden Palace at night to find the sword manual and saber. Qin Yueshu used a little trick at that time."

"what?"

Feng Ning'an smiled: "He let someone spread the news in private, saying that you shared the spoils unevenly that day, the sword manual and saber were snatched by the kid from the Su family. Although you seriously injured him, you still let him escape."

Ning Jian opened her eyes wide and seemed to have stopped breathing.

"As for what happened after he escaped..." Feng Ning'an looked at Ning Jian with a smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid anyone with ears in the martial arts world already knows."

Ning Jian just stared at him.

"A century-old martial arts family, Baifushan Xiaoyao Villa has their eyes on this sword manual and sword, but the descendants of the Su family would rather die than hand them over, and they were put under house arrest by the young master Murong Lin."

Ning Jian suddenly widened her eyes.

Among the people in Jianghu, there are very few Murong family who don't know Jiangnan Xiaoyao Villa.

The Murong family's attacking the moon sword technique is unparalleled in the world, and they have put chivalry first for many generations, and their status in the martial arts can be regarded as very important.It's just that a century-old family will inevitably decline. Among the recent generations, very few people have been able to rank among the top of the martial arts, and the owner of the young village, Murong Lin, can be regarded as a strange flower among these generations.

The owner of Murong Shaozhuang is even more delicate than a woman, but he can dance vigorously with the moon-attacking sword technique. He has defeated many sword masters in the martial arts at the age of only twenty, and he can be called the best in the martial arts Shaoai.

But what made him famous was that the young master of this martial arts family was actually a penny-pinching iron rooster. In his opinion, "you don't want your life if you want money" is the greatest praise that people in the world give him.

But such an iron rooster is a straightforward person by nature, so much so that he has acquaintances all over the world, from peddlers to emperors and marquises, from ancient seniors to children.

So at this time, when Ning Jian heard Feng Ning'an said that he had put Su Yangui under house arrest, she couldn't even react for a while, and just stood there blankly.

It took a while for Ning Jian to realize that what Feng Ning'an was going to say was not about house arrest.

Feng Ning'an wanted to tell him that Su Yan was still alive and now in Xiaoyao Villa.

Seeing Ning Jian's gaze turn from blank to clear, Feng Ning'an also knew that he had figured it out, and finally smiled: "Don't worry, I won't be able to run away for a day and a half. Besides, what can I do if I see you?"

Ning Jian was slightly taken aback, and felt that there seemed to be a voice in his heart asking him softly: Yes, so what if I see it?

He couldn't answer, embarrassed by his inability to do anything.

Feng Ning'an didn't ask any more questions, just looked at him with a smile, finally patted his shoulder, turned and left.

Ning Jian didn't stay in the palace for long, and as soon as Feng Ningxuan passed his head, he set out on the road alone.

Until the day he left, he was still unable to answer Feng Ning'an's question, but he only wanted to leave and go to Xiaoyao Mountain Villa wholeheartedly.

Early that morning, Feng Ning'an actually went to see him off in front of the palace gate.

Handing over the burden in her hand, Feng Ning'an said with a smile: "From now on, you are a commoner, and you will not be allowed to step here again. I will be my own emperor, and you will live your own happy life. You and I have nothing to do with each other."

Ning Jian silently took the burden and said, "Thank you." After thinking about it, she seemed to think of something again, so she bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Lord Long En."

Feng Ning'an was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Forget it, whether you are a prince or a commoner, in front of me, you can avoid all of these."

Ning Jian nodded, and finally said: "Take care."

Feng Ning'an suppressed her smile, and gave in slightly: "Take care."

Ning Jian didn't say any more, got on the horse, turned away from the horse's head, took another look at Feng Ning'an, then grabbed the horse's belly and left in the dust.