The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

Qiao Yun usually pretended to be honest in the mansion, but he didn't expect to have such a skill, so he hid it well.

Yingyingmiaowu's waist is weak.

Zhangtai Liu, Zhaoyang Yan.

Brocade clothes and crowns, magnificent banquets, are places where thousands of gold compete for election.

Gu Xiang builds, the silk tube is first tuned, leaning on the breeze, and the ring trembles slightly.

First into the neon clothes to promote all over.

Show off Yingying, gradually urging the sandalwood board.

Slowly drooping the sleeves of the clouds, rushing towards the lotus steps, the appearance of advancing and retreating changes a thousand times.

It's more than that, it's all about the country and the city, looking back temporarily, it's heartbreaking for thousands of people.

("Willow Waist Light · Ying Ying Miao Wu Waist Limbs Soft" - Song Dynasty: Liu Yong)

The sound of the piano stopped, the dance steps stopped, and the two looked at each other from a distance, their eyes full of affection.

Everyone was so attracted by the qin and dance that they forgot to breathe. Even Prince Yun Jiu, who had always been arrogant, had to admit that Qiao Yun's dance was indeed very good.

"What does Prince Yunjiu think?"

Unexpectedly, Nan Jun would ask himself, Yunyu choked up, and then reluctantly said: "Not bad."

"The dances of the two countries have their own spring and autumn, and they are not the same. Now this comparison can be regarded as paving the way for cultural exchanges between the two countries."

Nan Jun got up, stretched out his hand to Qiao Yun, and the two sat back to the side of the emperor together.

Yunyu stared at the pair of intertwined hands without blinking, and couldn't help but tugged at the hand hidden under the table.

Qiao Yun is really happy, someone is willing to play the piano for him, and is willing to join hands with him.

And I followed that person all the way to Fengguo, but I didn't get a good look from her.

Thinking like this, Yunyu couldn't help but glanced at Mu Chen beside her, her eyes were full of sorrow.

Mu Chen didn't seem to see the little man's eyes, and just lowered his head to drink.

"His Royal Highness the Regent and Young Master Qiao are truly a match made in heaven!"

Liu Min on the side finally spoke, she was afraid that if her little prince said something that shouldn't be said, it would be bad if it caused some trouble.

"That's natural."

Nan Jun was not polite, but followed Liu Min's words.

"Ha ha…"

Liu Min laughed dryly, not knowing what to say.

Looking at it like this now, His Royal Highness the Regent of Feng Kingdom is not as cold and heartless as in the legend, at least she is very good to her fiancé.

With Yunyu and Qiao Yun in front, the rest of the people no longer have the heart to show themselves.

Those men who have not left the cabinet are all looking at Nan Jun at this time. How can such a regent, His Royal Highness, be disliked?

On the willow twigs on the moon, the night is getting darker.

The people who were full of wine and food saw that His Royal Highness the Regent was different today, and they all boldly started chatting.

The busiest one was at Qiao Huaren's table. Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate her, saying that her eldest son gave her face.

Qiao Huaren responded one by one, and after Qiao Yun's deeds today, she was also relieved a lot.

Even if the child was wronged by eating, at least the master still did his duty.

It's just that Qiao Yun's dance made Qiao Huaren think of Qiao Yun's biological father, Du Yin.

When Du Yin married Qiao Huaren, she had suffered a lot with her, and the two could be regarded as a couple in need.

Qiao Huaren was grateful to Du Yin for being with him all the way, perhaps making him a couple for the rest of his life.

But he didn't think that the man was unlucky, and left after giving birth to Qiao Yun.

Although the time together was not as long as Wang's, Qiao Huaren always remembered Du Yin in his heart.

It can be said that Du Yin is the cinnabar mole in Qiao Huaren's heart.

At the beginning, Du Yin was also a talented man. Because he read a lot and was too assertive, he ignored the opposition of his family and insisted on marrying Qiao Huaren who had nothing.

Today's Qiao Yun has a bit of Du Yin's appearance back then, which made Qiao Huaren think of that person again after drinking for three rounds.

"Yin'er, I'm sorry for not taking good care of our son!"

Qiao Huaren drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and raised his hand to pour it out, but Wang who was beside him grabbed his wrist.

"My wife, too much alcohol hurts my body..."

Although the Wang family is nearly forty years old, she still has a good looks.

Qiao Huaren stared at Wang, took a deep breath, waved his hand, and started drinking again.

She thought that the Wang family was from a great family, so she was well-educated, but she didn't expect him to abuse her son behind her back. This made Qiao Huaren extremely disappointed!

She misjudged the person, and she was wrong for more than ten years!

Not only did her son suffer, but she also made herself feel guilty every day, but she couldn't make up for it.

Wang shyly withdrew her hand, not daring to stop Qiao Huaren anymore.

He knew that his wife-in-law was very dissatisfied with him recently, and hadn't been to his yard for a long time.

Wang's eyes were red and he didn't dare to look up, and Qiao Ze at the side never noticed that he had been staring at Nanjun all night, presumably he couldn't see his father's suffering!

The most regretful person at this time is the third princess, Shangguanxuan. She didn't know that Qiao Yun had such abilities, and that little son who was always soft and silent turned out to be a lady of every family.

It's just that that person is now the Prince Regent's fiancé, Shangguan Xuan dare not think about it anymore.

Nan Jun's biological father and the first emperor were direct siblings, so Nan Jun and Shangguan Zhao were the best friends, like the remaining princes and daughters, Nan Jun seldom dealt with them.

In fact, to talk about it, Nan Jun still has to call a few princesses to call her aunt!

Since the end of the dance, Nan Jun's eyes never left Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun was secretly happy, and finally pulled the man's gaze back from the little prince.

Thinking about it now, Qiao Yun was a little scared.

A man who doesn't like to show off, but for the woman he loves, he really went all out.

"Sister Jun, who do you think is better, Yun'er or the Ninth Prince of Yun Kingdom?"

Qiao Yun, who was always aloof from the world, suddenly wanted to know the answer in Nan Jun's heart. If she didn't say it herself, this matter would be stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Um?"

Nan Jun looked at the little man in puzzlement, and a pair of delicate and beautiful eyes were staring at him, without any impurities, clear and bottomless.

"Of course it's Yun'er."

Nan Jun suddenly laughed out loud, and she said how the child suddenly became so competitive, it turned out that he was jealous.

This kind of thought made Nan Jun very happy, her Yun'er was always so straightforward.

Raising his hand to stroke the broken hair on Qiao Yun's ears, Nan Jun's smile made the little man feel like a spring breeze, and a pair of dark eyes suddenly lit up.

It's just that the smiles on the faces of these two people are so bright that others can't help but want to take a few more glances.

"Isn't Sister Muchen abstinent on weekdays? Why is she drinking one cup after another in Fengguo Imperial Palace?"

Yunyu stared at Mu Chen's slightly flushed face and asked curiously, but she was thinking in her heart that maybe the wine in Fengguo was really better than Yunguo.

A small white hand reached for the jug in front of Mu Chen's eyes, but Mu Chen raised his hand to stop it.

"Your Highness is a man and cannot drink alcohol."

Mu Chen's voice was a little bit drunk and a bit bitter, and he poured himself another full glass with the wine pot...