Chapter 1857 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (38)

This was the first time Nan Yisheng and Mu Hanche met. They were both respectful, but they were thinking about their own things.

After walking out of the side hall, Mu Hanche stood in the heavy snow, his heart still beating violently.

After not seeing each other for a long time, she seemed to have grown up. When he looked into her eyes, she no longer fled in panic, but faced him directly.

Another man stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, swearing his sovereignty over her.

For some reason, for the first time, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

The intense pain in his heart made him realize for the first time that the girl had such an important position in his heart.

Or perhaps his whole life and soul trembled for it.

"King Nan, you have been in the snow for a long time, don't freeze your body." Eunuch Li whispered softly behind him, and Mu Hanche just came to his senses.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "No need to follow."

"This umbrella..."

"You don't need an umbrella."

As soon as the voice fell, he stood with his hands behind his back and walked into the snow.

As the cold wind blew, countless snowflakes flew in his face. He suddenly felt suffocated and was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

He didn't know how long he had walked in the snow until the pain of his numb feet overwhelmed his heartache, and he slowly stopped.

At this moment, Mu Hanche might have realized that he didn't want Luo Qingchen to go back,

whether it was Nanzhao Kingdom or Nan Yisheng's side!

Even though his original goal was not achieved.

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At the same time, Mu Xue Hall.

This was the side hall that Mu Hanche arranged for them, very close to his main hall.

For dinner, Luo Qingchen tried each dish one by one before he dared to let Nan Yisheng eat it.

"It should not be poisonous!" Luo Qingchen put the silver needle into the brocade bag, looked up at Nan Yisheng and said, "Let's eat..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his right hand instantly wrapped around her waist, without giving her a moment to sway, and kissed her without hesitation.

With hot lingering and absolute dominance, he swallowed all her thoughts layer by layer, and fell into a chaotic world.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could feel his extreme tenderness and a touch of... light sadness between her breaths.

Luo Qingchen didn't know why she had this feeling, but this feeling was real.

Only Nan Yisheng himself knew how conflicted he was. What would be the ending if he let go of everything to love her?

He didn't know...

He only knew that she couldn't go back, and she absolutely couldn't go back to Nanzhao.

There was still a part of the story four hundred years ago that had not been spread to the people, that is, the Tianling Flower Formation itself was an evil formation.

It was an evil formation that needed a saint to sacrifice every four hundred years. Otherwise, the sky and the earth would change color, the sun and the moon would lose their light, and the wind and sand would quickly submerge the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, and everyone would die...

The original meaning of the saint's existence was to prevent this disaster. Some stories ended too quickly to see the ending clearly.

He knew her identity from the day she entered the Star Palace as an assassin, Mu Hanche's secret guard, the saint of the witch clan...

He knew everything, and he even knew that the purpose of her coming to Nanzhao was for her death.

But he still hoped that she could have no status, as long as he stood firmly beside her and became his only bride.

He could spoil her madly with everything in his life, as long as she felt happy, he would feel that everything was worth it.

Even if there was always a thorn in his heart, he dared not love her anymore, because he could not let her stay in the dangerous Nanzhao Kingdom.

So, he had to have a legitimate reason to bring her back.

The poison of the King of the South was personally... administered by him.