Nan Qing met Nanyang's gaze.

The mother and daughter were in a gaze together, and for a moment, there was no way to match the water and fire.

After a moment, Nan Qing suddenly couldn't breathe and coughed several times.

Han Shanggong immediately went over and helped her: "Your Majesty, the dragon body is the most important thing!"

Seeing that his mother coughed like this, Nanyang could only calm down his anger and whispered: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

Nan Qing coughed for a long time, and finally calmed down his breath.

She looked at Nanyang: "Do you think Nanxing's military achievements can't afford even a mere 30,000 imperial guards?"

Nanyang doesn't speak.

In Southern Jin, strength has the final say!

If it were Nanxing, let alone a mere 300,000 imperial guards, and 300,000 troops were given to her, all the subjects of the Southern Jin Dynasty would dare not have any objection.

But now, this waste is given!

Nanyang looked at Chu Weiyun again, angry, disdainful, so naked!

Finally, she bowed to Nan Qing: "My son has something important to do, so I'll take it back first!"

Turn around and leave, full of anger!

Chu Weiyun ignored her and immediately looked at Nan Qing: "Your Majesty, do you really want to give 30,000 imperial guards to Yun'er?"

"You are not joking." Nan Qing waved his hand, "Go and hand over the military talisman to the little prince."

Han Shanggong glanced at her, and finally nodded and said, "Yes!"

Turning back, he walked to Chu Weiyun: "Your Highness, I'll take you back."

"Okay." Chu Weiyun immediately burst into tears and smiled with such a bright smile: "Your Majesty, then... Yun'er will take his leave first!"

The military talisman of the 30,000 imperial guards!

In the past, when I was in Chu State, I really didn’t dare to think about it!

There are so many so-called adopted sons and daughters in Nanyang, who has the honor of her?

Chu Weiyun followed Han Shanggong.

Nan Qing took another look at the statues of the two emperors, and then walked slowly to the back of the lobby.

That was the direction Feng Jiuqing left.

Behind the sacrificial lobby, there is a small path leading to Feng Jiuqing's residence.

There are only a few servants and two chefs in the kitchen, and there are no one else except that.

Very quiet, so quiet that it is a little uncontested.

Feng Jiuqing was drinking under the pavilion in the yard.

Seeing Nan Qing coming, Xiao Nianzi hurriedly saluted and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Nan Qing's wave of his hand.

After sending Xiao Nianzi away, Nan Qing walked into the pavilion.

The old figure is a world apart from the elegant handsome man under the pavilion.

Looking at his perfect side face, Nan Qingqian sighed, feeling a little disappointed: "I am old now?"

"Your Majesty feels that he is old, that is really old." Feng Jiuqing didn't even raise his head.

Nan Qing glared at him, and there was a bit of blame and anger between his eyebrows.

"If someone else said this, I'd probably have been beaten to death by sticks!"

This guy is really brave enough to speak.

Feng Jiuqing finally raised her eyes, because she felt a little drunk after drinking.

He curled his lips and smiled slightly: "But I, a damn person, are still alive, and even have lived for so many years."

"Nine Lords!"

Nan Qing walked over, and he was so disgusted with the silence under his eyes that he smiled so smartly.

"I don't allow you to say this again."

Feng Jiuqing just laughed, picked up the wine pot, and took a sip.

Nan Qing was silent for a moment, and finally sat down opposite him, staring at the gloom hidden under the smile between his eyebrows: "Why are you so sad?"

"Hate."

Feng Jiuqing stood up, walked to the pavilion, and looked at the gray sky in the distance.

He was clearly smiling, but the smile at the corners of his lips was so desolate.
Chapter completed!