"What did you do to Nanxing?" Chu Qingge walked behind Feng Jiuqing, his face as cold as ice.

"Do you want to know?" Feng Jiuqing did not look back, but was a little surprised.

She hasn't left yet?

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Qingge quickly walked to him, grabbed the wine pot from his hand, and threw it on the ground with a clang.

"What did you do to Nanxing? Tell me quickly!"

Feng Jiuqing looked up at her.

He was not angry when the wine pot was thrown away by her, but his eyes, which were stained with alcohol, were confused for a moment.

"Are you the Ninth Princess of Chu?"

"What do you have to do with you?" What she is asking now is Nan Xing's business!

"Since he is the ninth princess of Chu, one is not Xing'er's daughter, and the other is not a member of the Southern Jin royal family, what position do you want to ask me?"

Feng Jiuqing's words made Qingge's breathing stagnate, and a sting of pain flashed through his heart.

She... is not from the Southern Jin royal family, nor is she the daughter of Nanxing. Why should she ask?

But if Nan Xing was really her mother who came through time...

But who believes this? Even she doesn't dare to believe it, right?

"Where did that gun come from? Is it from Nanxing?"

Qingge's tone finally calmed down.

Feng Jiuqing had no hostility towards Nanxing, and she could even see that Feng Jiuqing was thinking about Nanxing.

With this, she couldn't be determined to Feng Jiuqing.

"You won't hurt Nanxing, right?" she asked in a low voice.

"I said yes, do you believe it?"

"I believe it!"

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were gloomy, and she raised her eyes and looked at her.

This time, the desolate smile on the corner of his lips disappeared, his face gradually dimmed, but the gray eyes seemed to slowly return to a trace of light.

"Do you believe?" His voice was very soft, so light that he could hardly hear it himself.

Perhaps, he himself doesn't believe it.

But this girl said, she believed it.

Qingge is in a heavy mood and doesn't know what he wants now.

Finally, she sat down opposite him, looked down at the wine bottle on the table: "I... believe."

Feng Jiuqing didn't say anything, opened a bottle of wine and pushed it in front of her.

Qingge picked up the bottle and drank half of the bottle in one breath.

My heart is still heavy and my eyes are a little confused.

"Tell me, who is she? Is she... a person of this era?"

Qingge's words made Feng Jiuqing, who had just picked up the wine bottle, tightened his fingertips, and the wine bottle almost slid from his hand.

"What did you say?"

"Is she a person of this era?" Qingge suddenly grabbed his wrist and his eyes were red: "Do you know? Tell me, is that true?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't say anything, just looked at her.

"You speak! Do you understand what you understand? Is she?" Qingge rarely loses control like this, but tonight, she can't help it!

Is Nanxing really a mother? Tell her quickly! Is Nanxing really a mother?

She stared at Feng Jiuqing excitedly, just wanting to see clues in his eyes.

But his eyes were as bright as water, and there was nothing in his eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Jiuqing said lightly: “She is Your Majesty’s daughter. Do you think she is from this era?”

He really understands it, otherwise he would not be able to say the four words "this era"!

Qingge grabbed the five fingers of his big palm and kept tightening.

"Then tell me, does she have another name, Chu Xing?"

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