Before Qiao Yun recovered from what happened just now, he was taken away by Nan Jun.

He seemed to have misunderstood just now, that young master didn't seem to belong to Nan Jun.

Then he just asked that question...

Thinking of this, the little man's fair face was instantly flushed with a blush, which was exactly the same as his clothes.

The galloping horse finally stopped, but Nan Jun's movements did not change at all.

Qiao Yun leaned stiffly in front of Nan Jun, and moved uncomfortably.

"Nan Jun, I...I..."

Want to explain, but don't know how to speak.

Qiao Yun didn't know where the courage to force her to marry just now came from.

"I am willing, I like you, and I am willing to marry you as my husband."

"what?"

Just thinking that he heard it wrong, Qiao Yun asked again blankly.

"Nanjun is willing to marry Qiao Yun as the king, and if he doesn't marry a side-husband, he won't take care of him, and he will be a couple for the rest of his life."

Nan Jun said it loudly again, but this time Qiao Yun was in a trance.

The dumb little man stretched out his fingers and pinched his thigh fiercely. Only when the tingling pain came, did he believe that this was not a dream.

She said that she liked him, and she also said that she would marry him to be the king, and she would only marry one husband in her life...

As soon as Nan Jun grasped Qiao Yun's hand that was pinching his thigh, the other hand rubbed along the ground he pinched just now, maybe it touched a place that shouldn't be touched, which made the person in front of him groan, In an instant, she fell into Nan Jun's arms.

"Are you a fool? Where did someone pinch himself so hard?"

Nan Jun put his arms around the person approaching, raised the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of joy.

Qiao Yun's face turned red, and she secretly glanced at the hand that was still on the base of her thigh from the corner of her eye, opened her mouth, but still didn't say anything.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Nan Jun's hand would always touch the place that shouldn't be touched, Qiao Yun's body trembled, almost fell out of Nan Jun's arms.

Nan Jun hugged Qiao Yun's body, exerted force on his feet, and the two of them fell to the ground.

The little man who hadn't stood still was straightened by the woman behind him, and before he could see the friendship in the woman's eyes, his whole body was buried by the familiar smell, and his rosy mouth was sucked away .

"Well.."

When did Qiao Yun experience this? His hands at a loss had already wrapped around the man's waist, and even breathing became a luxury.

Fearing that the nervous little man would be suffocated by himself, Nan Jun reluctantly let him go.

"Now that you have been stamped with my seal, you can only be mine."

There was a bit of a smile in Nan Jun's voice, if it was any other young master, he would have been too ashamed to look up, Qiao Yun blushed but still nodded firmly.

The person he wanted to marry from the beginning to the end was Nan Jun, so when he heard that the emperor was going to give Nan Jun and Lin Yuer a marriage, he slipped out of the capital to find her.

Since Nanjun promised him the position of rightful monarch today, no matter what her status is in the future, she will be his.

After a while, Qiao Yun finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, I don't know that little boy is...is..."

She didn't know Du Shuqi, but she also knew that he was with Nan Jun. He recognized that delicate young man as Nan Jun's, and almost threw him a whip.

"That's Mr. Xue, the apprentice of the genius doctor Xue Shengbai. If you and I want to be together, we have to rely on the genius doctor Xue Shengbai."

Nan Jun didn't directly say that Xue Han'er is Du Shuqi's person, after all, this matter has not been clarified yet, and she doesn't want to add trouble.

After all, he grew up in the royal family, and Qiao Yun figured out the reason after Nan Jun said a word.

The little man's eyes were full of shock, he stared blankly at Nan Jun and said, "You... you want to give up the throne for me?"

"How can the throne compare with Yun'er?"

Nan Jun chuckled, and raised his hand to meet Qiao Yun's apologetic eyes.

"No, if you want, I... I can make the small one. If that person is you, I don't mind..."

Qiao Yun grabbed Nan Jun's hand and said in a panic.

"You really don't mind? Then why did you rush out of the city to look for me today? And why did you throw the whip at Mr. Xue as soon as we met?"

Nan Jun looked at the little man in front of him with a funny face, obviously he didn't want to, but he still said those insincere words.

This little fool must love her badly.

"But I don't want you to sacrifice so much for me..."

"Yun'er can choose to be a child for me, why can't I give up the things outside of me for Yun'er?"

"I'm sorry! My appearance disrupted your life..."

Qiao Yun wrapped his arms around Nan Jun's waist, this was the first time he took the initiative to hug her.

"No, I should say thank you, thank you, Yuner, for appearing in my life."

No matter which life, he is the salvation in her heart.

Besides, hasn't she already received the dowry?

If Nan Jun remembered correctly, the Shadow Bearing Sword that Qiao Yun gave her was the dowry his mother prepared for him.

A woman who no longer believes in love, because the child in front of her has experienced hundreds of years of consummation.

It is she who should say thank you to him, no matter whether she is really Nan Jun or not, this happiness is all for her to enjoy.

When the group returned to the capital, Xue Shengbai and Xue Han'er directly lived in the Nine Princes' Mansion, and Qiao Yun was also tired of Nan Jun's visit to the Nine Princes' Mansion every day.

The Nine Princes' Mansion, which was usually the quietest place, suddenly became a favorite, and there was an endless stream of people coming in every day.

No, Du Shuqi came again with big bags and small bags, and Xue Shengbai was staring at her to chase her away!

The butler watched in embarrassment as Miss Du's family was kicked out by his master's guests, and he didn't know who to persuade.

The little prince of Lingguo over there went to his master's yard familiarly, and she didn't even have time to report.

"Nanjun, Nanjun, I want to eat the hibiscus cake from your house today, can you ask the dining room to make it for me?"

Every time Qiao Yun came over, he could always find such a lame and convincing excuse.

Nan Jun put down the book in his hand, looked at the little man with a happy face, and nodded slightly.

"it is good."

She doesn't mind him calling her name directly, as long as he is happy, she is satisfied.

However, she still misses the way he hugged her arm and called her elder sister.

"Nanjun, when will you marry me?"

Qiao Yun sat beside Nan Jun, and asked with a blushing face while clutching his fingers.

He has been thinking about this question for several days. Living in the post house alone is really boring. The envoy of the Ling Kingdom will go back soon, and he will be left alone.

Nan Jun raised his hand to straighten Qiao Yun's disheveled hair, with a doting look on his face.

"When Miss Huang is in better health, I will go to ask for an order. The time has not come yet."

The news that Qiao Yun came to the Ninth Prince's Mansion every day must have reached the ears of the emperor, but the emperor has not entered the palace for questioning Xuan Nanjun for a long time, so he must be waiting and watching.