Chapter 89 Unmarried Wife (4)
Wu Jiao Jiao saw Nan Gong Yun help Long Qing Yue scold herself, and she was slightly displeased in her heart. "Third Prince," she said, "she poured wine on me and Die Er's body. This kind of person shouldn't attend the banquet, we should hurry up and get her out!"
Nangong Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of impatience flashing across the bottom of his eyes. If it weren't for you two looking for Qingyue, how would she have splashed wine on you?
Wu Jiao's face suddenly turned green with rage, and tears welled up in her eyes. Third Prince! You, you actually helped her, and spoke ill of me?!
Zuo Die'er also had an unpleasant expression. Third Prince, didn't you used to dislike Long Qingyue the most? Why are you still helping her?
Nangong Yun glanced at the girl lightly, and saw that she was still sitting quietly, holding a wine cup, her movements casual and natural, yet carrying an elegant atmosphere, which was very pleasing to the eye.
You also said it was in the past! From now on, you guys shouldn't always find fault with Qingyue for no reason, got it?
Listening to Nangong Yun's clear and melodious voice, Wu Jiaojiao felt as if tens of thousands of knives were stabbing her heart, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. Now she finally understood why the Third Prince had been avoiding her lately, because he had already fallen in love with Long Qingyue!
From the way he looked at Long Qingyue, it was clear that his eyes were filled with love and tenderness, a gentleness he had never shown even to himself before.
Jealousy is like a mad weed growing in the heart, spreading... Especially when seeing Long Qingyue's elegant and unpainted face that still captivates the country, it makes one want to rush forward and tear apart that perfect and flawless face.
Qing Yue, are you alright? Nangong Yun stepped forward, his voice unusually warm and gentle.
Long Qingyue stood up and walked away without even looking at him. What a nuisance, like a swarm of flies.
Looking at Nangong Yun being rejected, Wu Jiaojiao coldly laughed and said: "Third Prince, no matter how you try to please her now, she won't pay attention to you! Have you forgotten how you humiliated her in the past? Have you forgotten when she almost died in front of Zhong Shizi's mansion and your indifference at that time? Have you forgotten how you abandoned her in the wine house, a letter written in blood that ruined her reputation? Do you think she will forgive you?"
Every word was like a pearl, every sentence was like a knife. In an instant, it pierced South Palace Cloud's heart, and he felt his whole body tremble as if he had fallen into an abyss. He spun around and slapped him with a loud "Bam!" Shut up!
A fierce flame flickered in his deep, narrow eyes, and Nan Gongyun's chest heaved slightly with rapid breathing, clearly provoked by Wu Jiaojiao's words. Yet every word Wu Jiaojiao spoke was like a sharp knife, cutting into his heart, leaving him irreparably damaged.
Yes, he had been like that to her before, how could she forgive herself again?
Wu Jiaojiao only felt a pain on her face, five clear fingerprints formed on her face at high speed, and her white face suddenly swelled up. She covered her face in disbelief, he actually hit her!
This is the first time he has ever laid a hand on her, and in front of so many people!
The loud slap rang out, and the grand hall suddenly fell silent. The crowd's eyes turned to Nan Gongyun and Wu Jiaojiao, and for a moment, there was a flurry of discussion.
Long Qingyue didn't want to care about what happened inside, she just felt suffocated and wanted to find the person who hadn't appeared, but the person she didn't want to see was lingering like a ghost. This life is so pathetic, it's as if the more miserable you are, the more miserable you become.
Just as Long Qingyue was feeling depressed, a faint scent of fragrance suddenly wafted over, she turned her head abruptly, only to see the bright moonlight, a splash of gorgeous red light floating in, like a beautiful and melancholic butterfly...
