An Xuetang Mo Yunjin

An Xue Tang smiled, "I know, I know. You have to remind me of these things every day. The dignified King of Bei Jiang is almost becoming an old man.",Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,After An Xue left with Ning'er and the others, Feng Ming and Han Yun subconsciously looked at each other.。