fast wear fair trade

"Anan, I gave the prince a laxative, will it affect Feng Yaxuan?" Zheng Xiaowo raised his head in Nan Xiang's arms and asked him a little uneasy.

Nan Xiang blinked his long and narrow phoenix eyes, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Don't worry, that person wants something from me now, and it's too late to protect Feng Yaxuan, how could he make trouble."

Pulling the silk up to cover the back of the person in his arms, Nan Xiang lowered his head and kissed Zheng Xiao's forehead softly, "Everything is up to me, A Xiao don't have to worry."

Zheng Xiao was even more uneasy, he asked him, the dignified prince, is there anything you can do for the young master in the building?

Half standing up, Zheng Xiaowei frowned and looked at Nan Xiang who was half-closed, and asked worriedly: "What does the prince ask you to do? Is there any danger?"

Nan Xiang opened his eyes, and his radiant eyes met Zheng Xiao's black eyes. After a while, Nan Xiang looked away, got up and sat up.

If I don't tell Zheng Xiao, it will cause him to worry for nothing. Since he is my pillow, there is no reason to hide it from him.

"Ah Xiao, listen to me." Nan Xiang took Zheng Xiao's hand, his gentle palm was as warm as jade, "The crown prince sent me to seduce the third prince, and the reward was that he would grant one of my wishes. I agreed."

As the words fell, Zheng Xiao's eyes were wide open, his breath was short of breath, his lips were trembling and he was full of words eager to say, but he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry," Nan Xiang smiled, took Zheng Xiao's hand and put it on his warm chest, and said softly in a soft voice: "It's just a play, Ah Xiao, don't take it seriously, everything about me belongs to you." Yours, that has never changed now or in the future."

Zheng Xiao was in a complicated mood. Even though he knew it was a play, his Nanxiang wanted to take the initiative to attract the attention of others, but he was extremely reluctant, but they couldn't refuse the prince's request, and since Nanxiang had already Having made a decision, it means that this matter is imperative. He took a deep breath, suppressed the overwhelming jealousy in his heart, hung his arms gloomily, and looked down listlessly to the side.

Nan Xiang knew that Zheng Xiao had acquiesced in his heart. Seeing his deeply shocked appearance, Nan Xiang felt uncomfortable. He lowered his head and moved closer to Zheng Xiao's head, squinting his eyes and looking at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. She tilted her head even more, pursed her lips deliberately and ignored him, Nan Xiang had no choice but to gently push his head against his forehead, and called his name with a smile: "Ah Xiao, good Ah Xiao, forgive Anan."

Zheng Xiao didn't hold back, and laughed out loud, Nan Xiang hugged him, and the two embraced tightly.

Zheng Xiao buried his head in Nan Xiang's arms, closed his eyes, like an ostrich escaping from everything, and said for a while, "I want to be with you, watch you, and don't be bullied by that third prince."

How could Nanxiang refuse to agree, he didn't care about the third prince or the prince's, let Zheng Xiao see with his own eyes how he designed to induce the third prince, so that he could feel at ease.

"Okay, Ah Xiao has to protect me." He joked.

"En!" Zheng Xiao nodded heavily.

The most beautiful day in April, the pear blossoms all over the city are in full bloom. After the drizzle, the light wind takes away the petals, like a snow falling, and the whole city is full of poetic meaning.

In April, the royal family worshiped their ancestors, and the mighty yellow-clothed guards, armed with guns, guarded the royal relatives and went to the suburbs early in the morning. The sacrificial music played by chime bells outside the city was low and solemn, echoing in the streets and alleys in the city.

From the back door of Feng Yaxuan, a medium-sized sandalwood carriage slowly slid out, with a golden bell embellished under the red cover, which rang crisply with the shaking of the carriage.

Nan Xiang was sitting in the carriage, playing with the white jade bottle in his hand boredly, from time to time he lifted the curtain to see Zheng Xiao who was driving, sitting upright on the wooden board of the carriage, holding the reins with a serious face, the carriage was under his control The driving is very stable, obviously it is a child, it looks unexpectedly reliable.

Nan Xiang smiled unconsciously, put the white jade bottle aside, crossed his arms, and looked at Zheng Xiaolai quietly.

The carriage drove to the outskirts, instead of the main city gate occupied by the royal family, it walked through the small city gate on the north side, and drove along the winding bluestone road to Fenghuang Mountain in the north of the Ping River.

Fenghuang Mountain is a gentle mountain with luxuriant grass and not many tall trees. It is an ideal place for dignitaries in Pingliu City to bury their bones.

In order to take care of the royal family on weekdays, the officials would come to worship the ancestors on the second day after the royal family worshiped their ancestors, so today's Phoenix Mountain is quiet and quiet, with only the carriage of Nanxiang.

Soon after arriving at the destination, Nan Xiang got down from the carriage, holding a bunch of pear blossoms in his hand, and led Zheng Xiao to a tomb made of white marble. If you don't pay attention to the word Xue, at first glance, it seems that there is only a white stone tablet.

Nan Xiang stopped in front of the stele for a long time, staring deeply at the snow characters on the stele, his whole body was full of sadness.

Zheng Xiao was startled, except when he was a child when he saw Nan Xiang sitting on the railing looking north, with a sad look in his eyes, he had never seen him like this again.

Xue, who is he?Do you live up north?What is his relationship with Nan Xiang?Is it his parents?

Although he had doubts in his heart, Zheng Xiao did not step forward to disturb him. Nan Xiang, who had always smiled lightly, also had a sad side in his heart. Nan Xiang looked at the tombstone, and Zheng Xiao looked at him quietly. He wanted to remember Nan Xiang at this moment , Remember the real him.

Snow-white pear petals were blown down on the tombstone by the wind, Nan Xiang lowered his head, looked at the pear bouquet in his hand for a long time, sighed, and put it under the tombstone.

"Ah Xiao," Nan Xiang's clear voice asked slowly, "Look, what does this pear blossom look like?"

Zheng Xiao tilted his head and looked at the pear blossom carefully. It was fragrant and white. Could it be: "Glutinous rice cake?"

"Puchi," Nan Xiang smiled, the sadness on the corners of his eyes and brows disappeared like dewdrops from the sun.

"It's snowflakes," Nan Xiang said with a smile as he knocked on Zheng Xiao's forehead, "You, do you have anything else in your head besides eating?"

"Yes," Zheng Xiao saw him smiling, feeling as if he had eaten honey, "and Nanxiang."

This sweet talk fell into my ears, and it was rare for Nan Xiang to blush.