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"What are you talking about in front of the ancestors?" Nan Xiang whispered, avoiding Zheng Xiao's sight with red ears.

Zheng Xiao stared at Nan Xiang obsessively, without any embarrassment at all.

That's what he thought in his heart, he had to be more frank in front of his ancestors.

Nan Xiang coughed, and only silently confessed to the tombstone after the heat in his ears went down. Father and mother, I'm sorry, I brought my daughter-in-law back without saying hello. I hope you don't blame him for being rude. He really loves me, and I also……

Zheng Xiao looked at Nan Xiang talking to himself in a low voice to the tombstone inexplicably, and then his ears turned even redder.

When the sunset was all over the sky, Nan Xiang and Zheng Xiao kowtowed at the front of the tombstone before returning to the carriage and driving slowly towards the city.

"A'nan," Zheng Xiao drove the car, looked back at the tombstone whose shadow was stretched by the setting sun, and asked, "Are your relatives in the tomb?"

Nan Xiang lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes cast shadows, he said softly: "Ah Xiao, forgive me, I will tell you later."

"En." Zheng Xiao obediently nodded and agreed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Anan, I'm waiting for the day when you tell me the secret hidden deep in your heart.

After the ancestor worship in spring, it was a three-day holiday. The gorgeous and exquisite carriages rushed to and fro on the street, and the crackling of the groom's whip could be heard from time to time.

Fengyaxuan is full of high-ranking officials and talented men who rarely have a vacation. They hold all kinds of beauties in their arms, pushing glasses and changing glasses, and throwing down the empty wine glasses with some talent, shaking their heads and reciting a beautiful poem. The roar of applause, and the soft and warm words of Jiao Niang's admiration, coaxed everyone into intoxication. They didn't know what night it was and where the door opened.

In the cabinet of Feng Yaxuan, the guard A Zan stood in front of the door with his strong arms in his arms. Inside the room, Nan Xiang and Lang Zhu sat at the table, dealing with a pile of account books on the table.

"Prince, this month's accounts of wine shops, inns, banks, and brothels all over the country are here. Please have a look."

Nan Xiang glanced at it, and saw that the account books on the table were much thicker than last month, and it seemed that the business was going well.

Picking up the top account book, he slowly flipped through page after page. Soon, an account book was turned over. His slender fingers clasped the account book and pushed it aside. Nan Xiang picked up the second account book. The account book began to turn slowly again.

Lang Zhu looked at Nan Xiang with an even more respectful expression. The most correct thing he did in his life was to save his prince.

I still remember more than ten years ago, after that nightmare,

With a five-year-old prince in his arms, he mingled fearfully among the robbers who slaughtered the snow country. He couldn't speak Mandarin, so he had to pretend that his tongue was injured, and followed the people in front of him half-guessingly, watching them drink the celebration wine, pretending to be happy He looked like he toasted with them, his heart was dripping with hatred, but he had to smile brightly on his face.

There was no tent for him at night, so he had to sneak into the grass and feed the prince some food in the dark.

Although he was only five years old, the prince didn't cry or fuss. He just looked at him with clear eyes, and when he was in grief and couldn't bear it, he gently held his fingers and wiped away his tears.

When he came to Pingliu City, he asked his master to teach Wang Zi poetry, books, rites and music. The prince could see everything and never forget it. One teacher’s talent was only enough for the prince to learn for a few months, and soon there were more and more teachers. The prince is getting taller and taller.

When the prince was nine years old, the last master in Pingliu City who was famous for his talent and learning lamented that this son was so talented that the old man had nothing to teach him. Only then did he truly realize that the prince's amazing talent is so rare in the world .

The first time the prince found him, he talked about the destruction of Snow Country,

"This hatred is as deep as a sea of ​​blood, and it cannot be washed away without blood. I swear that within 20 years, I will avenge this hatred and rebuild the Snow Country,"

Words cannot describe how emotional he was at that time. Over the years, he was like a bereaved dog. He missed his homeland every moment. The words of the prince gave him hope. He only felt that following the prince, he could return to the beautiful homeland guarded by wind and snow.

When the prince was ten years old, he established Fengyaxuan, and gradually accumulated capital to spread the business all over the country. The accounting books submitted every month were all calculated by the prince alone, and there was never the slightest mistake.

After flipping through the last account book, Nan Xiang picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea slowly. His slender white fingertips ran across the blue cover of the account book.

"Tongzhou is adjacent to Snow Country. It has been used as a transportation fortress in the past few years, but it has become much richer."

Langzhu felt uncomfortable, the damn robbers were mining gold mines in Xueguo day after day and year after year, and transported truck after truck from Tongzhou to Pingliu City. Tongzhou was fed by the blood of Xueguo.

"Prince, the news from Tongzhou said that the gold and silver escorted are as huge as [-] a month. The officials in the past have plucked their hair, especially Xu Dakai, the magistrate of Tongzhou who recently returned to Beijing to report on his duties. into his pocket."

Nan Xiang put down his teacup, sneered, and said: "This idiot, when we return to the country, we will take care of him slowly."

At this time, there was a sound of flapping wings, and a gray-feathered carrier pigeon landed on the window lattice, tilting its head and "cuckoo!"

Goo" and looked at them.

Langzhu stepped forward, untied the secret letter from his feet, and fed it a few grains. The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away satisfied after eating.

Open the secret letter, there is only one line on the short note,

"Tomorrow is ugly, Jinglanyuan, Fang Yulan, the only daughter of the Minister of War."

Lang Zhu handed the note to Nan Xiang, and said with a sneer, "The third prince is enlightened, and he has the idea of ​​military power."

Except for the army in charge of the Tang family at the border, the rest are the [-] iron guards guarding Pingliu City. The iron guards are in charge of Fang Heng, Minister of the Ministry of War. This Fang Yulan is his only daughter. The heart of the third prince is obvious. Ruojie.

Nan Xiang read the secret letter, opened the lid of the censer, put the note in it, and closed the lid after the note was burnt to ashes.

He said lightly: "Two dogs have to be evenly matched, so that both sides will suffer. It seems that I have to go out for a while."

Langzhu frowned, "Do you have to go in person? The subordinates are a little worried, just in case,"

"No chance," Nan Xiang looked at his subordinates with a smile, "The prince's promise is worth it. I will try it myself. As long as I can grasp the hope of returning home, I will spare no expense."

When Lang Zhu heard the words, he could only keep his worries in his heart. However, Lang Zhu clasped his hands and pondered for a long time before carefully asking: "Then what should you do if your little lover is jealous?"

The smile on Nan Xiang's face disappeared immediately.

Langzhu's heart skipped a beat, he quickly waved his hands, and said with a dry smile, "Haha, there's no such thing, your little lover must be well-informed, and won't care about such trivial matters."

After a long silence, the smile on Langzhu's face became dry,

Nan Xiang softened his complexion, said with a light smile, "He believes in me."

Langzhu, who had never been in a relationship, believed it, and he said with peace of mind: "That's fine, as long as your backyard doesn't catch fire."

The next day, the spring was bright and the willows were green, and Jinglan Garden, the famous flower viewing place in Pingliu City, was even more beautiful. All kinds of flowers bloomed in the most beautiful posture, interweaving into a gorgeous picture.

The family members of high-ranking officials and dignitaries carried each other two by two, and the transparent spun gauze round fan embroidered with butterflies covered the smiling red lips, and the beautiful faces of the women added luster to the garden.

Zheng Xiao was in the middle of a bunch of wives, he opened his mouth to catch the citrus fed by this lady, and after swallowing it, he went to admire the cuckoo with another lady, he was really busy without stopping.

He didn't want to come to this job of appreciating flowers. He had free time. He would rather play with Nan Xiang on his out-of-tune lyre. He memorized Guangling San's fingering, but he couldn't be sure of his strength. Nan Xiang listened to him play. Several times, don't be poisoning my ears by calling out directly.

After holding his finger and pointing it personally, it finally got better. Zheng Xiao wanted to get closer to him, so when Nan Xiang let go of him, the sound of the piano immediately returned to its original state.

Looking at Nan Xiang's helpless face, Zheng Xiao felt very happy, telling you not to get close to me except in bed, so he had no choice but to create opportunities by himself.

Today, Nan Xiang had something to go out early in the morning. He was so bored that he just came over when he received a post from his wives inviting him to enjoy the flowers.

Zheng Xiao was surrounded by the wives, but his eyes spoiled those ladies from famous families. These wives were all from prominent husbands. If they fell in love with them and made a family, it would be a great thing.

But who knows, the wives don't even glance at them, what's the matter with always staring at a half-sized boy.

The ladies caressed and posed among the flowers for a long time, but they didn't attract any attention, so they left without fun.

Many famous sons came to Jinglan Court today, the most eye-catching one was the third prince, he was dressed in red, with Xuan Wenyun sleeves, a purple gold crown with hair tied on his head, and on the collar around his neck, The long dragon carved out of gold spits out a huge snow-white pearl. The doll's round face is exquisite and full of aura. When talking to the beautiful woman beside her, she has a pure smile, which can make people feel full of affection at a glance.

"Yulan is really kind-hearted and intelligent. She was able to compose such a poem at the age of 13." The third prince looked intently at the shy woman with her head bowed in front of her, with an extremely sincere smile on her face.

It turned out that the woman next to him was Fang Yulan, the daughter of the Shangshu of the Ministry of War at that time. Many poems of this woman were passed down to the people, and she was known as a talented woman.

"Where can I deserve such praise from His Highness, Yulan is ashamed." She said modest words, but her eyes were slightly smug.

There was a flash of sarcasm in the eyes of the third prince, and when the woman looked over, he was full of admiration. He pointed to the blooming rhododendron bushes in the distance, smiled and hugged Fang Yulan and said, "The rhododendrons are blooming well there. Let's go and enjoy it."

Fang Yulan couldn't resist, she walked towards the flowers together with the third prince, Rhododendron stood beside several beautiful women, all of them felt delighted to see the third prince coming.

There were charming smiles on the faces of several people, as if they were joking with other people, and the most beautiful smiles all rushed towards the third prince.

As the distance between them got closer, Fang Yulan's hand holding the round fan became tighter. What are these vicious girls doing, she couldn't let the third prince be snatched away in front of her eyes.

"Ah~" With a soft moan, Fang Yulan fell softly into the arms of the third prince. The third prince hugged Fang Yulan without disappointment, and hurriedly asked with concern: "Yulan, what's wrong with you? But you're not feeling well? "

Fang Yulan raised her eyes slightly, and said charmingly: "I think I'm a little dizzy from too much sun exposure, please ask Your Highness to send me to a cool place."

The only shady place in Jinglan Garden is in the willow pavilion in the north. It is far away from the garden, surrounded by layers of weeping willows and a pool of clear spring. In the middle of the spring is a willow pavilion, which is a good place to cool off in summer.

"Okay, you hold on for a while." Although he didn't believe that he would suffer from heat stroke in this refreshing spring day, the third prince still held the woman's arms with great patience, and helped her walk slowly towards Liuting.