I Qinghuan gl

Nan Yang didn't answer, but just lowered his head and took another bite of the candied haws in Qing Huan's hand.After a while, with a hawthorn in his mouth, he mumbled, "You...do you think I'm bored?"

Qing Huan burst out laughing: "You asked this question when you came down from Kunlun earlier, do you really care about this question so much?"

"I've heard a lot of people say that in the past."

"Then why didn't you care about it in the past, but why do you care about it now?"

"It used to be them, but now it's you," Nan Yang's voice was soft, with a hint of gentleness, "But I... after all, I've been the lord for so many years..."

Qing Huan understood what Nan Yang wanted to say, and interrupted her: "Then tell me, who am I?"

Nan Yang lowered his head and thought for a while, then replied, "My apprentice."

"wrong."

"...a disciple of the Northern Punishment."

"……wrong."

"Qinghuan?"

"wrong."

Nan Yang couldn't help chuckling, and shook his head: "What are you messing around with, who are you Qinghuan?"

"It's not the same, that's just my name, I can be called by many names," Qing Huan suddenly stopped, pulling Nan Yang to stop, "But I only have one identity."

Nan Yang stopped in place, turned his head to look at Qing Huan's face quietly, his expression was like that of a lake in early winter, the surface was clearly covered with a thin layer of ice, but there was gentle water flowing safely under the ice.Many people only saw this layer of ice, but only one person saw the delicate softness under the ice.

Qing Huan scanned the surroundings from the corner of her eye. It was early in the morning, and there was no one on this trail.She leaned forward with peace of mind, clasped Nan Yang's hand and forced her back against the simple brick wall, and looked at Nan Yang's drooping eyebrows with extremely gentle eyes.The distance was too close, and the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and she could still hear Nan Yang's heartbeat beating violently in his chest, so strong and powerful.

She rested her chin on Nan Yang's shoulder, pressed her lips against Nan Yang's ear, and lowered her voice extremely low:

"I am your wife."

Nan Yang's ears became red like blood because of the damp heat.

"I like you in my heart, so you don't have to worry about being bored. I like everything about you. You can be the lord of everyone, but you are only my wife. The last thing you need to worry about is me. Because I like You, I can pamper you, tolerate you, and forgive you without any conditions."

Nan Yang closed her eyes, turned her face to touch Qing Huan's lips, and kissed softly and restrainedly.

Qing Huan opened her eyes slightly, and looked seriously at Nan Yang's trembling eyelashes.

Maybe I foresaw something, so I said that I would forgive her unconditionally.It's to appease Nan Yang, and it's also to hint to myself that this is the woman I like, and she shouldn't be angry with her, no matter what happens.

The thought buried deep in my heart is like a new sprout, trying to break out of the ground, but it is always buried by the thin layer of soil, only waiting for the next opportunity or a long time to make it appear.

Qing Huan gently sucked Nan Yang's lips, soft and cool, with the sweetness of the candied haws coating, making people unable to bear to use a little more force, and unwilling to taste it so lightly.

Love to the extreme, then distressed to the extreme.

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The two followed the traces left by Junqiao all the way to the central suburbs, found Junqiao's carriage and guards, and Junqiao stood on the side of the carriage with his hands behind his back, talking with Wuji, Wugong and Wuming who had been repaired. what to order.

Seeing that Nan Yang had brought Qing Huan back, Jun Qiao's expression eased a little: "Fortunately, nothing happened, Qing Huan, get in the car and change into clean clothes first."

Qing Huan and Nan Yang looked at each other, then got into the carriage to change the men's clothes on themselves.

Junqiao led Nanyang to the side, murmured for a moment, and said, "I'm out of Zhongyang City now, head south all the way, and I'll reach Luanhua Valley in four or five days."

"..." Nan Yang's eyes signaled her to continue.

Junqiao frowned: "I just received a letter from the people in the valley. Some strange things happened. I shouldn't have brought you back to the valley. But... the situation in Chaos Flower Valley is turbulent, and the situation is not optimistic. I still hope If you can go there and help me, I will remember the kindness of Beifei."

"What's the matter?"

"...Actually, this incident began to show signs of it many years ago. Not only in Chaos Flower Valley, but also in many sects in the Central Plains, there have been inexplicable disappearances of knights one after another. It's just that few disappeared in the past few years. Chaos Flower Valley intervened in the investigation. Nothing was found. But just a few days ago, two elders disappeared in succession in the Chaos Flower Valley, and the people in the valley were in a state of chaos. I would make a bold guess that this incident may have something to do with Wen Jinglei's sneaking into the Central Plains."

Nan Yang thought for a moment, and said, "The missing people are all people who know martial arts?"

"Not only that, they are all very skillful."

"Don't make a conclusion yet, no matter what, I will definitely follow you back to the Valley of Flowers, and we'll talk when we get there."

Junqiao nodded, smiled wryly, and said, "My father's health is getting worse and worse, and there are a lot of miscellaneous things in the valley. I..."

"It's hard work for you to take on so many things at such a young age. Ordinary women, at your age, have already married and had children, so they can live in peace. You have to worry more than many men." Nan Yang raised his hand and pressed Junqiao's shoulder.

Jun Qiao looked at Nan Yang's hand for a while, then suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Are we considered friends now? If we don't see each other for a long time, will you forget me again?"

Nan Yang curled his lips and smiled: "You and I are friends naturally. I don't have many friends, so I won't forget them easily."

"I saw you once when I was a child, and I saw you again many years ago, but you don't remember me. Now, I only hope that you still know me next time we meet, and I will be satisfied." Jun Qiao looked away, The voice is soft.

"You will be the owner of the largest faction in the Central Plains in the future, and everyone in the world will know you."

While speaking, Qing Huan had changed her clothes and got off the carriage.She was dressed in a moon-white moiré crepe dress, and her long loose hair was as exquisite and beautiful as black obsidian, and her mature eyebrows gradually revealed a kind of quiet elegance and gentleness.Her appearance faintly showed a touch of grace and nobility that she had never had before, like the sun in the sky surrounded by clouds and fog, dazzling, but not glaring at all.

Holding her long hair in one hand and a wooden comb in the other, she smiled southwardly from a distance:

"Master, help me comb my hair."

As soon as Nan Yang's gaze touched Qing Huan, he softened.She walked towards Qing Huan and stood in front of her.

Qing Huan glanced at Junqiao not far away, and said: "I just vaguely saw a small stream over there, and I want to go there to wash my face, it will be fine in a while, can Master Shaogu wait?"

Junqiao nodded and silently agreed.

Qing Huan smiled at Nanyang, and the two of them entered the jungle next to the carriage one by one, and walked towards the creek not far away.

Walking to the stream, Qing Huan found a clean place to sit down, patted some water on her face, and didn't dry it, she just straightened up, took off her shoes and socks, and soaked her thin feet in the water.

Nan Yang stood behind her, gently combing Qing Huan's long hair with a wooden comb.Her hair was too long, it fell loose, and the ends were all attached to the clean stone behind her.She turned her head slightly, and the sun fell, refracting a little light on her wet eyelashes, and even the tiny fluff on her ears and temples could be seen clearly.

"Master, what did Master Shaogu tell you?"

Nan Yang focused her eyes on Qing Huan's slightly sided cheek, and answered slowly in her mouth without blinking: "There are some things in her valley recently, guessed to be related to Burning Heaven Clan, and she wants me to go to Luanhua Valley to help her."

"The purpose of this trip is to go to the Valley of Flowers." Qing Huan leaned back into Nan Yang's arms, raised her head, and looked at Nan Yang's face with a smile.Nan Yang's head was hanging down, and her long hair fell down between Qing Huan's eyebrows.

"Sit down, you haven't finished combing your hair yet." Nan Yang raised his hand and tapped Qing Huan's forehead.

"Master, when was the last time you combed my hair?" Qing Huan kept rubbing her head against Nan Yang's arms, narrowing her eyes comfortably, "I like you to comb my hair, although... You comb it clumsily, and it took a long time to comb a simple hairstyle when you were a child."

"Presumptuous." A slight smile appeared on Nan Yang's face, pinching Qing Huan's face with his fingers and pulling to both sides.

Qing Huan untied a hair tie from her wrist, and handed it to Nan Yang: "Here, this is the one you used to tie my hair for the first time."

Nan Yang reached out to take it, and after taking the hair tie, Qing Huan grabbed her wrist.

Qing Huan held Nan Yang's slender wrist, looked at the scar that became more and more conspicuous under the sun, and frowned.

Nan Yang looked at her expression and chuckled: "Why, do you think it's ugly?"

"Yes, I hate it very much." Qing Huan wrinkled her nose, took Nan Yang's hand, and gently pressed her lips against her wrist, nibbling on it.

"Don't make trouble, it's itchy. Sit down, or I'll get angry." Nan Yang stroked Qing Huan's hair with the other hand, his voice was soft and smiling.

"Why are you angry...I'm only angry when you talk to other women..." Qing Huan muttered vaguely.