Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

Smiling, Nalan Xuanxi stretched out her hand, only to find that blood had already oozed from her palm...

Do you want to give up?So what if you don't want to give up, let's protect it... But, I'm always unwilling, after all, I haven't fought for it yet...

The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, laugh at me now.

Live up to Chunxin, wander alone and sing alone.

Recently, I'm afraid to talk about the past, and I will end up with blue lapels.

The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?

The author has something to say: ... Taking advantage of the time to update these few days, Mouxi's writing feels good, dear friends, please leave a lot of comments, otherwise Mouxi's laziness will be more hopeless.. .

Ruoxi: MerryChirstmas! Christmas Eve, I hope everyone is safe, so the second update...

16

16. The 15th short wind makes fog and smoke...

After staying in the small town for a few days, Nalan Xuanxi's leg injury was mostly healed, Nangong Ye and his party continued to march northeastward, stop and go all the way, and finally arrived at Nanhu Lake in Jiaxing three days later.

When we arrived in Jiaxing Town, it was raining in the sky, making this quaint town even more misty and hazy. An Lingqing lifted the window curtain of the carriage and looked at the side of the road. Unprepared to put away the small stalls, watching the pedestrians on the street strolling leisurely holding oil-paper umbrellas, or running past in a hurry, and even a few children chasing each other happily in the rain, giggling happily.

The mood suddenly opened up a lot, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly curved. An Lingqing put down the window curtain, and said softly, "It's a beautiful city." Then, An Lingqing took out the jade flute from his waist, put it to his mouth and blew gently stand up.

The soft and flat tune, neither rush nor slow, no ups and downs, only the clearness that seems to be slowly gurgling water, and the lingering like a breeze blowing. .

Nalan Xuanxi closed his eyes quietly, but an image appeared more clearly in his mind, that was An Lingqing who was dressed in white clothes and snow. Long hair, bangs stuck to his forehead, eyes as gentle and clear as water, a piece of jade flute lying horizontally, his figure was so clear under the drizzle and mist, the brilliance was soft, cool and not arrogant.

At this time, Nangong Ye glanced at Nalan Xuanxi with eyes closed and rested, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, then he smiled silently, and lay down on An Lingqing's lap, then turned sideways with his hands in his hands He hugged An Lingqing's waist, closed his eyes, curled up his mouth and closed his eyes peacefully.

Sensing Nangong Ye's movement, An Lingqing put away the flute in his hand, and while relaxing himself so that Nangong Ye could sleep more comfortably, he asked softly, "Is the young master sleepy? Then An Ling is guarding the young master. Get some sleep."

Nalan Xuanxi immediately opened her eyes when she heard An Lingqing's voice, but saw An Lingqing reached out and gently pushed Nangong Ye's forehead hair away, and then hummed an unknown soft tune softly. It is more refreshing than the drizzle outside the window.

It suddenly occurred to him that if those hands gently ran through his hair, combing it lightly, and then those clear eyes just looked at him intently, that feeling would be, beautiful, right? ...

At noon, when Nangong Ye and his party settled down in "Zixiangju", the rain had stopped, the sky cleared up in good time, and a shallow rainbow of seven colors was erected on the horizon. After lunch, Nangong Ye took An Lingqing to prepare to arrive Go around the street.

Nalan Xuanxi excused that he was tired and didn't follow, but went back to the room alone. He closed the door and suddenly felt an unusual aura in the room. The expression on Nalan Xuanxi's face froze immediately, but it was just He said softly, "Come out."

As soon as the words fell, a man dressed in black knelt down in front of Nalan Xuanxi on one knee, lowered his head, and said, "This subordinate is not doing enough to protect the master, please punish him." Nalan Xuanxi had a serious expression on his face. , as soon as he walked in, he raised his hand and slapped the man hard, but the man didn't make a sound, and remained the same.

Nalan Xuanxi sat down on the chair and said calmly, "Get up, I don't blame you this time, but if there is a next time, I will definitely not be lenient." Picking up a cup of tea lightly, Nalan Xuanxi thought for a while, "What's the situation with your father now?"

"Returning to the master, the spies placed next to the prince reported that the prince took advantage of the emperor's serious illness to control the government, and the emperor seemed to be under house arrest in the palace, and the prince already believed that the master was silenced by someone he sent. Without any scruples, forge imperial decrees and prepare to ascend the throne before the Double Ninth Festival."

"Oh?" Nalan Xuanxi slowly turned the teacup in his hand, with a deep light shining in his eyes, suddenly he sneered, with a sarcasm in his tone, "I want to see how far my big brother can go, I can't miss the big brother's enthronement ceremony in two months, right? What do you think, Qingfeng?"

"Master, is he going back to the capital?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Nalan Xuanxi's mouth curled up slightly, "On the day of his enthronement, he should be given some surprises, such as the reappearance of people he thought were dead, such as his throne..."

Qingfeng frowned slightly, he was hesitant about what to say, but in the end he struggled for a moment and asked, "In this case, why did the master still follow Nangong Ye and his party, why didn't you go to the capital secretly, and it would be convenient for the soldiers to defend the capital?" deployment?"

Squinting at Qingfeng, Nalan Xuanxi said in a cold tone, "Qingfeng, you have surpassed."

As soon as the words fell, Qingfeng knelt down immediately, "Master, forgive me, the subordinates should not doubt the behavior of the master."

"En." With a hum, Nalan Xuanxi reached out and took off the hairpin stuck in her hair, and twisted it lightly, the inside of the hairpin was actually hollow.

Nalan Xuanxi took out the roll of paper inside, handed it to Qingfeng, and said without hesitation, "Here is the map of the imperial palace and the basic deployment of the capital's military defense. I will leave it to you. I will go back to Jinling first, deploy the troops, and we will cooperate internally and externally at the right time. As for making my elder brother happy for a few days now, I will also take advantage of this spare time to take a good tour of this beautiful Jiangnan... After all There are not many days of cleanliness."

Taking the paper with both hands, Qingfeng solemnly said, "This subordinate will definitely live up to the trust of the master."

With a slight smile, Nalan Xuanxi stretched out his hand and patted Qingfeng's shoulder. He said lightly, even with disdain in his tone, "Don't be so nervous. I don't care about a mere Nalan Xuanyi. If it wasn't for a 'Bu Suanzi' plotted for him, how could I fall into his tricks? But, I heard that even 'Bu Suanzi' was killed by him in a fit of anger? Tsk tsk... this is God's death."

Shaking her head, Nalan Xuanxi opened the door and walked out. The weather outside had completely cleared up, but because it had just rained, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of new life. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before returning. Spit out, and when he opened his eyes, Nalan Xuanxi felt that his eyes were much clearer, and couldn't help smiling in a good mood, "It's really a good place...it's a pity..." Such a clear place is not suitable for me, only the bold and unrestrained atmosphere The north is where I belong.

Qinghui Hall, Guyunyan, Xiao Penglai, pavilions, pavilions, rockery corridors, ancient tree inscriptions, corridors and backs, scattered and well-proportioned, An Lingqing looked around curiously, and walked out of the gate of Hangzhou Nangong Mansion for the first time. The beautiful scenery, the mood is so good that it seems to be flying.

Nangong Ye quietly followed behind An Lingqing, with a faint doting smile on his lips, watching the sun merge into a faint golden color and sprinkle on An Lingqing's jade-like face, while An Lingqing's face was pale. The shallow pear dimple was looming, and that appearance made his heart soften a bit.

It's really wonderful to be able to guard An Lingqing like this...

Looking in the direction An Lingqing was focusing on, Nangong Ye saw that it was a lake with a small island in the center of the lake and a small pavilion on the island with white gauze hanging around the pavilion. Hazy mood.

However, Nangong Ye never thought that such a thing would happen, that is, when he turned his head again, he could not see An Lingqing.

Suddenly his eyes widened, Nangong Ye grabbed a small stall owner, and shouted sharply, "Where's that young man who was walking in front of me just now? Where did he go? Did you see it?!"

"Ah?" The peddler was taken aback, but saw that the handsome face of the man in front of him was completely distorted, and the strength of his hands made him suffocate in pain, so he could only answer subconsciously in a daze, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't see, I don't see, I don't see anything!"

Throwing the peddler away, Nangong Ye suddenly used [-]% of his internal energy to let out a roar, and all the people on the street fell to the ground, covering their ears tightly, and then Nangong Ye flew up and fell to the ground. On a tree, looking carefully, however, there is no shadow of An Lingqing!

At this moment, a great panic seized him, he actually lost An Ling? !

Such a fact made Nangong Ye even think that it was in a dream, he flew back to the inn quickly with light work, then grabbed Qian Bi Xiaozi and asked, "Has An Ling come back yet?!" There was no trace of that nervous and terrified look. The appearance of Mr. Pianpian is completely distorted.

Finding that Qian Bixiaozi didn't know about it, Nangong Ye tried his best to suppress the violent aura that was about to erupt, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Mommies, Qian Bixiaozi, you all look for me, and send someone to come out All the city gates in Jiaxing are guarded, even if you turn Jiaxing over, you must find the young mistress for me, otherwise come and see me!"

At this moment, Qian Bixiaozi's face was completely gone from the usual laughter. They and the four people in clothes of different colors who suddenly appeared in the room knelt on the ground at the same time, and solemnly replied, "Yes, the host."

Just when Mu Nan walked in with a wooden basin, he was frowning and looking dazed.