Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

? "Zi Mei realized that his heart was a little distressed, he stepped forward to embrace An Lingqing, and hugged An Lingqing gently in his arms.

"Then I want to eat hibiscus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus fish, and eight-treasure porridge." An Lingqing pushed Zi Mei away, staring at Zi Mei with eyes red from crying.

Touching her nose, Zi Mei couldn't refuse An Lingqing at this time, "Okay... anything you want."

"Really?" An Lingqing's eyes lit up, and he asked happily.

Seeing An Lingqing's happy appearance, the corners of Zi Mei's mouth curled up slightly, not the kind of lazy smile with disdain, but gentle, with a little bit of inconspicuous pampering, he stretched out his hand to touch An Lingqing nodded, and for the first time replied sincerely, "Really, anything is fine."

Smiling so big that his eyes looked like crescent moons, An Lingqing curled his mouth, "Then I'm going home, and you send me to find my young master."

The smile on his face gradually faded, and the smile in Zi Mei's eyes gradually became invisible. His voice was deep and elegant, but less relaxed than before, "You want to go?"

Nodding his head, An Lingqing didn't notice the difference in the other party at all, and still answered by himself, "Yes! Originally, An Ling was just wandering in the street with the young master, and then that brother dragged me away. It's late, the young master will be anxious if he can't find me."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, Zi Mei slightly narrowed her eyes and thought for a while, then she suddenly said distressed, "So that's the case! I actually recognized the wrong person, but if An Ling is gone now, then the business in my building tonight If I can't do it anymore, then my reputation in the building will be damaged, and then the livelihood issues in the building will be lost..."

"Ah? So serious?" An Lingqing's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.

Nodding heavily, Zi Mei looked helpless, "The building was originally a business of tasting tea, enjoying flowers, listening to music, and providing a place for people to relax. Originally, people invited a luthier to come over to perform a show today, because there is A lot of adults will also come, and the scene is so big that you have to have a horn to hold it up, but I didn't expect to recognize the wrong person and intercept you halfway, An Ling."

An Lingqing was stunned when he heard this, Zi Mei pretended to put his hand on his forehead and sighed, secretly glanced at An Lingqing, and then continued to lament, "But since I promised An Ling, I will send you back, An Ling Don't worry about whether my building will be sealed off by those big shots, and don't worry about the livelihood of so many people in the building, I'll send you back to find your young master, he should be in a hurry..."

As she said that, Zi Mei grabbed An Lingqing's hand and wanted to take him away. At this moment, An Lingqing grabbed Zi Mei suddenly, raised her head and said anxiously, "It's so serious, since it was An Ling who broke the matter , then An Ling can't leave like this, can An Ling help?"

She secretly smiled from the bottom of her heart, but Zi Mei had a sad expression on her face, "No need, An Ling, I'd better send you away quickly, otherwise I won't be able to send you away when those big shots lose their temper tonight." gone."

Shaking his head desperately, Anling looked into Zimei's eyes firmly, and said firmly, "Anling won't leave, Zimei is Anling's friend, Anling can't abandon friends, although Anling can't play the piano, but I can play the flute, and the young master said that An Ling played it very well! It doesn't matter if An Ling goes to see the young master tomorrow."

The purple eyes were full of gratitude, and Zi Mei held An Lingqing's hand tightly with both hands, "An Ling, that's really wronged you!"

Being stared at by Zi Mei so closely, An Lingqing was also a little embarrassed, after all, it was such a beautiful woman looking at him like this, gradually, An Lingqing's face turned red, and even the roots of his ears began to feel hot. He lowered his head shyly and whispered, "It's all right..."

Then An Lingqing raised his head and took a fixed look at Zi Mei, with a blushing face and admiration in his eyes, "Brother Zi Mei, you are so pretty..."

"Hehe..." Blinking at An Lingqing, Zi Mei smiled, took An Lingqing's hand and prepared to take him to dinner, then asked seemingly casually, "By the way, An Ling still Didn't you tell brother Zimei your full name, and what's your young master's name?"

"My name is An Lingqing, clear and clear. My young master's name is Nangong Ye, and the young master is actually mine..." Feeling embarrassed to say it, An Lingqing shyly said, "Actually, I am the young master." My child bride-in-law, he is my husband-in-law..."

Suddenly stopped in her footsteps, Zi Mei immediately turned her head, the smile on her face dissipated in an instant, the cold aura returned from her body again, An Lingqing looked at Zi Mei who suddenly became cold with some fear, He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with brother? Did An Ling say something wrong?"

Seeing the fear in An Lingqing's eyes, his body began to take a step back uncontrollably, just like those people, seeing him was like seeing a ghost, afraid of him, afraid of him.

A glint of coldness flashed across Zi Mei's eyes. He held An Lingqing's hand tightly, but a faint smile returned to his face, and he said softly, "It's okay, I'm just a little surprised that your young master is Mr. Nangong."

"Eh? Brother knows the young master?" An Lingqing forgot to be afraid as soon as he heard the news about Nangong Ye, and asked in surprise.

With a chuckle, Zi Mei took An Lingqing's hand again and walked into his room, and said lightly, "It's more than knowing..."

At the same moment, Nangong Ye slapped the fine white marble table with his palm, and the table was shattered into a pile of pieces in an instant, and he shouted sharply at the people kneeling on the ground, "Useless things, there is no news about Young Mistress? What do I need you for?!"

At this time, Nalan Xuanxi watched quietly from the side, frowning tightly, and suddenly asked, "Is it possible that An Lingqing was abducted, or ran to the brothel in Yueguan by accident?"

Turning his head to look at Nalan Xuanxi, Nangong Ye suddenly had a childhood scene in his mind, that was the scene where An Lingqing was almost cheated and sold to a small house, and it was after that that An Lingqing never dared to go out on the street again , Although he forgot about it after a long time, he also formed a habit and never wanted to go to the street again.

Frowning tightly, Nangong Ye became angry when he thought that An Lingqing would be eaten tofu, and without thinking about it, he ordered in a deep voice, "Mommies, you send people to Chu Library search, hurry up! Qian Bi Xiaozi, you follow me to find it too."

As soon as the words fell, the four demons and monsters disappeared, and Nangong Ye immediately stood up and prepared to go out. Nalan Xuanxi immediately followed, and said calmly, "I'll be with you." Turning her head, she glanced at Nalan expressionlessly. Xuan Xi and Nangong Ye didn't answer, turned their heads and walked away.

Recalling the past, drinking on the bridge, most of the heroes sitting in the middle.

Long ditch Liuyue went silent.

In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, play the flute until dawn.

More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is shocking.

Take a leisurely visit to the small pavilion to see Xinqing.

Many things in ancient and modern times, Yu sang three-watch.

The author has something to say: ~(≧▽≦)/~ la la la, An Ling is so easy to be deceived... So Nangong Ye must have the awareness to worry about it all his life...

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19. The 18th chapter will come to the Shadow Corridor...

Holding the eyebrow pencil in her hand, a slender jade-like hand gently slid across An Lingqing's face, her index finger lightly brushed across his cheek, and Zi Mei raised An Lingqing's chin to observe carefully.

Seeing An Lingqing's spotless eyes staring at him quietly and obediently, Zi Mei finally sighed softly in her heart, let go of her hand, and put down her eyebrow pencil.

"Let's just leave it at that. Anling's brows, face, and lips are stained with these vulgar rouge and gouache, which is actually a kind of blasphemy."

Zi Mei quietly looked at the small oval face, big eyes, and bright red lips in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but reach out to stroke An Lingqing's smooth long hair, and there was an inexplicable tenderness in her voice , "I'll tie your hair for you."

Turning to look at Zi Mei, An Lingqing blinked and nodded obediently, "En."

Picking up the wooden comb on the dressing table, Zimei's fingers exuded a cool breath, he straightened An Lingqing's hair one by one, and then combed it carefully, Zimei's concentrated appearance gave people a feeling of helplessness. Rejecting the warmth, An Lingqing blinked and said softly, "Does brother Zimei often comb people's hair?"

With a slight pause in her hand, Zi Mei's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she said calmly, "Why did An Ling ask this question?"

"Because Brother Zimei looks very proficient, Anling didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I still remember the first time the young master combed Anling's hair. Although he was very careful, his skills were actually very poor. That's it..." An Ling Qingqing said as a matter of course, but Zi Mei's originally gentle eyes froze for a moment, and a trace of gloom flashed past.

With a twist of her wrist, Zi Mei pulled out a blood-red jade hairpin from her hair and inserted it into the bun that An Ling had wrapped up for An Ling, and said casually, "Does An Ling like your young master very much? Then why do you like it? Or is it just because You are his child bride-in-law, so you never thought about this issue at all?"

Seemingly puzzled by Zi Mei's question, An Lingqing looked at himself in the bronze mirror, then turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Of course An Ling likes the young master, and if he likes it, he likes it. Does this have anything to do with An Ling's child bride?" What does it matter, and why should there be a why?"

Looking at An Lingqing's unusually clear eyes, Zi Mei was also a little dazed by his rhetorical question for a moment, he slightly lowered his eyebrows, and fell silent.

Suddenly, Zi Mei raised the corners of her lips slightly, his eyes seemed a little confused, he stretched out his index finger and gently stroked An Lingqing's face, as if muttering to himself, "Is liking just liking?"

Nodding his head, An Lingqing confirmed, "Well, if you like it, you like it. An Ling likes the young master, and the young master also likes An Ling. It has been like this since I was governor, and it will always be like this."

"is it?"

Zi Mei pinched