Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

Can only take orders.

Pausing for a moment, Zi Mei's voice suddenly became lazy again. He pulled Zi Ling's hairpin with one hand, stretched out his hand to caress the black hair, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, " In fact, there is nothing I can’t say. I really don’t like that child Qing’er at all... He obviously just left, but I always miss him frequently. I miss his smile and his angry appearance. I miss him so much. I'm a little confused...Since I like it, it's better to keep it by my side..."

The more he listened, the more frightened he became. Song Yitong couldn't hide the surprise in his heart. He hurriedly lowered his head and said solemnly, "This subordinate will definitely not disgrace his life."

"Well... go, the time has come, there will be a place where Protector Song is useful."

Waving his hand, Zi Mei seemed to have suddenly remembered something, he suddenly threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to Song Yitong, and said, "Give this bottle to that child Qing'er, and by the way, ask someone to find out where Yanlian is now, trace back Tracing back to his background, maybe he saved an interesting person back then..."

Suppressing the inexplicable heaviness in his heart, Song Yitong put away the porcelain bottle and walked out the door. Then he took out the medicine for internal injuries from his arms and took it. Looking up at the blue sky, he sighed softly, "An Lingqing, Qing Ben Innocence, how can I provoke the world, commit crimes..."

When rushing back to the inn, I happened to see Nangong Ye walking out with An Lingqing in his arms, followed by a pair of twin sisters with displeased faces. They stared at Nangong Ye's back at the same time, but An Lingqing was sleeping soundly. Then, they finally snorted, and then jumped into the carriage first.

And the other noble man dressed in navy blue had an indifferent expression, glanced at Nangong Ye and An Lingqing lightly, led a pure white horse on it, and rode away with a whip. Elegant and chic.

Seeing that Nangong Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, Song Yitong seemed to be a little proud, then stepped forward, patted Nangong Ye on the shoulder, took out the small porcelain bottle from his arms, and said frivolously, "Hey... ...I'll use the remaining bottle to exchange for a place to go north with you, okay?"

Before Nangong Ye could answer, Song Yitong stuffed the porcelain bottle into his arms, squinted his peach blossom eyes, and smiled maliciously at Mu Nan, "I went to drive the horse with your boy, tsk tsk... It's been a long time since I found something so interesting!"

The person in his arms moved slightly, and Nangong Ye quickly raised his hand to caress An Lingqing's back, put his head next to his ear, and coaxed softly, "Good boy, Anling, sleep a little longer, brother Ye will accompany you you."

The movement gradually subsided, Nangong Ye carried An Lingqing to the carriage, he did not turn his head, but said indifferently, "Remember what I said last night, no matter how much Mu Nan stays, he is also from my Nangong Mansion, he His surname is Nangong."

A complex light flashed in Song Yitong's eyes, and he couldn't help but think that if Nangong Ye knew the mission he was carrying at the moment, it would be... So, since there is no way to escape, of course he has to have a good time, so that he can be worthy of him The title of "Young Master Liuxiang"!

Thinking of this, Song Yitong jumped into the carriage, stood next to Mu Nan, took off his long whip from his waist, and raised the whip to drive the carriage regardless of Mu Nan's expression of seeing a ghost.

Along the way, Song Yitong teased Mu Nan, there were constant laughter and roars, but inside the carriage was a different scene, Qian Bi and Xiaozi stared at each other in a sad manner, while Nangong Ye kept his ears shut. He just hugged An Lingqing quietly, occasionally coaxed him softly, occasionally fiddled with his forehead hair, and observed the blooming Bana flower.

I don't know how long it took before Song Yitong's frivolous and Mu Nan's impatient voice stopped abruptly, and the carriage stopped suddenly. A heavy and old voice came from outside, but that voice seemed to come from afar, he said , "Benefactor, excuse me, but can I let the old man see the people in the car?"

At the same time, An Lingqing reached out and rubbed his eyes, slowly opened them, then touched the birthmark on his forehead, looked up at Nangong Ye and said softly, "Master, this birthmark is painful and uncomfortable..."

The old monk smiled and pointed out that the wind and waves are dangerous, just sit and watch the mountains and rivers without going out;

The mountains and rivers do not cross the mortal world, and the wind and waves stop at the shore of the Buddha.

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Zimei is indeed a monster~~ Between the gestures, tsk tsk...

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24. The 23rd back of the old Wang Xietang Qianyan (inverted V)...

Hearing that An Lingqing said that his forehead was in severe pain, Nangong Ye stretched out his hand to push his bangs away, and was surprised to see that Manzhushahua was as red as fire at this time, and the bright red color seemed so fierce that it was about to bleed generally.

Terrified in his heart, Nangong Ye was about to reach out to touch it, but heard the old voice from outside the carriage again, "I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to see the descendants of the other side of the fire cloud, and please ask Mr. Nangong to make this old man happy." A dream."

Hearing what the man said about the name "Fire Cloud Beyond", he thought that it must be related to An Lingqing's special birthmark, so he lifted the curtain of the carriage, hugged An Lingqing horizontally to perform lightness kung fu, tapped his toes on the carriage, and then fall to the ground.

Standing still, he put An Lingqing on the ground, Nangong Ye looked at the person who came, and saw that he was wearing a plain cassock with many patches and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He looked nothing like ordinary ascetics. Erzhi, however, when Nangong Ye looked into his eyes, he was amazed for a moment.

Those are a pair of eyes that have accumulated so much vicissitudes and sufferings, as vast and deep as the sky, seeming to be able to contain all the crimes and filth in the world, seeming to be sympathetic to the world, but there is a strange indifference revealed, that is standing in the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals. Those above looked on coldly.

I saw the old monk walking towards An Lingqing step by step, he bent slightly towards Nangong Ye, and his voice was slow and wise, "Mr. Nangong."

Hastily raising his hand to help the old monk, Nangong Ye hurriedly said, "Master, you must not kill Nangong Ye like this. I offended you just now. Please forgive me. The boy is too arrogant and neglected Master."

The old monk's eyes were instantly stained with a smile, and he nodded slightly, "Mr. Nangong is worthy of being the best of the young generation. He is indeed a rare talent. From the looks of the young master, I must be a lifetime of glory and beauty. What is even more rare is that the young master has a heart that knows how to cherish, so from this point of view, only the young master is worthy of 'Fire Cloud Beyond'."

Hearing what the old monk said, Nangong Ye frowned unobtrusively, glanced at An Lingqing, and sighed slightly in his heart, he could feel that this matter must not be simple, and he didn't know what it would bring to An Lingqing.

An Lingqing opened his eyes wide, looking at this and then at that, when he heard the kind-faced old monk praise Nangong Ye, the corner of his mouth was pulled away, and he stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Ye's arm, revealing two beautiful faces. Xiao Liwo is really cute, his voice is sweet and proud, "Master, the old man is praising you! An Ling is so happy, the young master is really amazing!"

Turning his head to see that An Lingqing was raising his little head and looking at him with bent eyebrows, Nangong Ye's heart softened instantly, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a shallow arc. He stretched out his hand to touch An Lingqing's head, and said softly Ask, "Is the forehead still uncomfortable? Let the master show you."

"Little benefactor, can you lift up your forehead hair for the old monk to see?" The old monk folded his hands respectfully and bowed to An Lingqing.

"Grandpa, don't do this. An Ling should have saluted you, grandpa." As he spoke, An Lingqing bowed obediently, then raised his head and raised his bangs with his hands, and took a step closer so that the old monk could see to the birthmark on his forehead.

The calm and waveless eyes were full of excitement in an instant, and the old monk tremblingly stretched out his hand to caress the manjusawa, which was already more coquettish and blood-like at this time, and even tears rolled down from his eyes, he withdrew his hand , closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and murmured, "Namo Amitabha, I have no regrets in this life."

"Master, what's the matter? What exactly is An Ling's birthmark? Will it affect him?" Nangong Ye asked anxiously with one arm around An Lingqing's waist.

Opening his eyes, the old monk's eyes were filled with a relieved smile, and he said to Nangong Ye, "This matter is of great importance, please ask Mr. Nangong to let the old monk and the young master speak alone."

Slightly frowned, Nangong Ye seemed a little reluctant, the old monk laughed when he saw it, and his words were full of teasing, "I am a person who surpasses all living beings in the three realms, not to mention that I have a deep relationship with the young master. Mr. Nangong doesn't need to worry about the old man harming the young master, but this matter cannot be explained to outsiders, so please be flexible and accommodate Mr. Nangong."

Holding Nangong Ye's hand, An Lingqing raised his head with a slight smile, and his voice was soft and moist, giving people a sense of reassurance, "Young master, An Ling is fine, the old man is not a bad person at first glance, An Ling Be back soon."

After hearing this, Nangong Ye stretched out his arms to hug An Lingqing, stroked his long hair, and said softly, "Okay, then I'll wait for An Ling here." After speaking, Nangong Ye handed An Lingqing's hand to An Lingqing. The old monk said solemnly, "Master, please forgive me for being unreasonable. It's just that An Ling is the flesh and blood that I can't part with, so I'm so careful."

Smiling indifferently, the old monk smiled leisurely, "Young Master Nangong has such a heart, I am very pleased." After saying that, the old monk held An Lingqing with one hand and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Eyes widened in amazement, Nangong Ye couldn't help sighing, "Could it be that you really met a fairy?"

When An Lingqing opened his eyes again, what appeared in front of him was a land of beautiful mountains and clear waters, with green mountains and gurgling water, just like the paradise recorded in the book, he couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so spiritual!