Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

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30. The 29th round of Mingyue Tower Gaoxiu leaning alone...

Crawling out of Nangong Ye's arms, An Lingqing stretched out his hand to grab Liluo's fox ears, and threatened, "Qiaoqiu, ask mother to try again!" Si, his eyes were almost narrowed into slits, and his fragile heart couldn't help trembling.

After weighing it for a moment, Liluo rolled his eyes and pouted his mouth in grievance. He hugged An Lingqing's waist and pretended to be pitiful. Daddy, he is too fat to practice spells well, and he is disgusted by his master, Qiuqiu is so pitiful... just let Qiuqiu call..." Otherwise, I will die!

Unexpectedly, Liluo's past was so miserable, Anling Qing's heart softened all of a sudden, he stretched out his arms and hugged Liluo's plump body, thinking that Qiuqiu's fat was still disliked by others, so he said affectionately, "In the future I love Qiuqiu, I don't dislike Qiuqiu being fat, if you want to call it..." Biting her lips tightly, An Lingqing made up her mind and said, "Then call me mother..."

When the words fell, Li Luo raised her tail, happily raised her head and kissed An Lingqing, and called out sweetly, "Mother Qingqing, Mother Qingqing, Mother Qingqing..."

The more An Lingqing was called, the more awkward she felt, and finally resisted the desire to frown, and said, "Okay, okay, Qiuqiu, stop barking." After blinking, Liluo crawled out of An Lingqing's arms, Then he groped and climbed onto Nangong Ye, kissed his face as well, and called softly, "Daddy Nangong."

"Good..." Touching Liluo's fox ears, Nangong Ye suddenly thought of something, and said leisurely, "Can't Qiuqiu's ears and tail be changed back?"

As soon as this trouble was mentioned, Li Luo's raised tail fell down, and even his shoulders drooped. He turned around and hugged An Lingqing's waist, hiding his face, and said in a low voice, " Parents can't laugh at Qiuqiu! Otherwise, Qiuqiu won't talk about it."

Seeing Li Luo's appearance, Nangong Ye probably guessed the reason, it must be that the little fox is too stupid and lacks mana, but he still cooperated with An Lingqing's distressed expression, and his pityful "no joke ball" Qiuqiu, even parents don't dislike Qiuqiu", nodded slightly.

Putting his head into An Lingqing's arms completely, Li Luo mumbled, "The master said that Qiuqiu was too greedy, and then he grew too fat, couldn't exercise, his memory was not good, and his mana was low, even spells I can't even remember..."

An Lingqing's hand caressing Liluo paused slightly, while Nangong Ye's mouth twitched indiscernibly, and his eyes flicked to the side. An Lingqing lowered his head and saw the child looking up at him pitifully, Aggrieved and said, "Mother Qingqing despises Qiuqiu..."

Shaking his head, the corners of An Lingqing's mouth slightly curled up, and he smiled faintly. He touched Liluo's head, and said softly, "Qiaoqiu is so cute, how could I despise Qiuqiu."

After laughing, Li Luo turned to look at Nangong Ye, but saw that the foxy smile on Nangong Ye's face had disappeared, replaced by a warm and soft smile, he stretched out his hand to embrace An Lingqing and Li Luo into his arms, with a sigh of satisfaction in his tone, "How could Daddy despise Qiuqiu, he can't even like it..."

"Would that Qiuqiu sleep with you?" Li Luo excitedly pressed Gongnan Gongye's chest, and asked hopefully.

However, before An Lingqing could say "yes", Nangong Ye had already let go of An Lingqing, quickly picked up Liluo and carried him off the bed, then said with a bad face, "Become a fox and go by yourself." Find a nest to sleep in, don't disturb your mother and me."

"Master!"

Hearing Nangong Ye's words, An Lingqing was about to get out of bed and carry Li Luo back, but she heard Li Luo say, "Mother Qingqing, Qiuqiu was just joking, Qiuqiu always sleeps alone, and I can sleep I'm not used to the bed, I'm going to find a nest!"

Then, Li Luo looked sadly at the smiling Nangong Ye, turned into a little white fox, turned around and disappeared.

An Lingqing, who was wondering why Li Luo suddenly changed his mind, suddenly embraced a fiery chest, Nangong Ye kissed An Lingqing's lips, his breath was hot, "Daughter-in-law Anling, remember our bet?" No? Now I'm going to make a bet..."

All the doubts were sealed in the passionate kiss, and the summer style made this love affair even more condensed in the ambiguous crooning and shallow singing.

At this time, Zi Mei, who was still in Jiaxing, raised her hair with one hand, and swung the wine glass to the window. When she opened the window, she saw a bright moon hanging high, with light and bright light. Ling Qing was dressed in a brocade white silk dress, playing the flute in the center of the independent platform.

He is so clean, with such a clear flute sound, from a distance, he flutters like a fairy descending to earth.

She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, Zi Mei reached out and threw away the golden bottle, reached out to catch a carrier pigeon that flew in through the window, took out the small note from the small bamboo tube, and looked at it carefully. , and then held it tightly in the hand, the narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of indifference and coldness.

For a moment, when Zi Mei opened his right palm, there was only a powdery substance left in his palm. He stretched out his hand out of the window, and a gust of wind passed by, and the powder drifted away with the wind, leaving nothing behind.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, Zimei's red lips parted slightly, and her voice was as soft as a whisper, "Yanlian, is it..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door from behind, and Zi Mei didn't turn her head back, but said softly, "Come in." The door was opened and then closed, Zi Mei turned around, raised her lips, walked towards the desk, and said The person who came in ordered, "Zi Ling, Yan Mo, I want to paint."

"However, the master's bird's nest porridge..." Before he finished speaking, Zi Mei glanced at him lightly with her long and narrow phoenix eyes, and Zi Ling hurriedly knelt down, "Zi Ling overstepped, please punish the master."

Walking to the desk, Zi Mei spread out a piece of rice paper, raised her head, and said calmly, "Didn't you ask Yan Mo? Zi Ling has become more and more dull recently..."

Afraid that Zi Mei would say something to drive him away, Zi Ling hurriedly stood up and walked to the desk, rolled up her sleeves, and slowly began to grind the ink. image.

Half an hour passed, and a person's figure appeared vividly on the paper, with a delicate oval face, clear big eyes, small cherry lips, and a straight nose bridge. His black hair fluttered in a shallow arc in the wind, and he was dressed in white clothes. He holds a piece of jade flute in his hand, with a leisurely posture, setting off a piece of green grass like a fairyland.

Just looking at this painting, it seems that the music that has been lingering for three days is also starting to reverberate in my ears. Zi Mei takes away the paperweight, holds the painting carefully, blows gently, and the faint fragrance of ink penetrates into her nose. The elegant taste made his heart finally calm down.

The corners of his lips curled up when he didn't pay attention, it was not sarcastic, nor evil, but sincere, warm, and even more inexplicably childish, as if he had obtained the most desired tenderness.

Zi Ling secretly frightened by Zi Mei's reaction, her heart sank little by little, thinking of the name Zi Mei said when they met for the first time, An Lingqing... a name that was like a spell for him.

He narrowed his brows slightly to hide the shocking jealousy and resentment in his eyes. When Zi Ling raised his head again, his eyes were still clear and penetrating. He said softly, "Master, the bird's nest porridge should be cold." Walking to the table, he brought the bird's nest porridge in front of Zi Mei.

Turning his head and seeing the porcelain bowl in Zi Ling's hand, Zi Mei frowned slightly, a little impatiently, "Drink it!" After speaking, he took the portrait and walked out without the slightest bit of nostalgia.

With a dejected expression on his face, Zi Ling scooped up the porridge and put it in his mouth. Tears began to gather slowly. As he swallowed the porridge, the salty tears rolled down into the depths of his throat. It is the bitter taste of unrequited love.

The same round of bright moon, different thoughts, Nalan Xuanxi talked with all the counselors holding lamps until late at night, and after everyone had receded, he didn't stay by his side alone, just sat quietly on the chair, watching the flickering dim light. Candles danced.

He lowered his head, stroked the military map on the table, and couldn't help muttering to himself, "Could it be that the ancient sages can only be lonely? Then if it's you, I shouldn't be lonely anymore..."

Putting away the military defense map, Nalan Xuanxi put on a coat, walked out the door, stared at the sky for a long time, as if seeing the man turn his head, and smiled softly, his eyes were clear, gentle, smiling Prosperous.

"The Bian River flows, the Surabaya River flows, and flows to the ancient ferry in Guazhou. Wushan is a little sad. Thinking, hating, and hating will only rest when you return. Yueming people lean on the building." The longing in the sigh is thicker and firmer Some ideas to get.

The morning sun is always lazy, shining on people's faces gives people a warm feeling, Nangong Ye turned his head and kissed An Lingqing's lips lightly, lingering on the soft touch and reluctant to let go until Hearing a cry, he shifted his position and kissed the slightly blinking eyes.

"Master..." Opening his eyes, he called out softly, revealing a kind of dependent warmth.

"Well... Father, Mother..."

Before Nangong Ye could say anything, a crisp call sounded in his ears, and then a drooling kiss fell on his cheek. With a dark face, Nangong Ye grabbed the owner of the voice by the neck, and his tone was incongruous Jia, "Didn't you turn into a fox and sleep in your den last night? Why did you come to our bed again?"

With both hands and feet shaking, Li Luo said aggrievedly, "Father Nangong is inhumane, you can hug the fragrant and soft Qingqing Niang to sleep, why can't Qiuqiu?"

Seeing Li Luo's pitiful appearance, An Lingqing rubbed his sore waist secretly, sat up and hugged Li Luo, and said dissatisfiedly, "Master