Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

In a black coat and long hair hanging loose, he walked outside along the path in the yard.

The more he walked, the more An Lingqing felt strange that there was no servant in the huge West Wing of Shangguan Mansion, but he didn't think much about it, and walked slowly along the only long corridor. Slowly, he seemed to hear some human voices Came from not far away.

With joy on his face, An Lingqing quickened his pace. At this moment, he heard the sound of swords and guns clashing. Thinking of the happy life of swords and swords described in legendary novels, the excitement in his heart was mobilized in an instant.

Just as An Lingqing opened a large group of flower branches and got out from there, the noisy voices in front of the venue suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at the sky, and the sound of silk and bamboo came from a distance, An Ling Qing stayed in place in a daze, watching the looming purple halo gradually approaching.

The purple color gave him a familiar feeling. Following the high-pitched and distant flute sound, a purple figure danced in the air, and then slowly landed in the center of the arena. After this person appeared, everyone was shocked. There is a feeling of being choked for breath.

I saw the man in purple clothes standing alone, with a faint coldness in his provocative phoenix eyes, and a slight sarcastic smile in the corner of his mouth, but his stunning face gave off a strange feeling. , especially his pair of bewildered purple eyes.

The man held a purple jade flute in his hand, and a golden beard hung from Xiao's tail. Zhuan put away Xiao Hengcheng in his hand and placed it on his chest.

Then the man squinted his eyes, glanced lightly at the two people who were competing on the stage before, passed by as if nothing had happened, and looked at the young leaders of this generation in the arena off the field, quietly and ironically, He raised the corners of his lips, and those red lips gave people a sense of temptation, but his deep voice revealed a contemptuous and lazy tone, "Trash."

The people off the field, some of them with advanced skills, quickly got rid of the temptation of the man's purple eyes. Hearing these words, they were filled with righteous indignation, "Who are you? How dare you play wild here!"

Not paying attention to others, An Lingqing just stared closely at the people on the field, opened his mouth slightly, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes before opening them, and called softly without hiding his surprise, "Brother Zimei..."

In an instant, the man in purple suddenly turned his head to look in An Lingqing's direction, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth, his purple eyes seemed to be dyed with warmth, which made his gorgeous face The face became brighter by three points, and the people who had been yelling and scolding him before were also fascinated by this smile, and were stunned in place.

Putting the purple jade flute in his waist, the man in purple flew up and landed in front of An Lingqing, and then gently lifted An Lingqing's chin with his slender fingers like jade, leaned over and kissed him tenderly The corner of the mouth, and then said with a smile, "Qing'er, long time no see."

Confused by Zimei's series of actions, An Lingqing blinked and replied in a daze, "Brother Zimei, long time no see..."

"Hehe..." Gently stroking An Lingqing's chin with her fingertips, Zi Mei smiled softly, leaned over again and kissed An Lingqing's forehead lightly, and said with a smile, "Qing'er is still so cute." , it's worth it for so long."

After the words fell, Zi Mei hooked An Lingqing's waist, who was still in a daze, with one hand, and flew up lightly with luck, with a graceful posture like a flying butterfly. Just as she flew up to the roof and left, a blue figure stopped her. in front of the two of them.

Seeing that Nangong Ye's face was a bit cold, he narrowed his eyes slightly, stood on the roof and bowed politely, and asked, "I just wonder where this young master is taking his wife? Please let him go." , Nangong Ye looked at An Lingqing, and said calmly, "An Ling, come here, don't disturb this young master's elegance."

He nodded obediently. In fact, he also felt that today's Zimei was very strange, and she was still wrapping around his waist, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was just because he didn't know how to say no, so he kept silent. Nangong Ye After saying this, he immediately wanted to break away from Zi Mei's arm.

However, Zi Mei's hand that seemed to be lightly on An Lingqing's waist was actually quite strong. Not only did An Lingqing fail to break free, but instead attracted a tighter encirclement, An Lingqing frowned slightly, and looked up to say What, Zi Mei looked at Nangong Ye so coldly, which gave him a mysterious feeling.

His heart trembled slightly, but in An Lingqing's heart no one could hurt Nangong Ye, so this time he said honestly, "Brother Zimei, please let go of An Ling, An Ling wants to follow Master go back."

Feeling the sudden tightening of Zi Mei's hand on her waist, An Lingqing bit her lip in pain, but firmly raised her head to look at Zi Mei who had turned her head to look at him. The smile has faded a bit, and the warm smile in the purple eyes has also quickly disappeared, replaced by a coldness down to the bone.

Zi Mei's voice was low, with a special lazy and elegant taste, but it was hard to conceal her coldness, "Master? Who is that?"

Nangong Ye didn't make a move at this time, but narrowed his phoenix eyes, and there was a faint gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. He just looked at An Lingqing leisurely, as if he had already guessed what the other party would say.

Although he was a little afraid of Zi Mei, who was not at all like the beautiful fire lily he knew, but made him feel as dangerous as poppies, but An Lingqing still looked back at Zi Mei firmly, and said seriously, " The young master is Anling's husband-in-law, brother Zimei let go of Anling quickly, I don't want any unhappiness between my brother and the young master will happen."

"Oh?..." Zi Mei smiled unexpectedly, but he did not let go of An Lingqing's arm at all, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes provoked an indescribable charm because of his smile .

Suddenly, Zi Mei waved a palm at Nangong Ye, hugged An Lingqing and was about to fly away. Although Nangong Ye was looking at An Lingqing, he had been paying attention to Zi Mei's movements, and dodged for a while. , and Zi Mei took advantage of this gap to take An Ling Qingfei far away.

Nangong Ye was a little anxious, so he didn't notice that An Lingqing who was taken away from the beginning to the end, at the last moment when he turned his head back, there was a weird smile on his face , and the unnatural coldness in his big eyes.

The two were one in front and one behind, one purple, one blue and one white flying in the air not too far away, they looked like butterfly wings from a distance, until Zi Mei took An Lingqing and landed on an open space outside the city. It was only then that Nangong Ye followed closely behind them.

Pulling out the Jinghong Sword from his waist to infuse his inner strength, he raised the sword and pointed it directly at Zi Mei. Nangong Ye's tone was now cold and no longer gentle, "Mr. Zi Mei, I only respect you because An Ling called you brother." Three points, but if you insist on taking away your wife today, don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

"Hehe..." Zi Mei smiled lightly, but suddenly let go of An Lingqing's arm, took out her purple jade flute from her waist, lightly brushed her Xiao, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said calmly , "I heard that Mr. Nangong is the leader among young people from this generation of famous families, and the Nangong family's stunning swordsmanship, I have long wanted to experience it, and today it seems that I can fulfill my wish."

As soon as the words fell, An Lingqing could only see two figures in the air, one blue and one purple, occasionally fighting together, and occasionally separating. A gorgeous dance.

It's just that Nangong Ye will never know, but at this time his kind An Lingqing slowly lowered his head, and a faint, inexplicable and sinister smile slightly evoked at the corner of his mouth, that feeling was like...another person.

In a short time, Zi Mei and Nangong Ye had recovered their momentum and returned to the ground. The two people's internal energy was comparable, between brothers, but because Zi Mei's internal energy was somewhat deeper than that of Nangong Ye, this time they had the upper hand. .

A faint admiration flashed in her eyes, Zi Mei curled her lips and smiled faintly, nodded slightly to Nangong Ye, and said slowly, "This is worthy of being the husband of my dear brother Qing'er." Wei Wei was surprised, Nangong Ye frowned unobtrusively, and asked, "What is the meaning of Mr. Zi Mei's words?"

"It's nothing, just to see if you are worthy to be my brother Qing'er's man." Zi Mei held a purple jade flute in her hand and smiled calmly and gently.

"I knew Zi Mei's elder brother would not conflict with the young master." An Lingqing stepped forward and took Zi Mei's arm, smiling cleanly. Zi Mei reached out and stroked An Lingqing's hair, and said softly, "Don't be naughty in the future. Brother Zimei will leave in a while. I don't know when I will see you next time."

Blinking his eyes, An Lingqing's big eyes were glistening with water. He rubbed Zi Mei's arm, and said softly, "Brother Zi Mei is leaving now? An Ling doesn't want to give up. you……"

With a slight smile, Nangong Ye stepped forward and took An Lingqing's hand, but for some reason, the moment he held An Lingqing's hand, he felt a sense of discomfort, turned his head to look at An Lingqing, but saw that he was still He smiled softly with the corners of his mouth bent as usual, so he just shook his head, secretly sighed his suspicion, and suppressed that weird feeling.

She arched her hands towards Zi Mei, Nangong Ye grabbed An Lingqing's waist and rushed towards the Shangguan Mansion, leaving Zi Mei standing quietly on the spot alone, Zi Mei looked at An Lingqing holding Nangong Ye with both hands Then when she showed him such a smug and sneering smile, the half-sarcastic smile on the corner of Zi Mei's mouth finally widened slowly.

Gently catching a leaf that fell from the tree, Zi Mei played with the leaf, squinted her purple eyes and said indifferently, "The so-called childhood sweetheart's feelings are nothing more than that, and you can't tell the truth from the fake... But, this It gave me a chance... huh