Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

......"

At this time, the sound of horseshoes gradually approached, Zi Mei turned around and saw a carriage driving towards him, and the driver was Song Yitong in red, the car stopped in front of Zi Mei, Song Yitong got off the horse, Kneeling on one knee, he respectfully said, "Welcome to the leader, I have brought him as ordered, but..."

Raising her eyebrows lightly, Zi Mei asked lightly, "Just what?"

Frowning slightly, Song Yitong said in a deep voice, "It's just a little accident..." Hearing this, the smile on Zi Mei's face suddenly disappeared, and her voice became cold, "Accident?"

As she said that, a trace of worry flashed in Zi Mei's heart, she hurried forward, and hurriedly raised the curtain of the car, only to see that the man was lying quietly in the car, the white clothes seemed so clean at this time, hanging Slowly letting go of her heart, Zi Mei saw that there was a person lying beside the young man in white, and she raised her eyebrows lightly. Only then did Zi Mei understand what Song Yitong said about the "accident".

With a slight smile, Zi Mei put down the car curtain and turned her head, and said with a smile, "This accident of Protector Song, I pretended I didn't see it, so I paid it off, after all, you brought the person I wanted safely. "

It is said that the sky is wild and the earth is old, and the water is far away and the mountains are high.

Justice does not fall, and the heroes of the world are allied, there is no way to win, but there is a way.

The floating world is surging, but human feelings are insignificant;

With a fluttering sword, he smiled proudly all his life.

Heroes are brave and brave, and there are fewer and fewer sons and daughters in the rivers and lakes.

The heart is still there, but the person is gone, and looking back is a stormy scene.

The author has something to say: Dear friends, you can see that the "An Lingqing" that appeared in this chapter is actually not An Lingqing... Haha~~ I finally wrote about the battle for An Lingqing! !

PS: Update tomorrow night, go to the grave tomorrow during the day~~

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40. Chapter 39: All the wicker is broken and the flowers are flying...

The carriage was advancing steadily on the road to the southwest of Bashu, and there was no sound in the carriage. Zi Mei lay on the soft couch with her head propped up on one hand, closed her eyes for a nap, and gently placed her hand on the soft couch. On the waist of the boy in white in his arms, there was a boy kneeling at his feet, beating his leg gently.

Gently, Zi Mei raised her hand and gently stroked the long hair of the young man in white, with a happy face and a faint smile on her mouth, suddenly he asked lightly, "Zi Ling, do you think that the Nangong family's When will the boy find out that the 'An Lingqing' beside him is actually a fake?"

Zi Ling lowered his head, without raising his head, and replied softly, "Zi Ling doesn't know, but Zi Ling has seen Yan Lian once, and he is exactly the same as Mr. Anling in appearance. There is a bloody manjusha tattooed on his forehead that is exactly the same as Mr. Anling's, so I think if he doesn't show his feet in other aspects, he should be able to hide it for a long time."

The arc of the corner of her mouth widened a bit, and Zi Mei said casually, "Oh? Is that..."

Withdrawing the hand that was stroking the long hair of the boy in white, Zi Mei gently stroked a bunch of her hair, and slowly opened her eyes, a sharpness flashed in her purple eyes, but she spoke with a three-pointed coldness, " This seat thinks that the Nangong family boy is much smarter than you imagined."

At this moment, Zi Ling raised his head to look at the young man in Tsing Yi who was sleeping in another corner, then turned his head to look at Zi Mei, and asked in a tone of voice, "Is it because of this 'accident'?"

However, Zi Mei shook her head, and said slowly, "On the contrary, this 'unexpected' harvest can help to hide the Nangong family boy for a while, after all, if his personal servant is still with him, Song Protector will not be there. It would be very suspicious if they disappeared together... But since they disappeared together, there is no need to think about the reasons for many things. With just a little public opinion, there will naturally be a plausible reason that can be used as gossip. Appeared……"

Gently stroking the face of the boy in white, Zi Mei moved her head closer, closed her eyes and gently sniffed the natural light body odor from the boy. It seems that the depression at this moment does not exist.

In fact, this is the reason why he is obsessed with An Lingqing. Because of this peaceful feeling, he slowly opened his purple eyes again, and Zi Mei sighed softly, "It's just a pure soul, But it's indescribable... So it won't be long before we can hide it, so we can only hurry back to the Purple Demon Sect, and when we get there, we don't have to worry about anything else..."

Seemingly puzzled by Zi Mei's words, Zi Ling's subordinates paused for a moment, and looked at the boy in white with some complicated expressions in his eyes. A, pure soul?

This Jean who was left by his master's side because he had similar eyes, what exactly does he have that can make so many people surround him?

I have seen Yanlian carefully study every movement and expression of him, but I don't think there is anything touching about such purity. Those things only make him feel that he is just an unworldly child, or is it just because of Yanlian? Lian is pretending, so he doesn't have the feeling of being touched?

Withdrawing his gaze, Zi Ling quietly continued the work at hand, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zi Mei's eyes looking at the boy in white so softly and warmly, slowly lowering his head, suppressing the sourness in his heart, he couldn't help but think, So, what kind of magical power does this real him have...

The smell floating in the air was slightly sweet and greasy. Nangong Ye frowned slightly as soon as he opened the door, and glanced at the young man in white who was fiddling with the incense burner strangely. There was a trace of doubt in his heart. I have never used these fragrant things in the room. In his words, these things smell unpleasant and will be very stifling.

Walking up to the young man, Nangong Ye stretched out his hand to gently touch the young man's head, and asked softly, "What is An Ling doing? I haven't seen you handle these things before, so why are you thinking of burning incense? No way." Do you feel suffocated?"

Turning his head and smiling slightly, the boy blinked and said happily, "An Ling is trying to see if the incense left by Mr. Song is really as magical as he said!"

"Song Yitong?"

Frowning slightly, Nangong Ye just remembered that he didn't seem to see Song Yitong all day long. At this time, he heard the young man mention him, which really reminded him. He took the young man's hand, walked to the table and sat down, asking He asked, "When did An Ling see him? I'm still wondering that I haven't seen him all day today, and that piece of stupid wood seems to have disappeared."

Pursing his lips and secretly smiling, the boy in white opened his eyes wide and looked around, then stood up, walked to the door and closed it, then sat back beside Nangong Ye, and whispered in his ear, "Young Master Song and Mu Nan The two elder brothers left a book and eloped."

"What?" Nangong Ye was shocked instantly.

"Hush!" The boy in white reached out to cover Nangong Ye's mouth, shook his head at Nangong Ye, then let go of his hand, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Nangong Ye, and said softly, "Young Master, watch first, Ann Ling just cooked some porridge for the young master, and I'll bring it to the young master."

Frowning slightly, Nangong Ye nodded casually, opened the letter and began to read it carefully, the more he watched his frown tightened, it wasn't that he didn't believe that Song Yitong would elope with Mu Nan, but that he couldn't believe Song Yitong's "Mr. Liuxiang" ", he was afraid that Song Yitong would trick Mu Nan away, after all, he couldn't understand how much Mu Nan stayed...

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye was going to call Qian Bi Xiaozi and the others to investigate the matter, but just as he stood up, he saw the young man walking in with clear porridge. With a slight smile, Nangong Ye hurried forward to take the tray.

Sitting back at the table, Nangong Ye wanted to talk about it later before eating, but seeing the young man looking at him expectantly, he suppressed what he was thinking before, picked up the porridge from the bowl, and ate slowly. The bowl gradually bottomed out, until Nangong Ye put down the bowl and slowly slumped down on the table, the corners of the boy's mouth finally hooked up slowly.

After arranging Nangong Ye and pulling the bed curtains, the young man packed a bundle, then gently pushed the door and went out, snapped his fingers, and saw a man all in black immediately knelt down in front of him, There was no expression on the boy's face, and he ordered lightly, "Take me outside the city."

Arriving in a forest outside the city, the boy guided the man in black all the way to a hidden cave, and asked the man in black to guard the outside. The boy held a torch in one hand, and walked into the cave with the packed package tightly in the other.

The dark cave suddenly became bright and majestic because of the torch. After inserting the torch on the wall, the young man turned his head to look at a corner covered with straw. In that corner, a man fell limply on the straw, and he was blindfolded. His eyes and lips were pale, and his face was also blue and white. Only when he heard a sound, he suddenly frowned, as if he wanted to move his body, but he couldn't do it.

With a soft snort, the young man walked slowly to the man's side, then took the black cloth from his eyes, with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch the man's chin, watching the man slowly adapt to the sudden light , he asked softly, "In this damp cave, it's not bad to feel the feeling of hunger and cold? I think I had a deep experience back then..."

Slightly squinting his eyes, the man's face was pale and he couldn't move his body, but his eyes were still clear, he pursed his lips, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he wanted to speak, but found that his His throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing the man's eyes, the young man chuckled again, shook off the man's chin, then stood up and looked down at the man, full of sarcasm, "An Ling Shuyu, don't use your noble-minded Compassion to think about influencing me,