Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

I, Yan Lian, will let you people of the Anling family taste everything I have suffered. "

As he said that, the young man squatted next to the man again, then raised the hair on his forehead with one hand, revealing the blood-red Bana flower, pointed at it with the other hand, and said sharply, "See? Why can't I bear it for revenge? Then I will never forget the pain of a needle pricking my forehead!"

Seeing the man's pupils shrank instantly, the boy's eyes shrank with astonishment, he smiled triumphantly, the boy put down his bangs, and said with a smile, "I tell you, I am An Lingqing now, and I will use this identity to deprive the people of the past. Everything about that Anling Qing, I swore to destroy him, thanks to Anling Ziyu, this unique face will be my greatest weapon!"

In an instant, the man's compassionate eyes were stained with strong anger, and he opened the package he brought. The boy took out a white steamed bun, tore a bit and stuffed it into the man's mouth, but the man spit it out in one gulp. , continued to stare at him with eyes full of resentment, and then he opened his mouth hard and said with difficulty, "No...not...hurt...harm...xiao...qing...come at me..."

The boy who had always been amiable suddenly lowered his face, waved his hand and slapped the man hard, then stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into the man's mouth, and said coldly, "I tell you, the more you protect him like this, The more I want to hurt him, doesn't he love Nangong Ye? I will destroy Nangong Ye first!"

Looking back, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous look in his eyes, but the young man just smiled lightly, a little indifferent, "This Ruanjin powder mixed with coma medicine is a treasure of Ghost Doctor Song. You can stare at me while you still have some strength, and you will sleep well by yourself in a while, and I will send someone to deliver meals to you at regular intervals."

Forced the man to eat the steamed buns, the boy didn't speak any more, and the man also lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at the boy, so as to hide the slight disappointment and injury in his eyes.

When he finally left, the boy was walking when he kicked something suddenly. He looked down and saw that it was a small rattle. Just for a moment.

As the scene of the messy, corpse-strewn fields and the scars on his back emerged in his mind, the young man stood up abruptly, and threw the rattle on the ground again with a blank expression, together with what Anling Shuyu used to coax him back that day. He threw away all the happy memories together, and then left without looking back.

The green willows fell on the ground, and the poplar flowers stirred the sky.

The wicker was folded and the flowers flew away, asking if the pedestrians will return.

The author has something to say: it’s the Chinese New Year, there are so many things to do, and I don’t have much time to write, so I can’t update until very late, sorry~~

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41. The 40th round of planning and final accounts has magical skills...

This day was the last day of the Sword Discussion Conference. After several days of competitions, apart from a few young masters from martial arts families who directly participated in the final competition, there were only a handful of people left, but they were the best among them.

The boy was dressed in white and sat quietly with Nangong Ye in the attic on the second floor. He occasionally participated in the gossip between Liu Yi and Qian Bixiaozi, but most of the time he sat quietly with Nangong Ye and watched the competition downstairs. Passing the brewed tea to Nangong Ye, the young man asked softly, "Master, who do you think will win between the little girl from the Tang Sect and the son from Songshan?"

Narrowing his eyes, Nangong Ye took the tea and took a sip, then turned his head and asked the boy in white with a smile, "What does An Ling think?"

Tilting his head slightly, the young man turned his head to look downstairs again, but saw that the young man from Songshan seemed to have the upper hand, so he turned his head and replied, "An Ling thinks it must be the son of Songshan."

Putting the tea on the table, Nangong Ye smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to rub the boy's hair, only to find that the hairpin on his head was a little crooked, so he naturally reached out his hand to straighten him, but never thought that he was about to touch the hairpin , the young man dodged subconsciously, his hand paused slightly, Nangong Ye looked at the young man in white strangely, but saw that he also seemed a little embarrassed.

Biting his lips lightly, blinking his moist eyes and looking at Nangong Ye pitifully, the young man in white said softly, "Master, An Ling didn't step aside on purpose, it was just too sudden, An Ling suddenly If he didn't react, the young master wouldn't blame An Ling, would he?"

As he said that, the boy in white took off the hairpin on his head and handed it to Nangong Ye, asking him to put it back on for him. Because he lowered his head, the boy didn't see it. At that moment, Nangong Ye's narrowed phoenix eyes flashed A little doubt.

Gently inserted the hairpin into the young man's head, then lightly lifted the hair on his right forehead, moved a little closer and looked at the imprint of the other shore that was still bright red like blood with a smile, leaned over and kissed it softly, Nangong Ye He teased in a somewhat nasty tone, "Why would my husband blame Anling's daughter-in-law? It's because my husband and I are too abrupt, so I should say hello first, but speaking of it, why does my husband think that Anling's wife is Your birthmark has become redder than before?"

Surprised, the white-clothed boy smiled shyly on his face, raised his hand and pushed Nangong Ye's hand away without a trace, and straightened his forehead hair. The boy glared at Nangong Ye resentfully, He said in a coquettish and complaining tone, "What did you say, young master! And there are so many people, why are you called Anling's daughter-in-law, how embarrassing you are!"

Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes imperceptibly again, turned his head with a smile, then looked at the two people downstairs, suddenly changed the subject and said indifferently, "Daughter-in-law Anling guessed wrong this time...you Look, it was the little girl from Tangshan who won the competition!"

"Eh?" Seeing that Nangong Ye finally turned his head away, the young man in white finally let out a very soft breath, and put his hanging heart back to the original place. Hearing this, the young man immediately followed Nangong Ye's realization. go.

Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, the boy in white turned his head and smiled cleanly, "Really! That little girl looks so small, why is she so powerful, and turned defeat into victory?"

With a meaningful smile, Nangong Ye squinted his eyes and sighed lightly, "Yeah... But that little girl didn't turn defeat into victory, but she was using skills from the very beginning, confusing you and me as well. beat her opponent, and then took advantage of everyone's slack to give the opponent a fatal blow, and naturally, she won."

After finishing speaking, Nangong Ye turned to look at the white-clothed boy, but saw that his eyes widened slightly. Nangong Ye stretched out his hand and pinched his face, then took his hand and put it in his palm and squeezed it, feeling carefully. A delicate feeling.

Nangong Ye squeezed it very carefully, not missing every piece of skin and every knuckle. Finally, he took the young man's hand and put it to his mouth for a soft kiss. He narrowed his eyes and said teasingly, "My daughter-in-law's hand is still the same. It's soft..."

For some reason, the young man in white always felt terrified when he saw Nangong Ye at this moment. For a moment, he wanted to pull back and leave immediately. Are you going to participate in the competition?"

Letting go of the young man's hand, Nangong Ye shook his head, and sighed again in a meaningful tone, "No rush, no rush... Only by setting a long line can you catch big fish..."

Not knowing how to answer the question, the young man in white took a peek at Nangong Ye from the corner of his eye, and then turned his head to look at the audience, only to see that the two contestants had been replaced by the little girl from before and an extremely handsome young man. Thinking about who that young man was, he actually looked in his direction.

But seeing the gentleness in the young man's eyes, there was a little sadness, the white-clothed boy was slightly startled in his heart, wondering if this young man knew An Lingqing well?Then why didn't Zimei's information mention this person at all? !

Thinking of this, the boy in white slightly bent his mouth and smiled at the young man. Those two shallow dimples made him look very cute. The young man was startled when he saw the young man's smile, and then smiled softly. , let the three-point sadness fade away, but when he saw Nangong Ye hooking the boy's waist with one hand, he became a little more melancholy.

Turning his head, the young man no longer looked at the young man, but bowed his hands to the little girl politely, and started the competition. Seeing this, the young man in white finally breathed a sigh of relief, but turned his head to see Nangong Ye standing firmly. Looking at him, the bottom of my heart was shocked again, and the boy in white asked, "What's the matter, young master?"

Seeing the young man smile, Nangong Ye also smiled lightly, but he squeezed the hand holding the young man's waist a little restlessly, which aroused the young man's angry eyes, Nangong Ye let go with a chuckle He raised his hand, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "I've always wanted to ask An Ling, when did you become so familiar with Shangguan Yi?"

Knowing who the other party is from Nangong Ye, the young man in white finally gained some confidence at this time. He glanced at Shangguan Yi, who had already won the competition, and said leisurely, "What is there to be familiar with? An Ling is only with the young master." familiar."

Raising his eyebrows lightly, the arc of Nangong Ye's mouth seemed to have a somewhat mysterious taste. He asked very softly, "Really?..." Then he reached out and stroked the boy's long hair, closed his eyes and felt the underhand The soft touch, little by little, tasted it slowly, and then whispered softly, "I am so happy to hear Anling's wife say such things..."

"Master, Mrs. Shangguan Yi is really good, he won another competition!" Suddenly, the boy in white exclaimed when he saw that handsome young man won the competition again within three moves.

"Hehe..." Hearing the boy's exclamation, Nangong Ye smiled softly. He stood up, touched the boy's head, then leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead lightly, and said softly, "It's been so long did not see