Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

Now I have been studying medicine with Uncle Ling, and I will be very careful. "

Sighing slightly in his heart, Nangong Ye felt a little helpless. He didn't know when An Lingqing stopped calling him "Brother Ye, Brother Ye" like before, but started calling him Young Master after the servants. He corrected it countless times, but it always had no effect, and he would be so angry with An Lingqing's "identity difference". After a long time, he would go with An Lingqing. After all, no matter what, he Always reluctant to force An Ling who loves him the most.

What's more, it may be because of the premature birth, and he didn't get good care after giving birth, and he was froze in the heavy snow in winter, so An Lingqing's body has not been very good, and he is even more reluctant...

Therefore, Nangong Ye could only tightly hug An Lingqing who was leaning his head on his chest, and quietly feel the light feeling in the hot and humid weather, and this feeling can only be brought by An Lingqing he.

The two stayed quietly for a while, An Lingqing suddenly asked, "Young master, the master and wife let you out so quickly this time, next time you don't talk back to the master, lest you kneel in the ancestral hall again."

Slightly stifled, Nangong Ye was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but he would not lie to An Lingqing, so he said honestly, "An Ling, actually I... I ran out secretly, Dad You haven't let me out yet..."

"What?" An Lingqing was startled, and immediately sat up straight, tightly clutching Nangong Ye's skirt with a pair of small hands, and stared wide-eyed, "Master? Why are you like this again? Last time, the master said that if he sneaked away again It's dealt with by family law! You, you go back quickly, before the master and wife find out!"

Speaking nervously, An Lingqing was about to get off Nangong Ye, but Nangong Ye looked indifferent, and instead reached out to fix An Lingqing, holding him in his arms again, "Isn't it just a beating?" , I have thick skin and thick flesh, it doesn’t matter, now Anling, just let me hug you for a while! I’ve been locked up in the ancestral hall for the past two days. Don't even think about it, just let me sleep in Anling's arms for a while!"

An Lingqing, who was still struggling, suddenly calmed down, opened his mouth slightly, and then obediently stopped moving, with both hands firmly grasping Nangong Ye's lapel, his heart was agitated, and after a while, Hearing Nangong Ye's long breathing for a while, An Lingqing didn't dare to move anymore, and nestled in his arms obediently, quietly, like a kitten.

This time it was also Nangong Ye's luck. The Nangong couple were entangled by their old friends for a while and couldn't get away. When they came back, Nangong Rui saw Nangong Ye who was still kneeling obediently in the ancestral hall. He nodded with satisfaction and released his restraint. Discovered the small escape episode in the middle, and this year, Nangong Ye was 13 years old, and An Lingqing was also [-] years old.

When the outside of the house is clear, the cow will play the bamboo flute horizontally.

A song from the secluded mountain, from the green, this feeling is not known to Baiyun.

The author has something to say: (⊙o⊙) Ah!This update is completely out of the plan... So dear friends, don't expect too much to update soon, you still have to wait until the exam is over, I have a lot of time...

9. Chapter 8 One Sword Allures the City Bustling Embers...

An Lingqing was holding an exquisite food box in his hand, looking up from a distance, it was a peach blossom forest with no end in sight, covered with the charming pink color of a tree.

A gust of breeze blew by, making the peach blossom trees squeak and scream. Where the wind fell, pink flowers were flying in the air, like beautiful and enchanting dances.

Stepping forward, An Lingqing stepped on the peach blossom petals that had fallen all over the ground carefully. Step by step, An Lingqing walked slowly towards the depths of the peach blossom forest. The long bangs on the forehead on the right side, and the black and straight three thousand black hair, fluttered in the wind, leaving a light and graceful arc.

After walking for about a cup of tea, I could gradually feel a sharp breath coming from the front. An Lingqing put the food box under a peach tree, and then walked forward slowly for a while, until He smiled slightly when he saw a water-blue figure, holding a peach tree in his hand, and quietly watched the person who was dancing with a sword not far ahead.

The water-blue figure is flying in the air, its posture is astonishing, and its figure is like a dragon. I saw that the person was holding a three-foot green sharp edge, and the sword seemed to have life in his hand. Rainbow momentum.

He flew up and landed lightly on the branch with his toes, then his body changed abruptly, his wrists turned, his body changed, his long sword turned into countless sword flowers, showing his exquisite swordsmanship, that move The moves are one after the other, eliciting a fierce sword energy, completely regal in the demeanor of the world, but the sword posture is very beautiful, not like a murderous sword at all.

Suddenly, the man threw the sword into the air, and stretched out his palm to urge the sword with his internal force. The sword began to spin rapidly in midair, rolling up fallen flowers all over the ground, and the petals flew up, gradually gathering around the sword , forming a vortex-like strong peach blossom whirlwind.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and An Lingqing felt that his eyes could hardly be opened. He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his eyes, and subconsciously called out, "Master..."

It was obviously a small call, but the man immediately retracted the scattered internal force slowly, and the petals fell from the air one by one, and finally only heard a whoosh, and the sword returned to his hand. With a twist of the wrist, the sword came out of his hand and stuck straight to the ground, only the hilt was shaking slightly.

The man looked down at An Lingqing who was standing not far away, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he flew down from the tree suddenly, with his toes lightly touching An Lingqing's waist, luck brought him in Flying wantonly among the peach blossom trees, two figures, one white and one blue, intertwined in the air, their posture was like two butterflies fluttering among the flowers, low-key and elegant, high-key and gorgeous.

An Lingqing laughed happily, and turned to look at Nangong Ye's side face, at his forehead slightly stained with a thin layer of sweat, and at his slender, slightly sinister eyes shining with a serious look , I don't know why, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and my face couldn't help but turn red.

Fearing that Nangong Ye would find out his embarrassment, An Lingqing leaned his head against Nangong Ye's chest, then stretched out a hand to catch a tuft of hair floating in the wind, pressed it against his chest, and gently closed it. Eyes, feeling the gentleness of the breeze blowing across the cheeks, and the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

After an unknown amount of time, feeling the wind passing by his ears stop, An Lingqing slowly opened his eyes but widened them suddenly, because Nangong Ye's face was only a few millimeters away from his. Nangong Ye's gentle eyes fell on his face, An Lingqing's face became even hotter, his eyes began to flicker and slightly turned sideways, calling softly, "Young...Young Master..."

Nangong Ye kissed the top of An Lingqing's head affectionately, and with the other hand, he took off the jade hairpin holding An Lingqing's hair. In an instant, An Lingqing's hair poured down like a waterfall, falling loosely on his shoulders superior.

Lifting An Lingqing's chin with one hand and turning his head around, Nangong Ye gently rubbed An Lingqing's side face and the tip of his nose with his lips, then pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said softly, "An Ling, you are blushing. It looks so pretty."

An Lingqing looked at Nangong Ye's eyes in a daze, feeling as if he was about to be sucked in by those bottomless eyes, until he felt a very special touch on his lips, It was sweeter and softer than sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Slowly, he couldn't help closing his eyes to enjoy this feeling.

Gentle kiss, soft kiss, mixed with a touch of peach blossom fragrance, this is the first time Nangong Ye kissed An Lingqing's lips, such a soft feeling made his heart surge, and he felt a sacred feeling like worship, he Try to be as light and soft as possible, encroaching bit by bit, not wanting to let go of an inch of territory.

Slowly tightening the arms placed on An Lingqing's waist, Nangong Ye stretched out his tongue to pry An Lingqing's lips open, rolled up his tongue and played together, constantly absorbing the taste that belonged to An Lingqing, while An Lingqing A pair of hands tightly grasped the lapel of Nangong Ye's back because of nervousness, and obediently endured Nangong Ye's domineering encroachment.

At the end of the long kiss, An Lingqing's legs were a little weak, his hands hugged Nangong Ye's waist tightly, and he leaned against his chest, panting lightly, a warm current flowing slowly in his heart, like this Quiet and warm, he likes it very much, although he doesn't know how the kiss just now is different from the previous kiss.

Rubbing the top of An Lingqing's hair with his chin, Nangong Ye picked up An Lingqing's long hair with one hand, letting the smooth feeling pass slowly from his hands, and his heart was warm. At this time, a peach blossom It fell from the tree, Nangong Ye reached out to catch it, and then held it gently in the palm of his hand.

Slightly pushing An Lingqing away, Nangong Ye gently pinned the peach blossom in his hand behind his ear, then kissed the corner of his mouth, and smiled softly, "An Ling, I like you so much!"

Blushing, An Lingqing closed his eyelids slightly, and saw his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and then heard him say, "Young Master's swordsmanship has improved again, this Jinghong swordsmanship should be mastered!" That's all."

Reaching out his hand to smooth the bangs on Shun'an Mausoleum's forehead, Nangong Ye said softly, "Well, I have basically mastered it. After five years, I finally rushed to the eighth form of Jinghong Feiying, but this ninth form encountered some problems. The bottleneck probably won't happen in a year or so, if the timing is right, it can be done naturally, but I can already protect my Anling now."

"The young master is also eighteen. A few days ago..." An Lingqing didn't know what he thought of, a gloomy light appeared in his eyes, and he shook his head.