Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

There is a shining light, and a bright full moon hangs in the sky, and occasionally there is a gust of breeze, although it is a little cold, it is not uncomfortable.

However, Nalan Xuanxi was still worried that An Lingqing would get cold from the cold wind, so he ordered someone to bring a cloak and put it on for him personally. An Lingqing was savoring the cooking skills of the imperial chef, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with satisfaction, like a thief To the fishy kitty.

Seeing the extra white cloak on his body, An Lingqing smiled at Nalan Xuanxi and thanked him sweetly, "Thank you Nalan."

Taking out a silk handkerchief from his waist, Nalan Xuanxi wiped off the soup from the corner of An Lingqing's mouth, and teased with some indulgence, "Look at what you ate, the corners of your mouth are stained, eat slowly, no one will eat it." If you like it, let Nangong Ye bring that cook back to Nangong Mansion."

Eyes widened in surprise, An Lingqing asked happily, "Really? Can An Ling bring this cook back?"

Seeing Nalan Xuanxi nodded, An Lingqing's small face that was about to smile suddenly wrinkled, he pursed his lips in embarrassment, wrinkled his nose and shook his head, said softly, "I still don't want it."

"Oh? Why?" Nalan Xuanxi held up her chopsticks to pick up food for An Lingqing, and asked with some doubts.

"Hey..." An Lingqing sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "If An Ling really brought a cook back, I guess the uncle chef at home will be sad. When he was young, An Ling just ate out The pastry uncle made by other people will be sad for a long time, he will feel that An Ling doesn't like his food."

"Oh?" Nalan Xuanxi raised his eyebrows lightly, and the slightly raised corners of his lips showed a sense of joy and relaxation.

"Yes, yes!" An Lingqing nodded quickly, and continued, "When I was in Nangong Mansion, Anling was not allowed to buy food or clothing outside, or else the aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters at home They will be sad for a long time, and Anling likes to see them smiling, so Anling decided to leave this cook to you, Nalan."

Nalan Xuanxi picked up the wine glass and lightly raised her head to drink, squinting her eyes and smiling faintly, "Then Nalan would like to thank Xiaoqing for the reward!"

Curving the corners of his mouth and laughing, An Lingqing waved his hands intentionally, raised his head and said proudly, "There's no need for Xie En, An Ling will come to the palace to find you in the future, you just let him make it for me every time."

Hearing this, Nalan Xuanxi felt flattered in his heart, and his brows and eyes were instantly stained with a strong smile, "Xiao Qing is serious?"

"Of course, Nalan is Anling's friend. In the future, I will bring the young master to visit us during the festivals." An Lingqing continued to eat the delicate delicacies on the table, while responding to Nalan Xuanxi as a matter of course. if.

A warm current flowed slowly from the bottom of his heart, Nalan Xuanxi felt that his whole heart became warmer, the sharp domineering look on his brows gradually disappeared, replaced by full of affection and sincerity, he whispered Man Man sighed, "Okay, then it's a deal, Nalan will sweep the couch to welcome Xiao Qing during the festivals."

Nodding his head, An Lingqing said he would definitely, and looked at the appearance of his beloved with the corners of his lips curled up. Nalan Xuanxi felt that there was something he had completely let go of at this moment. Love does not have to be possessed. Too much, since it is impossible to give the other party complete love, then a little step back will open the sea and the sky.

In this way, there will never be any resentment between the two, even if the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, they will always be remembered by the other party.

"Xiao Qing play a song for Xuan Xi! It's been a long time since I heard you play the flute, I really miss you!" Nalan Xuanxi drank another glass of wine and said softly to An Lingqing.

The melodious sound of the flute lingered in the dense night and spread slowly. Nalan Xuanxi quietly closed her eyes, listening to the clear sound of the flute that seemed to cleanse the turbid soul.

It seems to see the moon set, but the bird's singing is still there, a song of bleak lancheng looks old, obviously it is the scenery in front of the eyes, but it can't keep the beautiful youth for a moment, the sound of the flute suddenly becomes mournful and whimpering, as if Said that the seeker came to the green willow again, and could only sigh and leave.

Then slowly, the sound of the flute became gentle, as if there were cherry blossoms falling among the poplar flowers, and the wind suddenly picked up, blowing up pieces of falling flowers, the dream of wanting to talk has faded, the wind has turned into leaves, and the green water chestnuts Butterfly's dream is a bit desolate, in the wind and rain, the small bridge looks forward to the end of the world independently.

Looking forward and looking forward, finally looking forward to the return of the person, the sound of the flute becomes high-pitched and intense, expressing the pain of lovesickness and the joy of reunion, until finally with a sweet smile, the sound gradually slows down until it is completely silent. The figure of the individual is slowly receding.

For a long time, unable to turn around from the sound of An Lingqing's flute, it was not until a gust of cold wind blew by and a note flew onto his face that Nalan Xuanxi panickedly picked up the note, feeling a little dazed. Looking at the words on it, "Nalan, the young master came to pick me up. You seemed to be asleep, so I didn't wake you up. Let's meet again another day. Anling."

There seemed to be that person's fresh body odor in his breath, and the sound of that person's Lingling flute seemed to echo in his ears, but the person was no longer there, only a white cloak shaking in the wind.

There is no definite basis for the mountains and rivers in the present and ancient times.

In the sound of the picture, the horses are coming and going.

Who can speak of desolation everywhere.The west wind blows the Old Dan maple.

There used to be countless grievances.

Tie Ma Jin Ge, Qingzuo Dusk Road.

Passionate love deeply.The sunset shines in the deep mountains and the rain in the deep autumn.

The author has something to say: I can say responsibly that tomorrow night around nine o'clock (this is just an estimated time, not necessarily completely accurate, but it will definitely be updated) will be the finale of this article!Everything else that has not been explained clearly in the main text will be in the outer chapter, so tomorrow is the main text!

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76. Chapter 73

Taking advantage of the darkness, Nangong Ye sneaked into the palace and took An Lingqing away, and then quietly left the capital on horseback when the city gate was opened. When Nalan Xuanxi returned to Zuixiangju the next day, it was already empty. Only Mu Nan was still waiting in the inn without knowing what had happened.

This time, there was no news of Nangong Ye and An Lingqing, as if they had disappeared from the world.

In fact, Nangong Ye just wanted to enjoy a two-person journey with An Lingqing, without being disturbed by others or other things, just the two of them holding hands to take a good look at the beautiful mountains and rivers.

At the beginning, Nangong Ye took An Lingqing to the prairie, where the two of them rode horses and galloped on the endless green grass, and sometimes they would stick together at night and count the stars all over the sky. At other times, they would listen to the loud and clear songs on the grassland, and softly count one, two, three... until An Lingqing slowly closed her eyes and leaned against Nangong Ye, falling into a deep sleep.

Then, Nangong Ye would gently pick up An Lingqing and walk to the tent not far away. Sometimes he would look up at the starry sky, slightly bend the corners of his mouth, and then lower his head to quietly stare at An Lingqing's peaceful sleeping face. There will always be peace and contentment in those moments.

Later, the two went westward all the way to the Tianshan Mountains. They tried to cover their entire faces tightly and ride a camel together in the desert. At those times, Nangong Ye would hold An Lingqing in his arms from behind, Walking through the windy and sandy desert with the sound of jingling bells.

Once An Lingqing accidentally twisted his foot and wasted some time, but in the evening the weather suddenly changed and the two had to hide under the camel's belly, quietly waiting for the storm to pass. At that time, An Lingqing held Nangong Ye tightly with both hands. He whispered in his ear, "Ye, I wish to be together forever, if we can't get out, An Ling is willing to be buried in this piece of yellow sand with you."

At that time, Nangong Ye didn't say anything, but hugged An Lingqing tightly with both arms, and kissed him with all his strength, as if the howling wind outside and the raging sand had nothing to do with them, and all the colors in life At that moment, the color faded away, and only the warmth of each other was real.

When the sun rose the next day, the wind and sand had stopped for a long time, Nangong Ye and An Lingqing dug out the dust covering their bodies and came out of the desert. Seeing each other's distressed appearance, they began to smile and laugh , Laughing wildly, until finally Nangong Ye hugged An Lingqing, sighed fiercely, let tears flow from the corners of his eyes, and said "An Ling, I love you."

After experiencing the baptism of life and death, the two souls got closer. Although death was so close, but there are people who love each other who are willing to go to hell with themselves, it seems that even death has become a beautiful scene.

When he arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, although An Lingqing's face was flushed with cold, his eyes were full of surprise. He looked up at the high mountain covered with white snow, and his heart was peaceful. When he turned his head, he saw Nangong Ye looking sideways. Looking at him, his face flushed slightly, his eyes were bright, shy but sweet.

Stretching out his hand to tighten the thick white cloak, An Lingqing rested his head on Nangong Ye's chest. He had grown taller these days, so now his head could just rest on the front of Nangong Ye's left shoulder. You can wrap your hands around his shoulders, it feels so warm and comfortable, as if no matter how heavy the wind and snow is, he can only feel the temperature of Nangong Ye's body.

In the misty mountains, looking from behind, you can only see the backs of the two cuddling each other. In the white snowy field, you can only see a touch of blue, but the white that belongs to An Lingqing It has already melted into the snow and cannot be found, but as long as there is that faint blue, there will be no lack of that white.

Nangong Ye looked up at the vast Tianshan Mountains, and said softly, "Anling, I will take you to Dongying to see the cherry blossoms in spring next year."

An Lingqing stretched out his hand to take a beautiful snowflake, raised his head and smiled slightly, his hand was a little cold from the cold wind, but it didn't hinder his desire to touch Nangong Ye, he tapped lightly