The wind on the top of the mountain was as hard as a knife, and it swirled and pounced on people with snow on the trees. Ling Caiwei choked on the snow a few times and kept sneezing. Although he was wrapped in a white fox cloak, he was still shivering from the cold.

Nan Ronglie did not give up, and called the master who was about to close the door of the nunnery: "Master Miaoyun, why is Allah not seeing guests? I have already sent someone to hand over the prayer sticker yesterday, and her old man did not refuse. Is she sick?"

"If you don't see a guest, you don't see a guest, and the donor still invites you back. Master Miaoyun didn't raise his eyelids, but only glanced at Ling Caiwei beside Nan Ronglie when he turned around, and then unceremoniously took his disciple into the nunnery and closed the door.

"Mrs. Shi. Four or two slapped the door of the nunnery, wanting them to change their minds, it is okay to see the guests, at least let them go in and drink hot tea. As soon as he was angry, the force of banging on the door increased.

"Four taels, go to the back mountain. "Nam Ronglie knows Mrs. Miaozhen's temper, and no one wants to reverse what she has decided.

Ling Caiwei thought about Shi Tai's gaze as she swept over her, and it didn't seem to be friendly. She didn't have a grudge against anyone when she first came to Nanguo, maybe she was too worried.

Four or two pushed Nan Ronglie to the back mountain. She refused to get on the pole and followed the prince like everyone else, heading towards the back hill against the wind.

It is said that it is going to the back mountain, but in fact, it is not far, and it is there by bypassing a bamboo forest behind Yongqing Nunnery.

The rhizomes of the bamboo are buried in the snow, and they grow sluggishly and have the potential to die. "Defending the country is the paradise of bamboo, why is bamboo planted here?" Ling Caiwei's self-talk reached Nan Ronglie's ears, and he also said to himself loudly: "Some people like it." ”

"Does liking mean changing the nature of bamboo, forcibly planting them in places where they can't grow? Sometimes this liking is a cruel persecution of others. Ling Caiwei's anger has not subsided, and her words are all harsh.

"You don't know if it's not bamboo, how do you know it doesn't like it here? Maybe it's tired of the four seasons of your country, and likes the changing spring, summer, autumn and winter of our southern country. Zifei knows the joy of fish. ”

"Zi Fei Fei knows the suffering of fish. Ling Caiwei teased him one by one, and her mood gradually brightened.

Siliang watched happily from the side, grinning all the way, eating a lot of snow ballast, and he was so cold that he inhaled. The guards followed behind, and when they saw that their masters were in a good mood, they were all in good spirits.

Talking about the trouble, and then raising my eyes, a piece of blue bricks and tiles, there are patriotic style buildings standing in front of me. A pair of jade unicorns in front of the door, and the door plaque is engraved with three vermilion characters: Jingxin Zhai. Ling Caiwei was very happy to see it, and wondered who built it.

A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper had already come out of the courtyard and respectfully greeted the prince and princess. The group was also tired, and they didn't say anything for a while, and they hurried back to the room to keep warm. The yard is three out and three in. The guards lived in the outer courtyard, the prince and Siliang stayed in the main hall for the time being to deal with some affairs, and the princess was led into the back hall by a maid.

Lime and Lu Mo were left in the prince's mansion by Ling Caiwei to familiarize her with the affairs of the mansion, so that she could get out of the prince's sight and do some private affairs, so that she could inquire about the whereabouts of Princess Yishu.

Although she has been a daughter for thirteen years, experienced the destruction of her family, and been a palace maid for six years, she has long let go of her delicate body and is used to the comfort of no one to serve her.

It's getting late. The prince sent a message to say that she had something to eat alone, and she was also happy, ate some fast, went out to see the scenery in the courtyard, and then washed up and fell asleep.

In a daze, I always felt that my face was itchy and uncomfortable, and I was shocked to realize that it was insects crawling on my face, so I sat up in fright. Unexpectedly, she was colliding with a masked face, and it hurt so much that she was about to burst into tears.

The man was unharmed, watching the excitement with his hands on his chest.

"It's you, why are you here? It's not good to see you every time. Ling Caiwei rubbed her delicate little nose and looked at the Pavilion Master of the Iron Blood Pavilion, who hadn't appeared for a long time.

Nam Rongyeol, who was wearing a mask, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on top of her head, changing his voice to tease her: "I miss you, can't I come and see you?" For some reason, he preferred to face her in such an identity.

"Don't mess with my hair. Ling Caiwei pushed his hand away, got out of bed and put on her shoes and walked to the mirror to check her makeup, secretly glad that she slept honestly, and her clothes and makeup were all right.

"Don't take a picture, I like to see what you look like. He made way for her and teased her by sitting on the chair next to the bed.

Ling Caiwei was pierced by him, and her face was slightly hot: "I love to talk nonsense." I'm afraid my hair will be scratched by your claws. Also, my current identity is the crown princess, you are not allowed to joke in the future, stay three feet away from me, be careful that the prince destroys your Iron Blood Pavilion. Ling Caiwei solemnly warned him.

Nan Ronglie's originally gloomy mood turned out to be like a spring breeze after hearing these words. Although the crown prince and the Iron Blood Pavilion master are both him, for Ling Caiwei, the prince is her husband. And a man in a mask is not to be approached. Hearing her respect for the crown prince, I was very happy in my heart.

But their relationship seems to have entered a strange circle, and he wants to be with her as the pavilion master, without entanglement of interests. But it can't, at least not now. And she, at the moment, is shy about getting too close to the masked man.

The prince had to disguise himself as a patient in front of her, and he couldn't go too far, otherwise the eyes of countless spies in the dark would transmit the information to Nanhou in time, and his plan would fail. And this status of the pavilion master made him and her disobey the secular etiquette. You can't do it left or right. He had planned to reveal his identity to her after purging the enemy, but now it seems that he is going to change his plan.

It turns out that the more secrets a person has, the more he is subjected to it and suffers from it.

Seeing Wu Fujun's eyes staring at him in a daze, Ling Caiwei's cheeks burned even more. She was worried that the prince would come back suddenly, and when she saw this scene of misunderstanding, she also wanted to know if the poison in him had been solved that day, and her heart was entangled. "Wu Fujun, what are you in a daze, the poison on your body is good?"

Ling Caiwei shouted twice in a row, and Nan Ronglie realized that he was calling him.

"When it comes to the poison on me, I've always wanted to ask how you got it? The dust on the roof that day wasn't toxic at all, otherwise I wouldn't have ignored it. ”

Ling Caiwei pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled quite proudly: "You have to use some thought to deal with the Iron Blood Pavilion Master who is famous in the rivers and lakes, otherwise I can poison you with the toxicity you master?" The dust is ordinary pollen, and the key is that the incense I lit caused the toxicity of pollen. This is called returning the way of the other to the other. ”

Nan Ronglie likes her baht and will be rewarded. Being a man should be like this, treat those who are kind to him and know how to cherish the return, and treat those who calculate themselves must be merciless, and revenge will be avenged, like his style. I thought his marriage was a political marriage, but I didn't expect to get a baby, it must be that he has accumulated too much virtue and done good deeds on weekdays, and God shoehorned it into his woman.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, forgetting that he was wearing a mask at the moment, and he was still the Lord of the Iron Blood Pavilion to her, so he impulsively stood up and stopped her by the shoulders and turned around the room, pressing her directly against the wall, not allowing her to hesitate, and kissed her fiercely.

Her head exploded, and it was impossible to push him away.

His arms were like an impenetrable copper wall around her, and his lips were hot, and she panicked. His mask was cold against her face, dissolving her hot cheeks. There was still a hint of reason in her mind reminding her that she couldn't do this, couldn't be like this.

"Don't. Let me go. No. ”

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