"You have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and when the Queen Mother will rest, you have the final say. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Another eunuch took the lantern from the previous eunuch and scolded in a shrill voice. Because this eunuch entered the palace early and was older, he often liked to be powerful in front of newcomers.

"Also, the horizontal and vertical Jin Andian is taken care of by Aunt Ruhua, and Ping Su Niangniang has never supported us. Let's keep a proper vigil, it's your turn. ”

"Okay, let's go, let's go, it's okay to be nosy!"

After some handover, the stone bridge 100 meters away from Jin Andian restored its tranquility, two columns of eunuchs standing vigil as usual, and a few newcomers couldn't stay sleepy and took a nap.

The moon rose over the treetops, and the buildings lay as quiet as any white night.

The last light in the Jiaofang Hall was also faintly extinguished, and Nan Qingxue was already preparing to rest under the service of the palace maids, and the two bowls of fetal pills that were poured down before going to bed made her very unhappy.

Two girls stood at the front door for vigil. Nan Qingxue lay down comfortably and heard a knock on the window outside the door.

Xue Fei sat up with a carp, showing the speed and alertness that only a person who has practiced martial arts can have. She listened intently out the window, trying to recapture the unsettling knock on the window. Maybe it was a pre-dream hallucination.

"Niangniang, what's wrong with Niangniang. Lu'er, who was on duty at night, saw Nan Qingxue suddenly get up and hurriedly went to serve.

There were ripples in Nan Qingxue's eyes, as if she was suddenly awake just now, and there were two distinct "knocks" outside the window.

This voice is inaudible.

Lu'er saw Nan Qingxue carefully holding her belly out of bed, and said to her loudly: "I can't sleep in this palace, I think the fetus in my womb is making trouble again, and if you want to go out for a walk, you don't have to follow." I always feel upset when someone follows me. ”

"But someone has to take care of ......" Lu'er was not very reassured.

"Came back in a moment. If anything goes wrong, this palace will bear it for you. Nan Qingxue glanced at Lu'er impatiently, put on her shoes and left.

At the same time, Lu'er was worried and had many doubts about Xue Fei's light posture of bending over to put on shoes. She didn't dare to follow, so she could only wait anxiously by the door.

"Dad!" walked to a path shaded by oleander trees all the way to Nan Qingxue after seeing the back of the person in front of her clearly, and then called softly.

The man was originally standing straight with his back to her, but now he turned his face solemnly and didn't say anything, just raised his spacious cuffs and held Nan Qingxue's hand.

"What is this?" Nan Qingxue was flustered, but still took a square thing.

Nan Aotian withdrew the sleeve, lowered his voice and said, "Plan, ahead of schedule." The key step is left to you to do, first, as the next head of the Nine Pavilion, you should do one thing to show your loyalty to the Nine Pavilion, and second, after doing this, you don't think about what possibility there is with the emperor again. ”

"Daddy......" Although it was the middle of winter, Nan Qingxue could feel that the hand she was holding something was soaked with sweat, and there was originally a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, which was blown by the wind and dissipated.

"Why can't Dad wait any longer, the emperor will ......not live long" Nan Qingxue breathed the cold air deeply, and her voice was so small that she couldn't even hear it.

"Since you know that he will not live long, you should not have any undue nostalgia. The head of the house should not be tempted by any ordinary man. ”

"Why is it me, I didn't have that kind of eloquence since I was a child. Nan Qingxue put the square thing into her cuffs, her voice trembled, as if she had paid a lot of courage to ask a word.

"Qinglin is fighting outside, Qingyun has an indecisive personality and the kindness of a woman, Dad can't trust anyone, Dad can only count on you. ”

"Doesn't Dad obviously have a daughter?" This sentence blew out along the cold wind, making Nan Aotian sense a hint of rebellion from this daughter for the first time. Nan Qingxue is arrogant and obedient at most, but she has never resisted in the real sense. But now something is different.

"Yue'er is unruly, and because of Xi Niang, she still doesn't have a father like me in her heart, and she has not received serious martial arts training, but she is a stubborn girl, such a big responsibility, can my father put it on her?"

"I also want to be a stubborn girl in my father's eyes. Nan Qingxue raised her eyes and whispered something that she couldn't hear clearly. Snow drifted in the sky, which made her eyes sparkle, and finally lowered her head and said, "I remember everything my father confessed." The daughter's current status is not suitable to stay here for a long time. ”

"Well, go ahead. Nan Aotian's voice softened a little, and then disappeared into the wind and snow.

The snowflakes on the main street of the imperial city became bigger and bigger, like clumps of cotton falling down, draping Nan Aotian's body. This prime minister, who looks weak in his forties, still wears a single-layer robe without cotton even in the middle of winter, which is a habit left over from his years of martial arts.

Nan Xiang goes out without servants, which is also his usual practice, so he always looks very thin.

Now, two lines of fresh footprints have been left on the fresh snow layer of Suzaku Street, which stretches all the way to the Nanfu Mansion. Judging by the snow, they will be completely covered in less than two hours.

"Sir. The servant guarding the door answered, but only faintly.

The lights in the flower hall were on, which made Nan Aotian a little suspicious. When Feng Yanchen was young, the lights in the flower hall were often turned on all night, in order to wait for him to come back from outside.

He forgot what day the lights went out suddenly, and the geese began to rest early. Although Nan Aotian felt uncomfortable for a moment on the day he saw the lights dim for the first time, he still quickly got used to it, after all, he had already told him not to wait for him.

Since Nan Qingyun left, Feng Yanji had slept earlier. The lights in the flower hall were permanently off.

Nan Aotian strode into the mansion, with a trace of unwarranted expectation and doubt, and walked in the direction of the flower hall.

In the wind and snow outside the gate of Nanfu, an old man walked leisurely, dressed in rags and linen, and carried a bamboo cane in his hand. His linen-colored straw-like outfit made people think at first glance that he was a beggar who had been living in Gyeonggi all year round.

But the beggar was tall and not stiff on his back. At best, his hair is messy, and his brow is gray. The most important thing is his demeanor when he walks in the wind and snow, like stepping peacefully on a snow-white carpet, and he looks more like he is stepping on the earth than begging.

When he walked to the door of the Nanfu, the beggar's pace slowed down for a moment, and the small eyes he exposed on the tattered scarf glanced at the plaque in front of the prime minister's house as if carelessly, and then lowered his head and continued to stride his way.

The scarf was torn off at will, and the two meat buns taken out of his arms made the family guarding the door of Nanfu feel that the life of this down-and-out man was very sweet.