"Anan, I, I gave the prince a laxative, will it affect Feng Yaxuan?" Zheng Xiaowo was in Nanxiang's arms, and asked him with a little uneasiness.

Nan Xiang blinked his narrow phoenix eyes, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Don't worry, that person has a request for me now, it's too late to protect Feng Yaxuan, how can he find trouble." ”

Pulling the silk quilt high and covering the back of the person in his arms, Nan Xiang lowered his head and kissed Zheng Xiao's head softly, "One qiē has me, Ah Xiao don't worry." ”

Zheng Xiao was even more uneasy, he had a request for him, the dignified prince, what did the prince in the building need to do?

Half-propped up, Zheng Xiao frowned slightly and looked at Nan Xiang, who was half-squinting, and asked worriedly, "What does the prince ask you to do?" Is there any danger?"

Nan Xiang opened his eyes, his radiant eyes met Zheng Xiao's dark eyes, and after half a ring, Nan Xiang looked away and got up and sat up.

If you don't tell Zheng Xiao, it will worry him in vain, so it doesn't matter, since he is my pillow person, where is there any reason to hide from him.

"Ah Xiao, listen to me," Nan Xiang took Zheng Xiao's hand, his gentle palm was as warm as jade, "The prince sent me to seduce the third prince, and the reward was that he would fulfill one of my wishes." I agreed. ”

As the words fell, Zheng Xiao's eyes widened, his breathing was short, his lips trembled and he was eager to say it, but he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry," Nan Xiang smiled, took Zheng Xiao's hand and covered his warm chest, and said softly in a clear voice: "It's all just a joke, Ah Xiao don't take it seriously, my every qiē belongs to you, and this has never changed now or in the future." ”

Zheng Xiao's mood is complicated and unspeakable, even if he knows that it is a play, his Nanxiang wants to take the initiative to attract the attention of others, but he is very unwilling, but where is the prince's request that they can refuse, and since Nanxiang has made a decision, it means that this matter is imperative, he took a hard breath, suppressed the monstrous vinegar in his heart, hung his arms sullenly, and looked down at the side with a wilt.

Nan Xiang knew that Zheng Xiao acquiesced in his heart, and when he saw his deeply stricken appearance, he felt uncomfortable, lowered his head and leaned to Zheng Xiao's head, squinted his eyes, and looked at him with a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zheng Xiao tilted his head even more, deliberately pouting and ignoring him, Nan Xiang was helpless, gently pushed his head against his head, and called his name with a smile: "Ah Xiao, good Ah Xiao, forgive Ah Nan." ”

Zheng Xiao didn't hold back, laughed, Nan Xiang hugged him, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Zheng Xiao buried his head in Nan Xiang's arms, closed his eyes, like an ostrich escaping a qiē, half loud, and said, "I want to be with you, watch you, don't be bullied by the third prince." ”

How could Nanxiang not agree, he didn't care about the three princes, the crown prince, let Zheng Xiao see with his own eyes how he designed to induce the three princes, so that he could feel at ease.

"Okay, Ah Xiao wants to protect me. He joked.

"Hmm!" Zheng Xiao nodded heavily.

The most beautiful advection April day, the pear blossoms all over the city are disturbed, after the drizzle, the light wind takes away the petals, like a falling snow, the whole city is full of poetic meaning.

In April, the royal family worships the ancestors, the mighty yellow-clothed guards are full of loaded guns, escorting the royal relatives to the suburbs in the morning, and the memorial music played by the chimes outside the city is low and solemn, and it can't help but echo in the streets and alleys of the city.

Feng Yaxuan slowly slid out of the back door of a medium-sized carriage made of sandalwood, with a golden bell decorated under the red treasure cover, which made a crisp bell with the shaking of the carriage.

Nan Xiang sat in the carriage, boredly playing with the white jade bottle in his hand, from time to time opened the curtain to look at Zheng Xiao who was driving, sitting straight on the wooden board of the car, holding the reins with a strict face, the carriage drove very smoothly under his control, obviously a child, it looked unexpectedly reliable.

The corners of Nan Xiang's mouth unconsciously overflowed with a smile, threw the white jade bottle aside, hugged his arms, and looked at Zheng Xiaolai quietly.

The carriage drove to the suburbs, did not take the main city gate occupied by the royal family, took the small city gate on the north side, and drove along the winding bluestone road to Phoenix Mountain in the north of the flat stream.

Phoenix Mountain is gentle, green grass, and there are not too many tall trees, which is an ideal place for the dignitaries and nobles in the stratoflow city to bury their bones.

On weekdays, in order to take care of the royal family, there will always be officials who come to worship on the second day of the royal family's ancestors, so today's Phoenix Mountain is quiet, and there is only one carriage in Nanxiang.

Soon arrived at the destination, Nan Xiang walked down from the carriage, holding a bouquet of pear blossoms in his hand, and took Zheng Xiao to a tomb made of white marble.

Nan Xiang stopped in front of the stele for a long time, staring at the snow characters on the stele with deep eyes, and the whole person was full of sadness.

Zheng Xiao was shocked, except when he saw Nan Xiang sitting on the railing and looking at the north when he was a child, there was sadness in his eyes, and he had never seen him like this again.

Xue, who is he? Does he live in the north? What is his relationship with Nanxiang? Is it his parents?

Although he had doubts in his heart, Zheng Xiao didn't come forward to disturb him, Nan Xiang, who had always smiled lightly, also had a sad side in his heart, Nan Xiang looked at the tombstone, Zheng Xiao looked at him quietly, he wanted to remember Nan Xiang at this moment, remember the real him.

The snow-white pear petals were blown down on the tombstone by the wind, Nanxiang lowered his head, looked at the pear bouquet in his hand, sighed for a long time, and put it under the tombstone.

"Ah Xiao," Nan Xiang's clear voice asked slowly, "Look, what does this pear blossom look like?"

Zheng Xiao tilted his head and looked at the pear blossoms carefully, fragrant and white, could it be: "Glutinous rice cake?"

"Poof," Nan Xiang smiled, the sadness at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was like dewdrops meeting the sun, all of which dissipated.

"It's Xuehua," knocking on Zheng Xiao's head, Nan Xiang smiled, "You, is there anything else in your head besides eating?"

"Yes," Zheng Xiao smiled when he saw him, and his heart was like eating honey, "and Nanxiang." ”

These sweet words fell in his ears, which rarely made Nanxiang blush.