"Let's eat. "Aunt Zhang was holding a dinner plate, and there were two bowls www.biquge.info of gruel with minced meat on the plate. "This bowl is Miss's. As he spoke, he brought it to Nangong Yue, "This bowl belongs to the little young master." As he spoke, he brought it to Nangong Chucai.

"Aunt Zhang, is there any difference between these two bowls of porridge?" Nangong Yue looked puzzled.

"No, what difference can be made in a pot. Aunt Zhang stroked the little girl's head with a loving face.

"Sister, let's change it, okay? Nangong Chucai pouted and knocked on the small table with a soup spoon.

"I asked, and it's all the same. Nangong Yue smiled and scooped a spoonful into her mouth.

"No, I'm going to drink my sister's. Nangong Chucai slapped the table with both hands and kept being coquettish.

"Okay, okay, just change it. Nangong Yue smiled and brought her bowl to Nangong Chucai.

This is the breakfast and dinner of the Nangong family, and the Nangong family pays attention to purity, so except for the incomparably sumptuous lunch and everyone eating around a large table, breakfast and dinner are handled at will. Although it is a casual response, there are no less than dozens of materials. This bowl of gruel with minced meat alone is made from dozens of precious ingredients and traditional Chinese medicine, not to mention the nutrition and deliciousness.

This month, playing with Nangong Yue every day, Nangong Chucai had a good time. Nangong Yuxuan and the others didn't feel too embarrassed for him as a child, and they were also kind when they met, although Nangong Chucai knew that they were pretending, but he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person, so he had to pretend to be close. Until one day, Nangong Yue went crazy!

Nangong Yue, who has always been petite and lovely, has become disheveled and babbling. And he kept tearing his clothes, his mouth was still dripping, and he was smirking stupidly. No matter who they talk about, they don't pay attention to it, they run around barefoot, and they like to talk nonsense. scared Chun Xing and Dong Mei stupidly, and desperately hugged Nangong Chucai. The subordinates of the Flying Feather Hall stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do. How understanding, what a lovely and pitiful lady of the Nangong family, how could she suddenly become like this? Everyone was sad, she was still so young, less than nine years old, could it be that this life was so wasted!

Nangong Chucai looked at Nangong Yue, and his heart hurt. He suddenly hated himself very much, knowing that the porridge was poisonous, why did he exchange it with her, and watch her drink it? Although it was her father and brother who poisoned her, it was himself who harmed her. Nangong Chucai squatted there, with a terrible headache, holding his head in his hands, wanting to cry, but he couldn't shed tears!

Nangong Yuxuan was also completely dumbfounded, every time he put a very small amount of drugs that stimulated nerves into the porridge, the target was his own nephew, but the last victim, how did he become his own daughter? People are crazy, no matter how good a therapist is, they can't heal her, unless she is a soul controller can repair her soul, but in the entire Frost Moon Empire, there is not necessarily one. Nangong Yuxuan suddenly had a feeling of regret, feeling ridiculous for what he had done, just because of jealousy, he buried his daughter's youth and his daughter's future. His heart was full of hatred, hatred for his father, hatred for his brother, hatred for his nephew, who was only three years old. He felt that all this stemmed from the injustice of the Nangong family to him.

Nangong Yue was imprisoned in a house on the highest floor, maybe this level is a lifetime. Even if the moon is closed in the future, the flowers are shy and the fish and geese are sunk, no one will come to appreciate it. Maybe in the future, when you're crazy enough, you can hold on to the window railing and look at the moon outside, but you don't know what to think. She is only eight years old, and she may still have a long life to live, and the longer she lives, the more sad it is.

"You two, the second master is looking for you to question. Aunt Zhang came in with a tired face.

Chun Xing and Dong Mei looked surprised, Nangong Yuxuan is looking for us, what can be the matter, the two of them didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly turned around and went to Nangong Yuxuan's residence.

Aunt Zhang came to me with hatred on her face, picked me up, turned around and walked out.

"Aunt Zhang, where are you going to take me?" Nangong Chucai looked puzzled.

"Don't ask so much. Aunt Zhang walked briskly. But it was in the direction of the Flying Feather Hall Garden.

"I don't want to go, I'm going to wait for Chunxing and Sister Dongmei. Nangong Chucai struggled.

Aunt Zhang covered Nangong Chucai's mouth with her hand, afraid that he would shout, but she was bitten by Nangong Chucai, and her palms hurt, but she couldn't let go.

With a plop, Nangong Chucai was thrown into the pool in the garden by Aunt Zhang, with a sad face, "Little master, please don't blame me, if you don't die, my whole family will be killed." ”

Nangong Chucai struggled in the water, shouting for help, but no one rushed over to help. On the edge of the pool, there was only one Aunt Zhang, kneeling on the ground, with tears on her face.

With a whoosh, a young man in white rushed over and cut Aunt Zhang into the water with a sword, but it was Nangong Bai.

"Brother Bai, save me. "Nangong Chucai was sick and rushed to the doctor.

"Brother Cai, I helped you get revenge, I'm sorry, my brother can't swim. Nangong Bai's face was sad, "If you hold on for a while, I'll call someone to save you." Nangong Bai asked, but stood still.

Nangong Chucai pretended to be so tired, so he rolled his eyes at Nangong Bai. Nangong Chucai also had two strokes in swimming in his previous life, and now although he is too small to swim fast, he is still not so easy to drown after all. With his hands and feet on the water, he swam to the edge of the pool and pulled the raised stones up to the shore. Nangong Bai on the opposite side was dumbfounded, this little guy was born to swim? It's incredible. Nangong Bai's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, that kid was in front of him, as long as he charged, he could be hacked to death. But he was afraid that he would not be able to survive if he killed his cousin so blatantly, and he was still the grandson that his grandfather valued the most. He hesitated, as if to make another important decision. This Nangong family, so eccentric, is the blood of the Nangong family, why does he Nangong Chucai have to appear nobler than others, and he has to enjoy so much doting. He is unwilling, he is jealous, since the day Nangong Chucai was born, he only has hatred and no family affection. The father's generation was pressed by Nangong Yudu's Dusk Xue Hall, could it be that the grandchildren should also be pressed by Nangong Chucai? Could it be that as a concubine, there will never be a day to turn over?

The long sword trembled lightly, a heavy cold light condensed on the sword, Nangong Bai's eyes became fierce, there are no outsiders here, only you and me, what does it matter if I kill you!

"Little Master, where are you?" Chun Xing and Dong Mei's voices came, looking extremely anxious and panicked. The killing intent in Nangong Bai's eyes gradually hidden, and he smiled lightly at Nangong Chucai, and turned to leave.

"I'm here. Nangong Chucai answered in a loud voice, and then he lost his strength and collapsed on the ground. Just now, he really felt Nangong Bai's murderous aura lock on him, but he disappeared in an instant. It turns out that being born in a wealthy family is not a good thing!

"Young master, you scared us to death. Chun Xing couldn't care about Nangong Chucai's wet body, and hugged him tightly, and the fullness of his chest made him almost out of breath.

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