The speed of the car was very fast, from the Valley of the Medicine King to the Mansion of the Marquis of Wuwen, that is, a quarter of an hour.

Therefore, when Jiang Louyue arrived at the door of the house, it was still a faint morning, and there were few pedestrians on the official road at the entrance of the house.

"I'm here, thank you, brother."

Jiang Louyue jumped out of the car and politely said goodbye to Emperor Jiuchen.

Emperor Jiuchen wanted to explain a few more words to Jiang Louyue, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a man's figure in the dark alley next to Wuwenhou's mansion, sneaky.

Jiang Louyue also noticed it, frowned slightly, and said, "This man, who is bookish, looks quite familiar. ”

Emperor Jiuchen's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I have seen him, he is the son of the Nangong Viscount family, and I once followed the master to ask his mother for a pulse." ”

"The son of the Nangong Viscount family?" Jiang Louyue thought for a while, and then suddenly realized, and said, "It's the famous Nangong Beiche, who specializes in writing small scripts in the workshop." ”

According to the order of princes, dukes, marquises, earls and viscounts, the titles of the Nangong family belong to the last class, and there are many declining nobles like Nangong Beiche in the imperial capital.

Even if they are born in the lineage, they are not qualified to practice martial arts, they can only learn literature, chant poems and lyrics all day long, or play chess and play the piano, and most of the literati in the imperial capital are born in decline and aristocrats.

And the reason why Nangong Beiche is famous is because he is good at compiling stories, and most of them are related to male and female ****, what goblins and ghosts, what talented and beautiful women, what life and death promises, and there have been countless love stories that can be sung and cried under his pen.

This kind of text, printed in a small book, packed in a book, is extremely popular in the market, especially the girls and ladies who are hidden in the boudoir.

However, Nangong Beiche's reputation is not so good among men.

Nine out of ten of the orthodox literati spurned him, looked down on him, and regarded him as the scum of the literati, which was deeply despised.

In fact, in her previous life, Jiang Louyue also secretly went to buy Nangong Beiche's little talk, and it was called a relish when she read it.

"Nangong Gongzi, what are you doing hiding in the dark alley in front of my house, if you have anything to say, go into the mansion and say it."

Jiang Louyue didn't have a sense of disgust for this man, and her tone was quite polite.

Nangong Beiche was startled when he heard someone talking behind him, and when he turned his head, his face was white, as if he was stunned, and even his speech was fragmented: "Seven...... Miss Seven......"

"You know me, huh?" Jiang Louyue was a little surprised, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she had never met Nangong Beiche.

"Hmm......" Nangong Beiche lowered his head slightly, with a little embarrassment in his voice, and said, "I've heard Ziyou mention you before, and I've seen it from afar." ”

Purple Shadow?

Jiang Louyue's heart "chuckled" for a moment, and she said in surprise: "Do you know my third sister?" ”

"yes, yes." Nangong Beiche raised his head, his eyes were not big, they were still the kind of clean and delicate single eyelids, but he looked very comfortable, his appearance was handsome, completely different from Di Jiuchen's aggressive and aggressive appearance.

"Nangong Gongzi is here to find my third sister." Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes flashed a hint of clarity, and said, "However, my third sister is not very well now, and she needs to recuperate for a few months, so it is not very convenient to meet guests." ”

The third sister's pregnancy is still hidden in the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion, and it can't be revealed to outsiders.

"Ziyou, she's sick? Does it matter? Is it serious to have to recuperate for months? “

Nangong Beiche immediately became excited, his eyes were full of worry, and his inquiring tone was full of concern.

Jiang Louyue was slightly stunned and said, "Nangong Gongzi, you ......"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Nangong Beiche realized his gaffe, his ears were slightly red, his eyes were slightly embarrassed, he lowered his head, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Louyue's eyes, "I'm just ...... Just ......"

Jiang Louyue couldn't help but be suspicious, looked at Nangong Beiche twice, and said tentatively: "My third sister is fine, but her stomach is a little uncomfortable, and she has a ...... in her womb."

"Belly? In the womb? Nangong Beiche suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale, and asked in a trembling voice, "Purple Shadow has a ...... in the womb What was born? ”

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she already had a plan in her heart.

"It's nothing, take a few pills, and it will be resolved." Jiang Louyue deliberately dragged out her tone, looking a little careless.

"No! Can't eat! Nangong Beiche suddenly raised his voice, like a fried cat, "How can you give Ziyou that kind of thing!" ”

"Huh? What kind of thing? Jiang Louyue had an expression that I didn't know anything, "I'm sick and don't take medicine, how can I get better?" ”

Nangong Beiche was anxious, glared at Jiang Louyue with a look of condemnation, and said, "How can you mutilate little lives?!" ”

"What little life? My third sister was born in the womb of a ruffian, and the ruffian also has life, this is the first time I have heard of it. The corners of Jiang Louyue's lips hooked up a meaningful arc.

Nangong Beiche immediately stiffened, like a wooden stake, standing in place, with his mouth half open: "Ruffian...... Ruffian? ”

"yes, yes." Jiang Louyue nodded matter-of-fact and said, "Otherwise, what do you think it is, Son?" Kids? ”

Nangong Beiche lowered his head guiltily, and his body trembled slightly.

Jiang Louyue saw that it was almost over, and when she saw it, she accepted it, changed her playful tone, and said in a deep voice: "Nangong Gongzi, Ming people don't say secret words, when will you come to Wuwenhou's mansion to propose marriage?" ”

"I'm ......" When Nangong Beiche raised his head, a faint twilight haze had already covered those extremely clean little eyes, "Miss Seven, don't mess with me, just give me a quasi-letter, Ziyou, is she ......?"

It was difficult to say the latter words, but Nangong Beiche still endured his shame, stretched out a hand, put it on his abdomen, and gestured.

The smile on Jiang Louyue's lips disappeared, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, "You are the child's father." ”

"Really?" Nangong Beiche's face crossed with surprise, "Great, great, my Nangong family has a queen." ”

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy, Nangong Gongzi, when will you come to marry my third sister? My third sister can't hide this for long. Jiang Louyue's expression became serious.

Nangong Beiche nodded heavily, and said, "Miss Seven, don't worry, prepare in the next home, before noon, you will definitely send a matchmaker to the door to propose marriage!" ”

After speaking, Nangong Beiche clasped his hands into fists and saluted Jiang Louyue.

Seeing that Nangong Beiche was gone, the corners of Jiang Louyue's lips hooked up with a light smile.

The third sister's matter, my father attaches great importance to it, and if it can be good, it will undoubtedly be the best result