has been with An Ning for a long time, and after knowing Yang Xi's preferences, Qiao Ying is getting bigger and smaller. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

An Ning was blocked, her face was flat, and she decided not to talk to Qiao Ying all the way.

There was a sudden commotion at the back of the team, and Mama Fang and Qingyan, who were following the side of the carriage, immediately became nervous. Because of An Ning's identity on this trip, coupled with An Ning's injury last time, there were a lot of guards arranged, and if something happened at this time, it would only be a big deal.

Qiao Mobai led a few guards to rush towards the back of the team, and Qiao Ying leaned out worriedly to look.

They came back soon, Qiao Mobai's face was very serious, and he was holding a young man about ten years old in his arms, dirty, as if he had crawled out of the grass.

It was Qiao Xu.

Qiao Ying sighed, leaned out and wanted to hug him: "Why did you come with me." Qiao Xu was scared and stubborn, and he didn't say a word.

Qiao Mobai raised his hand and slapped him hard, and his hand was extremely crisp.

An Ning didn't expect such a gentle person as Qiao Mobai to say that he would fight, Qiao Xu quickly had a red mark on his cheek, and there were ninja tears in his eyes, but he refused to fall, and finally cried loudly: "You don't take me to play, you don't take me to play!" ”

Qiao Ying was distressed to death, and patted Qiao Mobai: "Okay, okay." Stretched out his hand and carried Qiao Xu into the carriage.

Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang was extremely meticulous, and all kinds of clothes were prepared in the carriage, so Qiao Ying took off Qiao Xu's dirty coat for him to change. Qiao Mobai watched from the side of the carriage and nodded towards An Ning: "Crash into Your Highness." An Ning wanted to say that it didn't matter, Qiao Mobai had already beaten his horse to rectify the team.

Qiao Ying nagged while comforting Qiao Xu in her arms: "I said you, if you want to go out, just say it, if your father knows about it, you can't be killed." As soon as Qiao Xu heard Qiao Zheng's name, he trembled a little, and his crying was quiet. Qiao Ying looked back at An Ning and made a grimace: "Don't look at my brother like that, it's terrible to start a temper, my mother said that my brother is most like my father." ”

After all, it is a family of soldiers, An Ning looked at these brothers and sisters, and felt that it was novel and interesting, the boys were raised by strict rules, but the girls were pampered like flowers in the greenhouse.

The child's temperament comes and goes quickly. may be used to being beaten, Qiao Xu soon stopped crying, his eyes rolled, and he began to look at An Ning carefully, he is older than An Ning next year, but he cried in front of An Ning, he was very embarrassed.

An Ning had no choice but to pretend not to see it, but the corners of her mouth slowly rose, and the gloomy mood of the past few days was like a cloud, gradually becoming clearer.

Prince Anqing walked into Yang Zheming's house while holding a small fold.

Their father and son look very similar, their eyebrows and eyes are delicate and slightly weak, but Prince Anqing pays attention to maintenance and takes care of himself, but he seems to be much healthier than Yang Zheming.

Yang Zheming stood at the door, watching the little guys go in and out to pack up their things, his eyes were indifferent, and his figure was lonely.

Prince Anqing hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and handing him the fold: "The approval of the prince to ask for sealing has come down." ”

Yang Zheming stretched out his hand to take it, didn't look at it, and threw it in the packed wooden box, where were stacks of books that had been arranged, and the slightly exposed corner was his flamboyant handwriting.

Prince Anqing paused and asked, "Don't you take a look?" Yang Zheming's gaze swept over him: "Besides me, will you set up others?" ”

This title is like the icing on the cake for him, there is the best, and it doesn't matter without him.

It's just that he doesn't want to leave it to Yang Zhemin.

Prince Anqing was not annoyed by his son, and sighed: "Are you just leaving Jindu like this?" Yang Zheming casually stopped a small guy and pointed to the box under his feet for him to carry away: "This is not something you should worry about. ”

He walked into the house, his room was not large, most of it was occupied by bookshelves, and most of the books on it were also taken by him. The desk was very old, and he had been practicing on it all year round, and the ink was stained, and some of it could not be wiped clean. A wolf pen hung on the shelf, and some of the pen barrels were held out by him for deep seals, and he was ready to leave them all, but also to miss his mother.

Before leaving the door, a little maid walked in and handed over a package of clothes: "It was sewn by Concubine Dan herself in the past few days." Yang Zheming stretched out his hand to take it, stroked it carefully, and handed it to the black eagle beside him: "Put it in my car." ”

Concubine Dan was sad because Yang Zheming was leaving, and she fell ill, so Yang Zheming didn't plan to let her send it. He put a letter in the little maid's hand: "When she wakes up, give her the letter." ”

Only when mentioning his mother, Yang Zheming's expression was much gentler. Prince Anqing watched from the sidelines and sighed.

Walking out of Prince Anqing's mansion, the carriage and the guards were already ready to go, he opened the curtain and wanted to get into the car, and then turned around and looked at Prince Anqing: "That woman, she won't live long, you should be ready." Prince Anqing's eyes darkened and he nodded.

Yang Zheming looked up at the door plaque on the palace - Prince Anqing's Mansion, the domineering handwriting was given by the saint.

In his previous life, he left the Anqing palace full of grief and humiliation, and once swore that everything here would be held in his hands and destroyed.

I didn't expect that one day in this life, he would be kicked out of Jindu by a woman.

At the very least, he was convinced.

It's just that he doesn't know if he can come back alive and become the master of this palace.

Still, that's fine.

He got into the carriage and never looked back, but the wheels rolled and drove forward.

The convoy of the Anqing Prince's Mansion went out of the north gate, and there was a Wanggui Pavilion, and relatives and friends sent each other off.

There are almost no people close to Yang Zheming, and there may only be a few who can be regarded as friends. At present, King Xi is still inseparable from Dong Jingyi, Dong Jingyi can't come out of the palace, so he sent him a bunch of medicines.

Yang Zheming's friend Zhu Sanshao waited here early with his people, and he was also dressed up and never returned. When he saw Yang Zheming coming, he stepped forward, buckled on the door of the carriage, and smiled at the people in the carriage: "Your sick body, you still go to Jinzhong, can you stand it?" ”

Yang Zheming was holding a cup of tea, reclining on a soft pillow to rest, his posture was lazy, his expression was comfortable, he glanced at him lightly with squinted eyes, and his tone was indifferent: "Nosy." ”

Zhu Sanshao laughed.

Several people came galloping on horseback, dressed in white, black trench coats, and the pattern on the trench coat was golden and mysterious. The first few people beat their horses and retreated to the sides, and rode up from behind, the figure on the horse was slender and tall, the horses under his crotch were snow-white without a trace of dust, and his face wore a crescent-colored mask with gold wisp patterns, delicate and mysterious, which made people daunting.

When Zhu Sanshao saw it, his expression was grim and he straightened up. Everyone showed expressions of surprise and awe, and they all dismounted and knelt on the ground.

It is rumored in Daliang that Zhang Tianshi has the ability to reach the heavens, knows the heavenly opportunities, and lives with the heavens, and rarely sets foot in the mortal world. Even if the emperor has any doubts, he will go to Qinglong Mountain in person.

Therefore, the emperors of all dynasties had great respect for the disciples of Qinglong Mountain and treated each other with national courtesy.