Nan Yang didn't answer, but just lowered his head and took a bite of the sugar gourd with Qinghuan's hand. After a moment, with a hawthorn in his mouth, he said vaguely: "You...... Do you think I'm bored? ”

Qinghuan burst out laughing: "You asked this earlier when you came down from Kunlun, do you really care so much about this issue?" ”

"I've heard a lot of people say that in the past."

"Then why didn't you care about it before, but now you do?"

"It was them in the past, and now it's you," Nan Yang's voice was soft, wrapped in a faint touch of gentleness, "But I ...... After all, I have been a lord for so many years......"

Qinghuan understood what Nan Yang wanted to say, and interrupted her: "Then you say, who am I?" ”

Nan Yang lowered his head and thought for a while, and replied, "My apprentice." ”

"That's not right."

“…… Disciple of the Northern Punishment. ”

“…… Wrong. ”

"Qinghuan?"

"That's not right."

Nan Yang couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head: "What are you messing around, who are you not Qinghuan?" ”

"It's different, that's just my name, I can call many names," Qinghuan suddenly stopped, pulling Nan Yang to stop, "But I only have one identity." ”

Nan Yang stopped in place, tilted his head and quietly looked at Qinghuan's face, his expression was like the surface of a lake in early winter, his face was clearly covered with a thin layer of ice, but there was gentle water flowing smoothly under the ice. Many people have only seen this layer of ice, but only one person has seen the delicate softness under the ice.

Qing Huan swept the surroundings with his peripheral light, and in the morning, there was no one on this path. She stepped forward with peace of mind, holding Nan Yang's hand and forcing her back against the quaint brick wall, looking at Nan Yang's lowered eyebrows with extremely gentle eyes. The distance was too close, the bodies of the two were tightly together, and she could still hear Nan Yang's heartbeat in her chest, "Bang, Bang", so strong and powerful.

She rested her chin on Nan Yang's shoulder, her lips lightly pressed against Nan Yang's ear, and her voice was extremely low:

"I'm your wife."

Nanyang's ears were red as blood because of the damp heat.

"I like you in my heart, so you don't have to worry about being bored, I like everything about you. You can be the lord of everyone, but only my wife, and the last thing you need to worry about is me. Because I like you, I can spoil you, tolerate you, and forgive you without any conditions. ”

Nan Yang closed his eyes, turned his face sideways to touch Qinghuan's lips, and kissed him restrainedly and gently.

Qinghuan opened her eyes slightly and looked at Nan Yang's trembling eyelashes seriously.

Maybe he foresaw something, so he said that he would forgive her unconditionally. is appeasing Nan Yang, and it is also hinting to herself that this is the woman she likes, and she shouldn't be angry with her, no matter what happens.

The thoughts buried deep in my heart are like a new sprout, wanting to break through the ground, but they are always buried by that thin layer of soil, just waiting for the next opportunity, or a long time for it to be revealed.

Qinghuan gently held Nanyang's lips, soft and cool, with the sweetness of the sugar gourd icing, which made people unbearable to use a little more force, and they were unwilling to stop so shallowly.

When love is extreme, it is distressed to the extreme.

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The two followed the traces left by Junqiao all the way to the central suburbs, and found Junqiao's carriage and guards, while Junqiao stood on the side of the carriage with his hands, and Wuji, Wugong, and the nameless instructions that had been repaired.

Junqiao saw that Nan Yang had brought Qinghuan back, and his face was slightly soothing: "Fortunately, nothing happened, Qinghuan, get in the car first and change into clean clothes." ”

Qinghuan and Nan Yang looked at each other, and then got into the carriage first to change into the men's clothes on themselves.

Jun Qiao led Nan Yang to the side, snorted for a moment, and said, "Now out of Zhongyang City, all the way to the south, you can reach the Valley of Wild Flowers in four or five days." ”

"......," Nan Yang looked at her and continued.

Junqiao frowned: "I just received a message from the people in the valley, something strange happened, and I shouldn't have taken you back to the valley again." Can...... The situation in the Valley of Troubled Flowers is turbulent, and the situation is not optimistic, I still hope that you can go and help me, and I will remember the kindness of the northern punishment. ”

"What's the matter?"

“…… In fact, this matter has been showing signs since many years ago, not only in the Valley of Wild Flowers, but also in many sects in the Central Plains, there have been inexplicable disappearances of knights, but few have disappeared in previous years, and the Valley of Wild Flowers has never found anything out of the investigation. But just a few days ago, two elders disappeared in a row in the Valley of Troubled Flowers, and the people in the valley were in turmoil. I make a bold guess, this matter is probably inseparable from Wen Jinglei's secret entry into the Central Plains. ”

Nan Yang pondered for a moment and said, "The missing ones are all people who know martial arts?" ”

"Not only that, but it's all hard work."

"Don't make up your mind yet, no matter what, I'll definitely go back to the Valley of Wild Flowers with you, and I'll talk about it when I get there."

Jun Qiao bowed his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "My father's health is getting worse, and there are a lot of chores in the valley. I ......"

"It's hard for you to take on so many things at such a young age. Ordinary women, at your age, have become their own children, and live in peace. You're a lot more worried than many men. Nan Yang raised his hand and pressed Jun Qiao's shoulder.

Junqiao looked at Nan Yang's hand, looked at it for a while, and suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Are we friends now?" If you don't see me for a long time, will you forget me again? ”

Nan Yang hooked his lips and smiled: "You and I are naturally friends." I don't have many friends, so I won't forget about it. ”

"I saw you once when I was a child, and I saw you again many years ago, but you don't remember me. Now, I wish you knew me next time, and I would be satisfied. Junqiao looked away, and his voice was soft.

"In the future, you will be the valley master of the No. 1 faction in the Central Plains, and everyone in the world will know you."

While speaking, Qinghuan had changed his clothes and got out of the carriage. She was dressed in a moon-white moire crepe gown, her long loose hair was as delicate and beautiful as black obsidian, and her eyebrows and eyes gradually refined a quiet elegance and gentleness. Her appearance faintly shows a touch of grace and nobility that she has never had, like the sun on the sky through the clouds, dazzling, but not dazzling at all.

She held her long hair in one hand and a wooden comb in the other, and smiled at Nan Yang from afar:

"Master, help me comb my hair."

As soon as Nan Yang's gaze touched Qinghuan, he softened. She walked towards Qinghuan and stood still in front of her.

Qinghuan glanced at Junqiao not far away, and said, "I just vaguely saw a stream over there, I want to go there to wash my face, just a moment, can the young valley master wait?" ”

Jun Qiao bowed his head and silently agreed.

Qinghuan smiled at Nanyang, and the two of them entered the jungle next to the carriage one after the other, and walked towards the stream not far away.

Walking to the stream, Qinghuan found a clean place to sit down, patted some water on his face, and did not dry it, only straightened up, took off his shoes and socks, and soaked a pair of thin feet in the water.

Nan Yang stood behind her, holding a wooden comb and gently combing Qinghuan's long hair. Her hair was so long that it fell down, and the end was clinging to the clean stone behind her. She tilted her head slightly, and the sun fell, refracting a little light on her water-stained eyelashes, and even the tiny fluff of her ears and temples could be seen clearly.

"Master, what did the young valley master say to you?"

Nan Yang focused his gaze on Qing Huan's cheek, and for a moment, he slowly replied: "There is something in her valley recently, which is guessed to be related to the Burning Heaven Gate, and she wants me to go to the Ranhua Valley to help her." ”

"This trip was originally to go to the Valley of Wild Flowers." Qinghuan leaned back and leaned into Nan Yang's arms, she raised her head and looked at Nan Yang's face with a smile. Nan Yang was already hanging his head, and his long hair hung down and fell between Qinghuan's eyebrows.

"Sit down, your hair is still combed." Nan Yang raised his hand and tapped Qinghuan's forehead.

"Master, when was the last time you helped me comb my hair?" Qinghuan kept rubbing his head in Nan Yang's arms, squinting his eyes comfortably, "I like you to help me comb my hair, although ...... You are clumsy and clumsy, and it took a long, long time to comb a simple hairstyle when you were a child. ”

"Presumptuous." A light smile appeared on Nan Yang's face, and his fingers pinched Qinghuan's face and pulled it to the sides.

Qinghuan untied a hairband from his wrist and handed it to Nan Yang: "Well, this is the one you used to tie my hair for the first time." ”

Nan Yang stretched out his hand to take it, and only then did he take the headband, and he was grabbed by Qinghuan's wrist.

Qinghuan held Nan Yang's slender wrist, looked at the scar that was becoming more and more conspicuous in the sun, and frowned.

Nan Yang looked at her expression and chuckled: "What, don't you hate it for being ugly?" ”

"yes, disgusting." Qinghuan wrinkled her nose, pulled Nan Yang's hand, and gently pressed her lips against her wrist and nibbled lightly.

"Don't make a fuss, it's itchy. Sit down, or I'll be. Nan Yang touched Qinghuan's hair with his other hand, and his voice was light and smiling.

"What are you angry about...... I'm only angry when you talk to other women......" Qinghuan muttered vaguely.