Jiang Chengjia was amazed by his physique, he couldn't move because of the injury of the court staff on his back in the morning, and when he went to see him at night, he was able to sit in the study to correct the papers, and at this moment it was as if he was not injured, so... This extraordinary physical strength was completely unbearable for her.

She began to be unable to think rationally, and her consciousness drifted away a little, and she inadvertently hummed a few low, but it gave him even more stimulation. She endured it at first, but in the end, she couldn't scream directly, crying pear blossoms with rain, and was frightened by his strength that seemed to rub her into her bones.

But he didn't stop, and the toss turned out to be late at night. The moonlight became more and more cold, and Luoyang was shrouded in milky white, a silvery snow. Ning Nan was lying on the messy mattress, and when his wheezing gradually subsided, Jiang Chengjia, who was already falling apart and paralyzed, fell into silence and fell asleep tiredly.

He was leaning, sweaty, and uncomfortable. So he lightly took a silk scarf, soaked it in water, wiped Jiang Chengjia's body first, cleaned up the filth, and straightened himself again, then lay down heavily, hugged Jiang Chengjia, who had fallen asleep, exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Chengjia slept dimly in the dark, and when she woke up, it was already dawn, and she was shocked that something was wrong. Today was supposed to be her and Ning Nanwu going to the Dusk Xunxuan where Mrs. Cao lived first to ask for peace, but now at this hour, it has already passed the morning awakening. The person beside her was long gone, and she couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that he was covered in injuries, why did he run around early in the morning?

So he hurriedly got up, and as soon as he moved, he felt that his lower body was sour and heavy. She paused, remembering the scene last night, she smiled shyly and sweetly, slowly lifted the futon, turned her head to look, and saw that a set of clothes had been neatly placed on the lacquer table, thinking that Ning Nan had prepared it for her.

Jiang Chengjia took the clothes and put them on quietly, but when he got out of bed, he felt that his legs were sore and soft, and he couldn't stand up. At this moment, the tightly sealed door was gently pushed open, and a tall and slender figure slowly stepped into the room.

She looked up into the man's eyes, and saw that the man's eyes were full of tenderness, and her figure was in the black hole. Jiang Chengjia blushed again for some reason, retracted his legs that had put down the bed, covered his cheeks at a loss, and didn't dare to look at him directly.

Ning Nan was worried at this moment, and his posture was clear, as if he had swept away all the sadness. He leaned towards Jiang Chengjia with steady steps, and saw her closing her eyes shyly, covering her face with her hands, and feeling deep in pity.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched the little furry head hiding inside, and said softly, "The hour is not early, can't Ah Luo still pay it?" ”

Jiang Mengluo opened her fingers slightly, looked at him with a pair of dark and bright beautiful eyes from the gap, and said depressedly, "Erlang is embarrassed to say, who is to blame when I get up at this hour." ”

She muttered quietly, telling Ning Nan to be happy and happy.

He reached out and took her by the waist and abdomen, and with a little force, he took her into his arms, made her sit on his lap, and then made the little one lean against his chest, and said softly, "It was my fault last night. ”

His breath hit her cheeks, so hot that Jiang Chengjia suddenly stood up from his arms, and then rushed out of the room with a crimson face, not daring to stay in the bedroom again, for fear that Ning Nan would do something again.

There was a low and rich laughter in the house, and the aftermath was like the gentle and powerful water of a mountain spring.

Jiang Chengjia stood outside the house and exhaled heavily, only to feel that his cheeks were hot. Ning Nan walked out with her footsteps, and was once again blinded by her standing still in the sun.

At this time, she was wearing the wide-sleeved fairy skirt that he specially ordered this morning, draped in messy but soft green silk, standing in the courtyard with a crimson face, her eyebrows were slightly blurred, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks were gently brushed with the wind.

"Its beginning is also as dazzling as the sun rises on the beams of the roof; Its little progress is also, as bright as the bright moon and its light. ”

This sentence popped up in his mind, and he felt that Song Yu's sentence was the most appropriate to describe Jiang Chengjia.

Ning Nan worriedly relieved the big coat on her body, walked over and put it on for her, and said softly, "It's not summer yet, it's still very cold in the morning, be careful, don't catch a cold." ”

He tied the belt for her, and then took her soft and tender hand as a matter of course, and then walked towards the cloister, sparing the beams of the depressive corridor, and walked straight to her Yuncheng Pavilion.

Finally, she stopped in front of a room she had never been to and pushed the door open.

Jiang Chengjia had been in a state of confusion, and was pushed into the room by him, and was puzzled to ask why he had brought her here, when he raised his eyes and saw a beautiful woman in a cloak standing in front of him, who was carefully observing her.

She stared at each other, looked at the woman, and after a pause, the beautiful woman squatted down and saluted her respectfully, "The slave has seen the Marquis of Huaiyin." ”

Jiang Chengjia nodded slightly, also very respectful, and bent down shallow to salute back, "Presumably Your Majesty is Aunt Biyun." Jiang's Chengjia, the word Mengluo is here to greet her aunt. ”

She is dignified and generous, well-mannered, slim and elegant, and has a temperament like an orchid. The beautiful woman nodded at her with admiration in her eyes, and said with a kind face, "Mrs. Hou is polite." The slave is not the waiter next to Mrs. Cao, and he can't afford Mrs. Cao's big gift. Slave, I came here to follow the will of the Hou Ye and came to tie my wife's hair and cut her clothes. ”

Jiang Chengjia was stunned, turned around and cast his gaze at Ning Nanwei, who was standing behind her, his eyes full of questions.

I saw that he didn't say a word, nodded at her with a gentle face, and turned around and left the room. The beautiful woman took her arm and led her inside.

Ning Nan closed the door and waited in front of the house, looking at the begonia flowers in the courtyard that were waiting to bloom, and stared at the trance.

He stood in the corridor and waited for a while, about a pillar of incense, the door behind him was carefully pushed open, Jiang Chengjia stepped out of the threshold from the house and walked towards him with Biyun's support.

Ning Nan turned around and was dazzled by the woman standing in front of the flower and wood carved window.

The beauty is dressed in a plain skirt and brocade dress, with abundant and prosperous hair, Emei phoenix eyes, beautiful eyes and full of charm.

The red sun added a touch of color to the cyan sky, and sparsely spilled down from the cracks in the porch and shone on her. She smiled sweetly at him in the bright light.

Bi Yun stood behind the two of them, taking in all the expressions of Ning Nan worried, and was horrified in her heart, so she looked at the woman beside her even more. Thinking of her, the little master, she has not been close to women since she was a child, and she is arrogant and cold, although the rumors describe him as unbearable. But she knew very well what kind of person he was. But today, he personally invited her to come to Yuncheng Pavilion to dress up the young lady, and also said that he would go to Dusk Xunxuan to meet Miss. Look, it's the Jiang girl's heart.

Bi Yun looked at Jiang Chengjia carefully, and secretly admired in her heart. Thinking of the cold wind that night, the young man in a gorgeous brocade robe, with picturesque eyebrows, full of righteousness, like a pine and cypress, added a little bit of good impression of Jiang Chengjia. The son of the Jiang family is not bad, if she throws away her identity, she is indeed a good match for the little master.

Ning Nan smiled back at her and said, "It's not early, if you drive to Dusk Xunxuan, and when you get to your mother, it should be noon, just for dinner." A-Luo, what would you like to eat? ”

He took her hand and walked slowly out of the house.

Bi Yun stared at the two of them, as if she was stunned, and was dumbfounded behind them, unable to believe that the man in front of her was the little boy she had grown up looking for. Ning Nan was worried about the grievances between Miss and King Huai, when he was very young, he was withdrawn and cold, and he never smiled casually at others, and he never was so gentle to the people next to him.

Jiang Chengjia followed his footsteps, because he was wearing a wide-sleeved flowing immortal, it was not very convenient, so he walked a little slower. Ning Nan deliberately slowed down and waited for her. She smiled playfully and said, "Erlang should be me asking you this." What do mothers like to eat? I can cook and eat with you. ”

Ning Nan listened to her words, and naturally remembered the soup she made, and unconsciously gave birth to liquid in her mouth, and became hungry. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes thick and thick, thick and slender, and the sunlight stuck to them, trembling with them. In half a moment, a pair of bright eyes threw full wings at her, "Mother likes vegetarian food." If Aloo is willing, she will make some vegetarian food for us to eat? ”

Jiang Chengjia saw his expectant eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's okay, I'll do whatever Erlang wants." ”

Ning Nan was overjoyed, and suddenly realized that he was showing his emotions too obviously, so he hurriedly hid the pleasant color on his face, pulled the corners of his lips, and slowly hung his face. When he got to the place where the mansion was full of servants, he put on a cold face, gently let go of her hand, and quickened his pace towards the outside of the mansion.

Jiang Chengjia knew that he wanted to avoid the eyes of the palace, so he cooperated with him, pretending to be unhappy, and slowly moved out of the mansion.

Four days after the wedding, she should have gone with him to meet Mrs. Cao, but she never had the opportunity. On the second day of the wedding, he was reprimanded by Ning Zheng, suffering such a big sin, obviously the injury on his body was not healed, so he desperately wanted to take her to see Mrs. Cao. Although, this is what a daughter-in-law should do. But Jiang Chengjia knew that Cao Xiu and Ning Zheng were two completely different meanings for Ning Nanwei. Cao Xiu is his dearest and beloved, and he is the most important person in his life. And although Ning Zheng is his father, it is nothing more than a nightmare for him. He didn't want her to meet Ning Zheng with him, but he didn't think it was worth it. He didn't want to wronged her, and he didn't want to go to the Huai Wang's Mansion to let Ning Nankun, who was already delusional about her, see her.

Jiang Chengjia understands everything, understands the stubbornness in his heart, and feels even more sorry for him who has been walking on the blade of a knife all these years, walking on thin ice.

Ning Nan hurriedly walked out of the house, and the little guy in front of the door had already parked the caravan, put it up, and waited for him to go up. He jumped into the carriage in three or two steps, his body was brisk, and when Jiang Chengjia moved slowly, he stretched out a hand to pull her without saying a word.