In the deep palace, the night was silent.

Chu Huainan lowered his head deeply and ate two more bites of dragon beard cake.

Suddenly, his face gradually turned blue and white, and red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, sticky and thickly stained his moon-white brocade robe.

Abdominal cramps.

His whole body slowly fell to the rubble like a shrimp, and his limbs twitched.

Through his hazy teary eyes, he stared fixedly at the delicate girl by the palace lamp.

He was still clutching the bag of dragon beard cake, because his abdomen was too painful, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were bursting up, glowing with a strange blue and purple.

He murmured: "Little county lord ......"

Nan Baoyi's eyes were slightly red.

These pieces of dragon whisker cake were put with arsenic by her.

Chu Huainan has never been a person of courage.

He could not make a comeback, nor did he dare to escape from the palace without permission.

Rather than letting him be ridiculed and humiliated in the cold palace for the rest of his life, it is better to give him a ride, which can be regarded as revenge for the people of the city, and also buried with the country, which is worthy of the hegemony of the Chu royal family in the past two hundred years.

She confessed, "I'm sorry. ”

Dark clouds cover the moon, muffled thunder rolls in the night sky, and early summer thunderstorms are coming.

Chu Huainan stared at Nan Baoyi stupidly.

Her plain white light gauze skirt was blown up by the wind, the complicated skirt corners were flipped and flying, her appearance was as delicate and moving as it was back then, but her expression was much firmer than back then.

He remembered the surprise of the first meeting of Jinguancheng Bookstore that autumn.

I also remember that during the Shangyuan Festival, she sat with him outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, facing the white lanterns in the palace, and when she shared the dragon whisker cake with him, his heart was instantly moved.

She's still her, and she's always been her.

But he himself has changed from a man to a beast.

Chu Huainan's voice trembled, but he still tried to smile and muttered: "Little county lord, this time's dragon beard cake is not as sweet as last time...... But Lonely, I still like ......"

The man's voice slowly weakened.

The face that was as warm as jade, in the light and shadow of the palace lamp, showed an unprecedented tenderness, and there was even joy after liberation hidden between the eyebrows.

Nan Baoyi was silent and closed his eyes.

The sound of military boots came from behind.

A slender figure stood behind the girl.

Snow-white lightning cut through the sky, and in an instant thunder roared.

The wind suddenly rose, and the torrential rain in all directions was like a pour, instantly extinguishing a few palace lights in the distance of the imperial city.

Nan Baoyi's palace lamp was also annihilated, and the surroundings fell into chaos and darkness.

Xiao Yi stood silently and held an umbrella for Nan Baoyi.

Raindrops rolled down the tip of the paper umbrella and splashed the girl's embroidered shoes.

She sat for a long time before she stood up, turned around and hugged Xiao Yi's waist, leaned her little face on his chest, and said softly: "Second brother, shall we go home?" ”

Xiao Yi interlocked her fingers.

The two walked through the long palace alley.

Nan Baoyi's phoenix eyes were moist, and she stretched out her hand to touch the rain outside the umbrella.

For Chu Huainan, his ups and downs have come to an end.

But for her and her second brother, they have not yet set foot in Chang'an, they have not yet come into contact with the flashy and prosperous ancient capital, and they have not yet begun to peek into those noble and arrogant Dayong famous families.

They still have a long, long way to go.

The surrounding light and shadow were dim, and the torrential rain was blown under the umbrella by the strong wind, wetting the clothes of the two men.

Xiao Yi grabbed Nan Baoyi's thin shoulders, tilted most of the paper umbrella to her, and said in a low voice: "Are you afraid?" ”

Nan Baoyi nestled in his arms with peace of mind: "With the second brother here, I'm not afraid of anything." ”

How could she be the same as Chu Huainan.

She has courage, courage, and Xiao Yi, who loves her to the bone.

What the road ahead, she is not afraid at all!

Back at the palace, both of them were already soaking wet.

Xiao Yi made a white jade lotus pond for bathing in the palace hall a few days ago, and Lotus Ye led the maids to put hot water for bathing in the pool.

Xiao Yi came to the side hall with Nan Baoyi in his arms and reached out to untie her clothes.

The girl stood obediently by the pool, stretched out her arms, and let Xiao Yi take off her skirt and undershirt.

Soon she was left with only two thin, delicate clothes, which were sticky to her body by the rain.

Xiao Yi was about to untie her ties, when she suddenly started to make a fuss.

The girl leaned on the chaise longue in front of the screen and teased the green silk like a waterfall: "Am I beautiful?" ”

Xiao Yi didn't answer, took a thick and wide bath towel, wrapped her tightly, squatted on one knee in front of the chaise longue, touched her head, and coaxed her: "Don't make trouble, if you don't bathe yourself, you will get caught in the cold." Jiaojiao has never liked to take medicine, so why bother herself? ”

Nan Baoyi was displeased.

Although, she used to be very impatient to share a room with Xiao Yi, but since she beat this self-proclaimed King Yong, she has stayed in the imperial study for three days and two ends, and she hasn't touched her much.

Now that she's like this, he's unmoved.

Where did her second brother go?

She glanced at Xiao Yi suspiciously: "You can't be bad there, right?" ”

Xiao Yi stiffened his face.

He's just thinking about her body, what is she thinking about all day?

Ignoring the little girl's struggles, he kicked and kicked her, picked her up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bathe yourself first, and then drink a bowl of hot ginger soup." I can't do it, you'll find out later. ”

Nan Baoyi could hear the gritting of teeth in his tone.

She laughed heartily.

She grabbed Xiao Yi's neck, kissed his chin coquettishly, straightened her upper body, and whispered in his ear: "Tomorrow, ask the second brother to come out with his waist, okay?" ”

Walk out with your waist up......

Xiao Yi's face was strange.

He often couldn't figure out where Nan Jiaojiao learned these words.

What's more, with Nan Jiaojiao's small body, she began to cry and beg for mercy for half an hour, can she have the ability to let him come out of her waist?

Give her what she can.

He pulled his lips, bowed his head, and whispered ambiguously in Nan Baoyi's ear: "I'm afraid that someone else will come out of my waist......"

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but be ashamed.

She blushed slightly, clenched her fists and slapped him, muttering, "Who do you look down on......"

As a result, the person who said cruel words to let Xiao Yi come out with his waist was not long after he went to bed, because he refused to take a hot bath in time after the rain, and fell ill with a high fever.

Xiao Yi sat in the tent, which was called one not up or down.

He stared at Nan Baoyi, the little girl was sick like a mountain, wearing a tooth-white silk bedclothes, lying pitifully in the bed, her little face was pale and thin, tears were condensed in her eyelashes, and she was particularly pitiful.

His face was expressionless: "Nan Jiaojiao, in my life, I have planted you." ”

Nan Baoyi's consciousness is quite sober.

She raised her small white hand, cocked her tail finger, put her delicate drop on her hot forehead, glanced at Xiao Yi weakly, and did not forget to moan from her sick and weak mouth: "Ouch, ouch......"

"Don't 'ouch'." Xiao Yi put her hand into the brocade quilt, "I won't force you." ”

Nan Baoyi obediently shut up, but her heart was sweet.

Xiao Yi sent someone to invite Jiang Suihan and asked him to see a decoction.

Who knew that the one who entered the palace with Jiang Suihan actually had a big acquaintance.

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My hand hurt so much that I only wrote seventeen chapters, and I wrote two more chapters overnight, and everyone got up tomorrow morning to read them

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