Nan Baoyi got the letter and purse, and said suspiciously: "Let me pass it on to the second brother?" ”

"Miss also said that if she and Jingxi Hou get along, it will be your benefit."

The maid saluted, ignored the instructions and angry scoldings of the people next to her, and turned back to the carriage.

Nan Baoyi looked at these two things.

The envelope is a light pink and gold-sprinkled color, painted with a little red plum, which is particularly gentle and ambiguous.

The purse is made of exquisite materials, the embroidery work is delicate, and there is a small "charm" word embroidered in the corner.

Nan Baoyi bit her lip.

When she thought that Lord Quanchen was going to wear a purse embroidered by Xue Mei, she felt very uncomfortable.

When I walked to the side of the road, I saw Lord Quanchen holding the reins and a circle of children squatting in front of him.

They were all five or six-year-old children, all holding their little faces, salivating and staring at the sugar gourd straw target in his hand.

A mother-in-law passed by with her little grandson and took out a few copper coins from her purse, "Young man, how did you sell this sugar gourd?" ”

Xiao Yi frowned coldly, "Don't sell it." ”

The sugar gourd he bought for Nan Jiaojiao, how could he give it to others?

The mother-in-law saw that his expression was very fierce, and couldn't help but scold: "If you are young, you don't do your job, you just walk the streets and alleys to sell sugar gourds, and you don't do business when you come, and the young man has no future!" ”

Her little grandson cried: "Sugar gourd, I want sugar gourd!" Grandma, I want sugar gourd! ”

Seeing that there were more and more spectators, it was inevitable that there would be a scandal of "Jingxi Hou selling sugar gourds on the street and bullying children" in the future, Nan Baoyi hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege.

She picked out a bunch of red and round sugar gourds and kindly handed them to the child, "Take it and eat it, I don't want your money." ”

The child hugged the sugar gourd babyfully, leaned up his little head and said sweetly: "Thank you, sister!" ”

Nan Baoyi winked at him, suggesting that he also thanked Xiao Yi.

The child tilted his head and thought about it, and smiled shyly: "Thank you, uncle!" ”

After shouting, he jumped up and followed his mother-in-law away.

Xiao Yi's face was gloomy.

Why is Nan Jiaojiao a sister and an uncle?!

That kid did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!

Nan Baoyi picked a lot of strings of sugar gourds and distributed them to other greedy children.

They seemed to have made an appointment, their voices were sweet and crisp, and they were very neat: "Thank you, sister, thank you, uncle!" ”

After shouting, in Xiao Yi's murderous gaze, he fled in all directions.

Nan Baoyi looked at the half-empty straw target, and was very pleased: "There are still more than 20 strings of sugar gourds left, and they will be distributed to them with lotus leaves after returning home, so I don't have to worry about eating them all." Second brother, let's go home, I want to drink pigeon soup! ”

Xiao Yi carried her back home with an expressionless face.

Lunch was cooked by Yu Wei himself, and the table was filled with exquisite dishes.

Nan Baoyi took a bowl of pigeon soup by herself, took a small bite with a white porcelain spoon, and couldn't help but admire: "Fresh! ”

She drank a small half bowl of soup and peeked at Xiao Yi.

Since returning home, Lord Quan Chen has been blackened all the time, as if she owes him tens of thousands of dollars in silver.

She thought for a while and said flatteringly: "Second brother, could it be that I have offended you somewhere?" I really didn't recite poems in the morning, but that was because Cheng Dejin went to Yulou Spring to smash the field......"

Xiao Yi eats rice.

This girl didn't mention him, but she forgot that she hadn't memorized the poem yet.

He said: "After lunch, memorize all the "Yuefu Poems", when to memorize, when to have dinner." ”

Nan Baoyi: "......"

That "Yuefu Poetry Collection" has more than 30 poems!

When will she carry it!

I always felt as if I was helping Tsunami recall something that shouldn't be remembered.

The pigeon soup in the bowl was no longer delicious, and she grimaced with a "oh" sound.

Xiao Yi took another bite of rice, and the hurdle in his heart couldn't be passed after all.

Why is Nan Jiaojiao a sister and an uncle?

Doesn't this mess up the generations?

He asked solemnly, "How do I look?" ”

Nan Baoyi was sullen: "The second brother is handsome and dashing, graceful and graceful, Yushu is graceful and elegant in the wind, and the knife is deadly in his smile——"

Tsk, she seems to have said something amazing.

She silently shut her mouth.

A meal, finished in an eerie atmosphere.

Nan Baoyi came to the big study and sat under the west window to recite poems.

Knowing where to go, she memorized two poems and took out her purse and envelope from her sleeve pocket.

This is what Xue Mei entrusted her to hand over to Lord Quanchen.

I don't know how he will react when he gets his hands on it......

She knew that although Xue Dudu was jealous of Xiao Yi, he also very much wanted Xiao Yi to be his son-in-law.

As for Xue Mei, she must be the one who likes Lord Quanchen.

Will Lord Quanchen reply to Xue Mei?

Will you wear the purse she gave her around your waist?

The girl lay on the small Buddha table, gently poked the purse with her fingers, and her heart was twisted.

The wind in early spring was chilly, and I don't know who hung the broken jade eaves bell on the branches, making a crisp impact, which usually sounds very pleasant, but Nan Baoyi sounds even more anxious.

She knew in her heart that these two things should be handed over to Lord Quan before returning home.

But in his bones, he was full of reluctance......

While he was kneading the book, someone picked up the beaded curtain.

She looked.

"Uh......"

Lord Kwon wore a thin dark red silk shirt, his collar was slightly open, and his muscular pectoral muscles loomed under the tulle.

The golden hairpin is loosely tied with long hair, his appearance is handsome, and his bones are smooth, like gold and jade.

He sat on the circle chair, his long legs lazily overlapped, one hand propped up, and his expression was very cold and noble.

He stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

Sexual sensation explodes!

Nan Baoyi first said "uh", and then strongly suspected that he was infected by the cold smoke!

She wrinkled her little brow and muttered, "Spring has really arrived...... The animals are already preparing to mate. ”

Xiao Yi smiled with thin lips: "Is my brother good-looking?" ”

was called "uncle", and he was very unhappy.

has to prove to Nan Jiaojiao that he is young and beautiful that is hard to find in the world.

Nan Baoyi avoided her gaze unnaturally, "Good looking is naturally good-looking, but if you dress so coolly, you don't know who you want to hook up with." ”

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Noticing the envelope and purse on the little Buddha's table, he became interested, "What's that?" ”

"Not for you!"

Nan Baoyi hurriedly hugged him into his arms.

After a while, in the face of Xiao Yi's faint gaze, she had to reluctantly spread her hand, "Give it to you, give it to you!" ”

Xiao Yi caught the envelope and purse she threw over.

The envelope was lightly powdered and sprinkled with gold, and it was also finely smoked with floral fragrance.

He looked at Nan Baoyi.

The girl acted like a thief, and hurriedly erected a collection of poems to block her little face.

Xiao Yi pinched the envelope, and his thin lips chuckled.

Spring has arrived.

Little girl, did you find out what you wanted for him?

Look at this envelope, it's still light pink.

He looked at the little girl hiding behind the poetry book, and said softly: "Brother opened the letter......"

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