Nan Baoyi lay in the boudoir for two days.

She heard her little cousin mention that Xiao Yi came to the door several times with the marriage book in the past two days, but was rejected by the Nanfu family.

"I keep saying I love you, but I raise a woman outside behind your back, what a thing!" Nan Baozhu was so angry, "In vain, I used to think that he was a righteous man and a gentleman, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that!" Jiaojiao, don't be sad, the two toads are hard to find, and the two-legged man can't be found? ”

Nan Baoyi sat on the stepping bed.

The lacquered hair was scattered in front of him, and the little face was pale and thin.

She hasn't eaten much in the past two days, and her eyes that are always bright on weekdays have turned gloomy, and she no longer has the innocent and coquettish demeanor of the past.

She drooped her eyelashes and stared at the gold-embroidered hibiscus flowers on the brocade quilt.

Nan Baozhu couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Her family is delicate, and she is an infatuated species.

is in love, she gave her sincerity, but she was let down by Xiao Yi, which hit her too hard.

Twilight is getting late.

The sky was covered with thick dark clouds, enveloping all the brilliance between heaven and earth, and the courtyard was filled with a clear coldness, and it was a goose feather snow at night.

Nan Baozhu tucked the corners of the quilt for her and coaxed her: "When you are cured, I will take you to Guanfengtai Yuelao Temple to ask for marriage, I heard that it is very effective there." Jiaojiao, don't be sad for Xiao Yi anymore, okay? ”

Nan Baoyi wrung her thin white hands and did not speak.

Nan Baozhu is so pitiful.

She gently hugged Nan Baoyi and got up to go to the small kitchen to urge dinner.

Snow was falling outside the window.

It's late at night, and the boudoir of the temple is still lit up.

The meal on the round table has not moved at all, and the bird's nest porridge has cooled.

Yu Wei took care of Nan Baoyi, and said worriedly: "The county lord doesn't eat water, he just sits on the bed in a daze, how can it be good if it goes on like this?" If you don't want to eat, why don't you sleep first? You didn't sleep all night last night, and if you continue like this, your body will burn out. ”

Seeing that Nan Baoyi didn't react, she turned around and blew out the candlestick fire.

Nan Baoyi was dumbfounded: "Don't allow it." ”

Yu Wei was stunned and looked back at her: "The firelight is so bright, how can you sleep without blowing out a few lights?" ”

"No." The girl is stubborn.

The aftertaste couldn't overwhelm her, so she had to sigh and leave.

The boudoir is warm as spring.

Nan Baoyi turned over and turned towards the inside of the stepping bed, secretly wiping tears against the wall.

In her past and present lives, her marriage has always been particularly unsmooth.

He obviously said that he would only love her, but he just raised a woman behind her back.

Even a son is gone.

Isn't he bullying?

He failed her and made her the laughing stock of Shengjing City......

Girl's tear wet pillow towel.

A few strands of green sideburns stuck to her cheeks, making her little face pale and fragile.

A few degrees of snow.

When the Nan family complained about Xiao Yi in the middle of the night, Nan Chengli sneaked to the side door, bribed the mother-in-law who guarded the door with good wine and food, and coaxed them into the house to eat and drink, and quietly opened the door bolt.

The night wind is blowing snow in your face.

Under the eaves, Shi Ku held an umbrella and Shi Yan carried a lantern.

The man wearing a black fox fur has a noble and enchanting appearance, and his phoenix eyes are even more graceful.

He stepped over the threshold: "How is she?" ”

Nan Chengli shook his head silently.

After a while, Nan Chengli reminded again: "Grandmother specially arranged many maids and wives in the Chaowen Courtyard, just to prevent you from breaking into the boudoir at night. I've already moved some of my people out of the way, so be careful. ”

Xiao Yi thanked him very much.

He sneaked into the Chaowen Courtyard and familiarized himself with Nan Baoyi's boudoir.

The lights were bright behind the window, and the little girl had not slept yet.

He knocked out the two mothers-in-law who were on duty at night, and entered the boudoir with a very light movement.

The dinner on the table had already cooled, and it was untouched.

The golden hook held the woven gold curtain, and the little girl wore a loose tooth-white bedclothes, lying on the side of the wall, and the brocade quilt was only up to the waist, and the slender waist like a slap was delicate and pitiful.

Her hair was full of green silk scattered on the couch, her slender shoulders trembled slightly, and the sound of sobbing was mixed with the whistling sound of the wind and snow, obviously so weak, but so thrilling.

Xiao Yi's heart throbbed.

He wanted to call her, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid that the little girl would be even more sad and sad when she saw him.

It wasn't until the candle flame was halfway lit that he hesitated.

The little girl had already cried and slept, her eyes were crimson like petals, her eyelashes were stained with fine tears, and her pillow towel was already soaked.

She hugged the corners of the quilt tightly, as if a little quilt could bring her an unparalleled sense of security on a winter night.

Xiao Yi sat down on the edge of the bed.

He stared at the girl, and Danfeng's eyes were full of distress.

He wanted to tell her that he wasn't sorry for her.

The woman in the song workshop is the imperial sister-in-law he respects, and the crown princess who is the favorite of his imperial brother in his life.

That child was not his flesh and blood, but his nephew.

But he couldn't take risks, and he didn't dare to take risks.

The so-called truth, before he has no absolute power, he is the only one in the world who knows, it is enough.

The word "affection" is unwilling to live up to it.

Xiao Yi pulled up the brocade quilt and carefully covered Nanbao's clothes.

But Nan Baoyi slept very lightly, and when he moved slightly, she woke up.

The lights in the house were still burning.

The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at the man who was close at hand, and after the initial shock, she gushed out with intense anger.

She sat up, not even willing to speak to him, and shouted outside the tent, "Cloud Sleeve—"

Xiao Yi covered her mouth in time.

His palms are large and his strength is great.

Nan Baoyi struggled desperately, and kicked Xiao Yi with her feet, but she hadn't eaten much for two days, and she was soft when she kicked people, and she didn't threaten Xiao Yi at all.

The man easily grabbed her feet.

Most of his body leaned into the warm tent and pressed Nan Bao's clothes firmly into the bed.

He had never touched a woman, and his movements were a little rough, as if he was holding a live fish.

Nan Baoyi was so angry that she wanted to scratch his face.

The light and shadow in the tent were dim.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl who was close at hand, and said in a low voice: "I don't agree to withdraw from the marriage." On the marriage certificate, you and I have fingerprints, and the yamen even has an official seal. Nan Jiaojiao, stamped the seal, you are mine. ”

Nan Baoyi finally broke free of his palm.

Her little face was slightly red, and her long hair was messy around the man's fox fur.

Poked the seal, she is his?

Then she pokes a mark on his head, does he belong to her in this life?!

She asked: "I said I would give me a chance to regret it, but now you don't admit it?!" ”

Xiao Yi slowly sat upright.

He brushed the broken hair on the girl's forehead: "Well, I don't admit it." ”

"You mean!"

"When you were petite, didn't you call me mean? If you know early on that I'm not a good person, why expect anything from me? ”

Nan Baoyi choked.

When she was young, she did scold Xiao Yi for being despicable.

But......

"What's more......" Xiao Yi played with a strand of her lacquered hair and squinted at her, "You have repeatedly mentioned the dream of that unpredictable prophet, and asked yourself, if you hadn't known in advance that I would have the power I have today, would you have been good to me in the first place?" ”

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The dynasties are mixed, and Dayong wants to try the Wei and Jin styles

I found that I like to use the festival customs of the Song Dynasty, in fact, the entertainment customs of the Song Dynasty seem to be the closest to the modern era