Although he was laughing, it was even more terrifying than when he wasn't laughing, and Nan Baoyi couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

She stammered: "That's it, it's just some trivial things......

"Bring it." The young man's voice was unmistakable.

Nan Baoyi didn't dare to disobey him, so he took the plunge and sent him the pile of letters.

Xiao Yi flipped through it slightly, it was indeed some trivial things on weekdays, such as buying a favorite rouge gouache, such as the newly cut skirt was very bright and beautiful.

I really have nothing to write, even write down what I ate for three meals a day.

He grew to take it seriously.

The little girl was full of joy and longing between the lines, and occasionally showed her admiration for Cheng German.

She used to like that man very much, right?

His eyes were cold: "Has he ever written back to you?" ”

Nan Baoyi proudly parted her little face: "I haven't been back...... But so what, I don't know his reply! ”

As he said this, there was a gloom in his eyes.

Her admiration for Cheng German when she was young may not be called the love between men and women, but simply the worship of scholars.

But worship, isn't it a kind of affection?

Cheng Dede refused to give her even a reply, he was not educated, and he did fail her.

Xiao Yi uncovered the lid of the celadon incense burner, lit the letterhead, and threw the envelopes into the stove one by one.

Green smoke curls.

He said lightly: "In the future, if you have anything to say to someone, you can find me." It's okay to be in person, it's okay to write letters. I'm different from Cheng De, and I'll definitely get back to you. ”

He was obviously a cold-hearted young man, but for some reason, Nan Baoyi read a little pity in his eyes.

In his tone, there was even a mixture of pampering.

Obviously he should feel warm, but Nan Baoyi's heart is sour.

It's like being held in the palm of your hand, and it's like no matter what you do, there will be someone behind you who silently supports you.

Nan Baoyi stood on tiptoe and took out two bamboo tubes carved from the Bogu shelf.

The bamboo tube is hollow, with a small hole at the top, and a red rope is threaded through it, which can be hung under the window like a wind chime.

She handed one to Xiao Yi seriously, "Second brother take it back and hang it under the window, if I have a secret I want to tell you, I will write a letter and put it in a bamboo tube." If you reply, you can also put it in my bamboo tube, so that no one will see our secret! ”

Xiao Yi took the bamboo tube.

The little girl was delicate and glutinous, and her eyes were shining: "Second brother, I don't like to be left out in the cold, and I don't like to have a cold war with people close to me because of some misunderstandings." You promised me that in the future, even if you and I have a disagreement, as long as the other party submits a letter in the bamboo tube, you must reply to the other party, and you must talk about the misunderstanding, okay? ”

Xiao Yi put the Moyu bamboo tube into the sleeve tube, and said the word "good" as if he had promised.

Nan Baoyi looked at the incense burner.

The letterheads had been burned away, like they had burned away her stumbling past.

She exhaled softly, and suddenly knelt down beside Xiao Yi's lap.

She was lying on his lap, her little face resting on his lap.

His clothes were smoked with the cold scent of mountains and rivers, and she smelled it, very reassured.

"Second brother, the Cheng family has been making trouble for so long, I'm a little tired......"

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at her.

The little girl's skirt was scattered in all directions, like a little red flower in full bloom.

The side face is white and delicate, and the eyebrows are delicate and pure.

He touched her head, "Sleep, I'll watch over you." ”

Outside the west window, a fine snow fell again.

The floor was covered with a thick blanket, and the little girl knelt on the ground without frostbitten knees.

Xiao Yi thought about it, gently took off the black sable fur, and wrapped it around her shoulder.

He picked up a book and flipped through it.

It's peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, Lotus Ye came in with a few posts, and was about to call "Miss", but was surprised to see her pillow on the second son's lap, sleeping very soundly.

She blessed Xiao Yi and said in a low voice: "Second son, this is a letter and post from the porter, all of which are for my young lady." ”

Xiao Yi motioned for her to put it on the flower table.

After the lotus leaf retreated, he picked up the post and looked at it, it was all sent by the powerful family, and invited Nan Jiaojiao to participate in the poetry meeting and tea party in their house.

Come to think of it, it was because the poem "Qinyuan Spring" recited by Nan Jiaojiao at the Snow Lake Poetry Meeting yesterday was too amazing.

There are also two more letters in the post.

He wanted to open it to see what was written inside, but after a moment of silence, he put the letter back on the flower table.

I turned a few pages of the book, but I couldn't read it.

Eyes fell on the envelope again.

He didn't forget the eyes of those noble sons who looked at Nan Jiaojiao yesterday.

There are admiration, amazement, and joy.

In case these two letters were written by a disciple, he personally checked them, at least he would not let Nan Jiaojiao be deceived by the bad guys.

With that in mind, he opened the letter.

Sure enough, it was all written by men.

They comforted the little girl in the letter, saying that it was not terrible to be divorced, and even the poem "There is no grass at the end of the world" came out, and even more, they actually expressed their willingness to tie the knot with her!

Lecher!

The concierge of Nanfu, how did he send in such vulgar letters!

With a cold face, he threw the letterhead on the flower table, "Ten bitter." ”

Shiku quietly appeared in the room and arched his hand: "What does the master command?" ”

"I went to change the concierge of Nanfu."

Shi Ku was about to do it, Xiao Yi said again: "Even the mother-in-law of the second door has been replaced." ”

As a slave to the gatekeeper, he didn't even carefully inspect what was sent in from outside.

What a tie together, didn't stain Nan Jiaojiao's eyes!

After he left, he burned the two letters full of foul language, picked up the book and flipped through it.

But I couldn't read a word.

The sound of flipping books woke Nan Baoyi.

She rubbed her eyes, and her voice was hoarse as she had just woken up: "Second brother, how are you ...... Reading a book upside down? ”

Xiao Yi came back to his senses, only to find that he had taken the book down.

He said lightly: "Exercise the ability to read words upside down." ”

"The second brother is really amazing!" Nan Baoyi praised while holding Xiao Yi's knees and trying to stand up.

But she sat on her knees for too long, and as soon as she stood up, she fell into Xiao Yi's arms.

Xiao Yi took advantage of the situation to catch her.

He took her to his lap, rolled up the hem of her skirt, and calmly rubbed her calves.

Nan Baoyi was dumbfounded.

Her eyes were wide open, and she stared at Xiao Yi incredulously for a moment, gradually feeling flattered.

Lord Quanchen, he actually pinched her legs!

She felt that from now on, her calves would be so expensive that she didn't need to wash them!

Xiao Yi frowned, the little girl in her arms seemed to be laughing and crying, and her tender little face was uncertain, as if he had something wrong with her.

He tentatively asked, "Uncomfortable pinching? ”

"No...... Very comfortable......"

Under the eaves, Nan Yan stood by the window with a handkerchief.

She couldn't see the movement in the house, but she could hear the conversation between Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi.

"Second brother, you can be a little heavier...... Hiss! Second brother, you tap! ”

"Is it heavy or light?"

"That's it...... It's so comfortable! ”

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