Nan Baoyi was stunned.

The long night was on fire, and she was looked directly into the eyes by Lord Quanchen, and her heartbeat was slightly unbalanced.

She twisted her thin white fingers, her cheeks gradually crept into redness, and she said softly: "It just so happens that I don't feel sleepy, so let's go back to Chaowen Courtyard with my second brother." Poetry collection or something, I like it the most. ”

The temple is brightly lit.

Nan Baoyi changed into a single gauze jacket and skirt, sat in front of the bronze mirror, and wanted to comb the cloud bun and pick up the mahogany comb, but I don't know what psychology it is, and put down the wooden comb again.

She stroked her sandalwood hair.

She has paid attention to careful maintenance since she was a child, and when her long hair is spread out around her waist, it is very neat and smooth, and it is as black as silk under the lamplight, and her little face is delicate and white.

She pursed her pale pink lips and came to the big study.

The minister sat by the window, looking through the account books.

"Second brother."

Her voice is sweet and gentle.

Xiao Yi looked.

The little girl's green silk was neatly draped around her waist, looking like a delicate porcelain doll, which made him think of the golden house.

He quickly reined in the surging dark tide in his eyes, and pushed a book of poems on the little Buddha's table towards her, "Here you go." ”

Nan Baoyi sat on the Luohan couch and flipped it over casually.

She said: "The second brother called me to come to the Chaowen Academy, it was really to give me a collection of poems......

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what do you think you are called to do?" ”

Nan Baoyi: "......"

I can't say what she was for, but it certainly wasn't for her to read poetry.

She originally had a pot of red beans boiling in her heart, but now, those boiling sweet bubbles shattered at once, like some kind of secret expectation quietly disappointed, very miserable.

She rubbed the pages of the book and quietly glanced at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi finished processing an account book, opened another one, and didn't even raise his head: "Are you glaring at me?" ”

"No, the second brother is the Hou Ye, how dare I stare at you......"

Nan Baoyi's tone was innocent, but her little face was quite distorted, almost crumpling the pages.

Xiao Yi: "It's still early at night, work hard, and strive to memorize ten poems before going to bed." I have asked someone to inform Mama Ji that you will sleep in Chaowen Courtyard tonight. I can get up earlier tomorrow and memorize ten more poems. ”

Nan Baoyi: "......"

Eh, her life is so miserable!

I knew that Lord Quanchen really asked her to recite poems, so she wouldn't come!

At this time, she usually sits under the covers and listens to the maids tell interesting stories.

She had no choice but to recite poems.

The west window is open, and the night sky is clear.

A white moth came and circled around the green gauze lampshade on the small Buddha's table.

Nan Baoyi carried poems on his back and was gradually attracted by moths.

She held her little face and blew naughtily at the moth.

"Lazy again?" Xiao Yi raised his eyes, "Didn't you say that you like poetry collections the most?" ”

Nan Baoyi puffed out her cheeks, and had to turn a page of the book stupidly.

She whispered the poem, and as she read it, her eyelids gradually began to fight, and her head was like a chicken pecking rice on the table.

Xiao Yi cupped his cheeks, looked at her quietly, and counted her a few times and nodded her head.

"Yue Girl's Guizhou ......"

"Pick hibiscus flowers, don't pick hibiscus leaves......"

The little girl's voice was sleepy, and when she tapped her little head for the twenty-seventh time, she finally fell to the table in a daze.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and put it in front of her forehead in time, so that she didn't ask her to knock out the bag.

The little girl turned her head and rubbed her face against his palm, as docile as a cat.

Dai Qing's sandalwood hair is spread out on the waist, her skin is white and tender, her lips are pale pink, and she is a girl in her cardamom year, delicate and bright, which is heartwarming.

She muttered in her sleep: "I will ask my husband, what color is like a concubine......"

Xiao Yi brushed the broken hair on her forehead for her, and her eyes were deep and dark.

I don't know if I was talking to myself, or answering her question, and whispered: "Jiaojiao is very colorful, and the hibiscus flower is not as good as you." ”

The night was long and quiet.

Xiao Yi couldn't bear to wake her up.

He let Nan Bao's clothes rest on his palm, and changed his left hand to review the account book.

Jiang Suihan came in with a folding fan and couldn't help but blacken his face.

Tsk, in the middle of the night, he just came to deliver a book, but he didn't expect to be stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.

As if offering a treasure, he put the book hidden in his arms in Xiao Yi's hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xiao is so blessed, I really envy him." Oh, this is a treasure that allows you to have more blessings, I spent a lot of money to buy it from the black market, brother, good things must be shared, don't say I don't take care of you! ”

He stumbled out.

Xiao Yi stared at the book for a long time, then opened it hesitantly.

The next moment, he slammed the book shut.

This is......

His thin lips pursed, and the tips of his ears gradually filled with hot blood.

Some are funny, and some are angry.

Jiang Suihan is really ......

Meticulous!

He glanced at the little girl who was still sleeping, fearing that she would be disgusted by the sight of the thing, so he hid the book in his bosom and continued to review the account book.

The night was still long.

On the other side, after Nan Yan escaped from Nanfu, he ran to the back door of Cheng's house alone and guarded for a whole hour before he was finally allowed to enter.

The slave took her around and around to Cheng De's dormitory.

Cheng Dede sat under the lamplight and was flipping through the history books.

Because he was beaten during the day, his warm face was a little red and swollen.

Hearing Nan Yan's footsteps coming in, he didn't raise his head, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?" During the day, my family has already withdrawn from yours. ”

Nan Yan "poofed" and knelt in front of him.

She burst into tears: "Brother Cheng, Yan'er has no way out!" Please take it in Brother Cheng! ”

Cheng De frowned fiercely.

He muttered, "No way out? What do you mean? ”

"I'm a girl who has been divorced, and I'm infamous because of the misunderstanding that night, who else in the world wants me? The Nan family bullied me for not being loved by my aunt, so they wanted to marry me to a man in his forties to fill the house so that he could receive a large dowry......

"Brother Cheng, I was so scared, I was really scared, so I escaped...... I was desperate, so I had to come to you. You're the best and kindest person in the world, and you'll definitely protect the weak, aren't you? ”

Nan Yan choked up, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain was very pitiful.

Especially looking at Cheng Dede's eyes, as if he was her god and her heaven.

This feeling of being relied on is good.

Cheng Dede's expression was relaxed, and he personally helped her up, "You don't have to be like this, just sit and talk to me." The Nan family, do you really want to exchange you for a dowry? ”

"Yes!" Nan Yan covered her mouth with a handkerchief, "But Brother Cheng, I'd rather be your concubine than be the head lady of that kind of man!" ”

Cheng De's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

The humiliation he suffered in Nanfu during the day today made him uncomfortable for the whole day.

He is the son-in-law of an official family, how can he be disliked by a merchant girl?

It's normal for Nan Yan to behave like this tonight.

Although Nan Yan's reputation is ruined, after all, he is young and has been raised by his side for two years, and when the limelight passes, there will be nothing.

Moreover, she is indeed beautiful and talented, and she is very suitable for being a concubine with red sleeves.

He nodded, and said with a straight face: "The Nan family has done a lot of evil, and sooner or later there will be retribution." You used to be my fiancée, and I always have some affection for you. If you insist on being my concubine, I will take you in. It's just that you haven't done it yet, and there are some things that you have to wait for after you have finished it, so don't be in a hurry. ”

After speaking, he picked up the scroll with a gentlemanly demeanor, and sat still in a posture.

Nan Yan was grateful, but he secretly sneered in his heart.

It's just a hypocrite, and I'm embarrassed to pretend.

But she doesn't have to pay her innocence, she can be the concubine of the son of the family, which is also cost-effective for her, and it is not difficult for her to find the right opportunity to borrow a son to take the position in the future.

She will not let go of the Nan family, let alone Nan Baoyi!

She settled in Cheng's house peacefully.

Next.

When Nan Baoyi woke up in the brocade tent, he saw Lord Quan Chen sleeping beside him.

He sat at the head of the bed, slept in his clothes, and held the half-read Shu County Geographical Chronicle in his hand.

The early morning light came in from outside the tent, and his eyebrows were like mountains, even if he slept with her, he never did anything to her, which showed that he was a gentleman in the open.

And a thin corner of the book looms in his arms.

I guess it's some important secret document.

It's easy to lose it like this, so Nan Baoyi kindly took it and planned to help him hide it under the pillow.

Xu is woke up Lord Quanchen, and he shouted: "Nan Jiaojiao, put down that book!" ”

Nan Baoyi's hand shook.

The book fell on the futon.

It's exactly what it looks like it's opened......

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