He thought of the words that this woman had said to his little girl, his eyebrows were filled with cold and bloody, and his thin lips quietly pulled a cruel arc.

He'll settle accounts with her.

After the hall is cleared.

Xiao Yi got rid of the evil and turned to Nan Baoyi: "Jiao-"

Before he could open his mouth, he saw Nan Baozhu, Ji Zhenzhen, Wei Chi and others, hushing the little girl and asking for warmth, as if they were afraid that she would be wronged.

He silently shut up.

At this moment, the maid came to ask for it, saying that the luncheon had been prepared.

Old Madam Nan nodded, and looked at Xiao Yi with fear.

She never expected that this guy would be an official and subordinate to the secretary.

Going around and around, Jiao Jiaoer and this guy are mixed together again!

And Qian Shangyu already has a sweetheart, but he came to discuss his relatives, there must be someone behind him who is fueling the troubles, don't think about it, it is probably inseparable from Xiao Yi's enemy.

A sense of powerlessness rose in the old man's heart.

She really couldn't show a good face to Xiao Yi, so she only said lightly: "His Royal Highness King Yong, our family is going to eat." ”

The implication is that you can roll.

Xiao Yi bowed: "I don't know where the dining room is?" ”

The old lady was silent.

Jiang chuckled, comforted the old lady, and finally arranged a seat for Xiao Yi.

The winter solstice is a big festival.

Jiang Suihan also came from the hospital to the banquet, and after lunch, the younger generations made up two tables in the warm pavilion to talk and play, and played under the leadership of Nan Baozhu, which was full of fun in winter.

Nan Baoyi watched the excitement for a moment, and quietly left the table in the name of changing clothes.

She didn't bring her maid and walked alone in the back garden.

Today is extremely cold, the sky is stacked with dark clouds, a thick layer of hoarfrost has condensed on the wilting grass and trees, and even a thin layer of ice has formed on the surface of the pond, and the wind blowing in the face seems to carry ice slag, slightly stinging.

Nan Baoyi squatted down by the pond.

Reaching out and landing on the surface of the pool, the thin ice shattered, and the cold water took the bones.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of Wenya's vicious words.

Hens that don't lay eggs......

Succession......

Shame to the point of hitting his head to death......

Loneliness in old age.

The girl closed her eyes, and the reddened tails of her eyes were like a peach blossom.

Teardrops roll down from between the eyelashes, creating subtle ripples on the surface of the pond.

She didn't show so strong in front of outsiders, she was already a married woman, every time she saw Xiao Yi teasing Ah Weak, she wanted to have a child of her own, but it was never for the sake of inheritance, but for love.

However, God gave her the opportunity to start over, but deprived her of the right to love as a mother.

Nan Baoyi buried her head in the crook of her arm and sobbed sadly.

The sky and the earth were white, and the cold wind blew, and the dark and oppressive sky pushed a sky of fine snow and fell on the ponds and gardens.

An ink paper umbrella is tilted to cover Nanbao's clothes from the wind and snow.

The fragrance of mountains and rivers is clear and lonely, just like the face of a young prince.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl squatting on the ground: "The kitchen sent dumplings to the warm pavilion, if you don't eat them again, you should be eaten by Nan Baozhu." ”

Nan Baoyi choked: "I don't eat dumplings......"

Xiao Yi squatted down on one knee beside her and lifted her little face.

The little girl's white and tender face was crimson and wet from crying, like a delicate flower wet by rain and dew.

The black grape-like pupils were filled with a layer of mist, and they were very aggrieved.

Xiao Yi curled his lips and smiled: "Crying like this, are you ashamed?" ”

Although it was a joke, the tone was gentle.

Nan Baoyi raised the back of his hand to wipe his tears, but he cried even more fiercely.

Xiao Yi coaxed in a low voice: "What hen that can't lay eggs, don't listen to that woman's nonsense." ”

Nan Baoyi sobbed and raised her eyes to look at him, hoping that he would say something nice.

Xiao Yi sincerely comforted: "Nan Jiaojiao is clearly an invincible fighting. "Let's go

Cockfighting......

Nan Baoyi's little face gradually distorted.

She can't get rid of chickens when she co-authors, right?!

The tears were forced back, and she didn't pay attention to Xiao Yi, she turned around angrily and left.

"Nan Jiaojiao—"

Xiao Yi grabbed her little hand.

He put away the joke, and Yingjun's deep face was full of solemnity: "I have already said that I don't care if you can have children, why don't you believe me?" That's it, I'll go to Jiang Suihan and ask him for a bowl of medicine to cut off children and grandchildren, I drank it, and you will believe it if you want to come. ”

After he finished speaking, he stuffed the paper umbrella into Nan Baoyi's hand, turned around and left.

Nan Baoyi was stunned on the spot.

When she came back to her senses, she threw away the paper umbrella and trotted to grab the corner of Xiao Yi's sleeve.

She looked up at him, and Danfeng's eyes became even crimson and moist.

She scolded: "If you dare to go, I won't care about you in my life!" ”

"Do you believe me?"

Nan Baoyi was indifferent and stubborn: "You don't care now, but what about when you are thirty years old?" What about when you have gray hair? At that time, can you still say that you don't care? At that time, wouldn't you hate me? ”

"Hate?"

Xiao Yi stared at her.

For a long time, he tugged at his thin lips mockingly.

He slowly tore her thin white fingers away, turned around, and stepped into the snow without hesitation.

The girl stood alone in the snow.

Snowflakes fell on her cheeks and turned into crystal droplets.

She watched Xiao Yi's back go away, and she didn't know why he was angry.

She covered her face and began to cry again.

Ji Zhenzhen picked up the ink paper umbrella in the snow.

She silently walked behind Nan Baoyi to shield her from the wind and snow.

She looked at Nan Baoyi's sad and crying appearance, thinking about what Xiao Daoyan had just said to her, and secretly said that Xiao Daoyan must have loved Sister Baoyi very much.

Sister Baoyi is loved by sun-like characters such as King Yong, and she must not look down on others, and she has a lot of sourness and loss in her heart.

There are some affections that are not tolerated by the world's etiquette.

Perhaps, it is time for her to get married.

At the winter solstice banquet in Nanfu, Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi broke up unhappily.

In the past few days, she has only nested in the dormitory, reading every day, and listening to the lotus leaves talk about the new things in Chang'an City, but she can't listen to them very much.

Lotus leaves, they are talking about the Qian family.

It is said that Sili Yamen has seized all the shops of the Qian family, and they are checking the accounts every day.

She closed the scroll and looked out the window.

Under the eaves of the dark green, there is a row of crystal clear ice edges, and the wind chimes made of black jade bamboo knots hang at the corners of the eaves, accumulating a thin layer of fine snow, and there are no letters in it.

In her heart, there was a dense pain.

That man always tugged at her heart.

She misses him when she reads, thinks about him when she looks at the snow, and even glances at the ink jade bamboo festival that used to pass books with him, and she can't help but think of him.

The word "love" is only a dozen strokes, but why is it so difficult?

Fine snow blows across Chang'an City.

The wind chimes at the eaves are crisp and crisp.

……

Prison.

The girl, named Wenya, was pressed to her knees by two jailers, unkempt and begging for mercy.

On the desk not far away, there is a bowl of hot soup, which has a bitter and strong medicinal taste.

The young highness wearing a black woven gold brocade robe stood indifferently and nobly, holding a brocade handkerchief in one hand, gently covering his mouth and nose.

He ignored the girl's crying and said casually: "This king and Miss Wenya, tell a story?" ”

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There is still one chapter, and there are still 500 words left, so I will finish it in about half an hour