Nan Baoyi lowered his head, saw his appearance, and immediately understood what he meant.

She gritted her teeth.

She is a person who has given birth to children, and Yu Chi Qinghuan actually sent her to someone else's bed, which is really a bastard!

She said crisply: "You want to take me back to Jiangbei?" But I'm a hostage, so many pairs of eyes in the house are staring, how can I get out? ”

Yu Chi Beichen's hands hung down on the sides of his legs, and his knuckles were faintly white because he was holding them too tightly.

He said in a deep voice: "He controlled the military power in Jiangnan, but he failed to control the hearts of the people. I grew up in this mansion since I was a child, and although I am only a concubine, it does not mean that I do not have confidants. He wants to fight Jiangbei to the death, let's escape from the house while he is in chaos the night before. ”

Nan Baoyi's Danfeng eyes are shining.

She whispered, "We? ”

Yu Chi Beichen bit his lip.

He lowered his head, and his voice trembled lightly: "I, I don't like Sister Baoyi just now, she is not dignified, and she has lost her dignity, that's not what Sister Baoyi should look like......

"I hate him for despising you, I hate him for killing my father, I hate him for slaughtering the family at will! I am willing to take refuge in Xiao Daoyan, I am the last bit of blood in the Wei Chi family, as long as Xiao Daoyan kills Yu Chi Qinghuan, I can help him conquer the hearts of the people in Jiangnan! ”

At the end of the day, he was categorical.

seems to have completely let go of his infatuation with a girl, and also shouldered the burden that a young master should carry.

The lights are gentle.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were slightly red, and he was moved: "I don't have many friends in my life, Wei Chi, you are a friend who I hope can come and help each other when I am old." ”

Wei Chi lowered his head and smiled gently.

But tears rolled down at his feet, and disappeared into the shadows of the ground like water.

……

Early the next morning.

Nan Baoyi returned to the small courtyard to the east.

This is the worst courtyard in the Weichi Mansion, not only is it overgrown with weeds, but even the paint on the verandah has faded and peeled, and there is no maid to serve.

Nan Baoyi hurried back to the dormitory and anxiously checked on Ah Chou.

Yu Chi Qinghuan wanted to take Ugly as a hostage, so she didn't mean to freeze and starve, the nurse had just come to feed, and the little guy was sleeping soundly in the swaddling clothes.

She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there was dinner on the table that she hadn't had time to eat yesterday, and was about to soak it in hot water and eat two bites, when she suddenly heard the sound of babbling and singing from next door.

The delicate little mountain eyebrows couldn't help but lock.

She put down the cold and hard steamed buns and walked out of the porch curiously.

The door to the hall next door is open.

Xiao Langjun of the Shen family, who was the best in Chang'an in the past, got a set of symmetrical female flower curtains out of nowhere, with bright red dankou on his ten fingers, long hair up to his knees, and a beautiful makeup outlined on his face, singing a ballad like sleepwalking.

He stared into the void, singing and singing, as if he had seen something, and suddenly showed a yearning face, flicked his water sleeve, and reached out to touch it stupidly.

However, that thing was like the moon in the water across the river, and he tried his best to catch it, but in the end, his efforts were in vain, and he couldn't catch anything......

His singing voice became more and more poignant:

"Mo is not a delicate bun, Mo is not a skirt that drags around the ring, is not the wind blows in front of the iron horse eaves, is not the palace of the Van King ringing bell at night, I am here to listen to the sound in the east of the wall, but it turns out that the people in the west chamber are Li Sitong......

"He doesn't do iron horses, swords and guns, he doesn't follow the mountains and cranes, he doesn't do the wind and the moon, but he is like a child whispering in the small window......

"He thinks poorly, hates not poor, all just for Jiaoluan and the young phoenix to lose the male and female, he has not finished the song, I have understood it, it is clear that the shrike Feiyan is ...... the west and the east."

"The Legend of the West Chamber".

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.

In the past, when he was in Jinguancheng, it was also one of the most popular plays in Yulou Chunli, and Boss Han especially liked to listen to this, and he also sang on stage in person.

At that time, Shen Yichao still disliked Boss Han's background in three religions and nine streams, and the songs he sang were all gaudy things that could not be put on the stage, but he was noble and noble.

But today, he is willing to give up the frame of a famous son, put on a costume and pretend to be a green coat, and also sing the songs he despised in the past.

And his eyes were full of brilliance, and he raised his water sleeves to cover half of his handsome face, and his posture was a little affectionate and shy like a teenager, as if he had seen the appearance of the former boss of Hehan.

Nan Baoyi couldn't tell the taste in his heart for a while.

She said: "Shen Yichao, what's the use of you doing this?" If you can't come back, Boss Han, or your status in Chang'an in the past, you can't come back. ”

Shen Yichao didn't seem to hear her words.

He pinched his orchid finger and stared into the void, as if muttering to himself: "When I went to Jinguancheng in the past, I always disliked her for being born in the lower nine grades, but I don't know my own virtues, and I am not even as good as the lower nine grades......

"If I could go back to the past, I would definitely not ridicule her for not being able to read and ink, and I would definitely not belittle her for being vulgar and lowly......

"She loves to listen to music, and I sing it to her. She wanted to read, and I taught her carefully. I can also be like my brother, bravely bring her to my father and mother, and bravely tell everyone that the cold smoke is the girl I want to marry......"

The sentence "Ming Media is marrying" made the eight-foot man suddenly cry.

He cried and laughed like crazy: "Auntie, you have killed your nephew!" What kind of family concept, what noble and lowly, what do I learn from that? What do I learn to do?! ”

"You said that as long as you turn back, there is a way out, but I have no way out, there is no way out!"

He waved his water sleeves with red eyes, and all the ornaments in the hall were pushed to the ground by him.

It's a mess.

Nan Baoyi held his breath and took a few steps back.

She didn't dare to provoke Shen Yichao in this state, pursed her mouth, and finally turned around and ran away.

However, for two days in a row, the ghost crying wolf howled non-stop next door.

"My aunt hurt me!"

"There's no way back......"

"Smoke, smoke!"

The heart-rending voice, day and night, is sharp and poignant.

Nan Baoyi can't eat or sleep well, and the ugly who didn't like to cry much was also made crying all day long by Shen Yichao, and his chubby little face was emaciated.

Nan Baoyi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

At dusk the day before the war, she stepped next door with two dark circles under her eyes.

The house is full of messes.

Shen Yichao sat on the ground with his hair scattered, his costume was dirty, his white water sleeves were stained brown by wine stains, and the oil paint on his face was mottled by tears, looking poignant and depressed.

He played with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, lowered his eyelashes, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "There is no way back...... There's no way back for me...... The noble son of Chang'an, who used to be famous, is now a waste, everyone will look down on me, and Yanyan will look down on me...... She always looked down on me......"

Nan Baoyi's head hurts.

It's been two days, and this guy has been chattering back and forth, and there are only these few sentences over and over again, and her ears are calloused!

She had a delicate little face and said in a deep voice: "Shen Yichao, get up." ”