Nan Baoyi stared at her.

The beauty is charming, just like a poisonous snake with a charming color.

Pomegranate smiled and continued: "After the nightmare incident, you have also seen that I am proficient in Qimen gossip and illusion, and I can help him on the road to power in the future." For him, whether it is an heir or a court, I am more useful than you everywhere. If you truly love him, you should answer for him. Otherwise, how much sincerity do you have left for him besides possession? ”

The woman's voice was full of demagogy.

It seems that as long as Nan Baoyi refuses, he doesn't really love Xiao Yi.

Nan Baoyi took a half step back.

Her little face was cold: "Even if he doesn't marry a wife and concubine for the rest of his life, I don't want him to be with a woman with a bad heart like you." You murdered his own sister, and you are embarrassed to say that you like him? ”

The smile on the pomegranate lips disappeared immediately.

Her sleeves bulged out like a viper stretched out of rage.

She twisted her neck and said coldly: "I'm not qualified to love him, are you qualified?" You're selfish, you're just greedy to want to monopolize him! You probably don't know yet, do you? As long as you are by his side, he will never ascend to the throne! He died because of you in his previous life, and you are his nemesis, nemesis! ”

She roared, flicking her sleeves away angrily.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly chased: "You make it clear, what died because of me, and what can't be on the throne?!" Don't go, you! ”

However, the pomegranate blossoms have disappeared without a trace.

The wind blows, and the bamboo forest ripples.

The girl in the crimson dress, holding her bun, stood helplessly in the depths of the forest, and a few green bamboo leaves swirled and landed on the tips of her hair, adding a little embarrassment.

The thin white hands were clenched into fists.

She gritted her teeth: "I hate people who talk half the most!" ”

It's the same feeling as stabbing but not stabbing to death, not up or down, not at all!

The air drum is back to the Zen temple.

Through the openwork wood carving cave in the house, she saw that the fifth brother had woken up.

The meditation room was silent.

The fifth brother was sitting on the edge of the couch shirtless, Xiao Qingyang was holding the medicine jar and carefully changing the medicine for him.

The bamboo-blue curtain hangs low, and the famous monks and emperors are all good-looking.

The fiery palace skirt is spread on the robe of the crow green monk, as if it wants to burn out the loneliness in front of the Buddha.

The delicate jade fingers coated with dancôme gently traveled along the texture of the monk's back, and the medicinal fragrance diffused from the wound, blending with the fragrance of fat powder flowers she carried, and mixing into a different kind of enthusiasm in the meditation room where the stove was burning.

Nan Chengyi closed his eyes.

The muscular body gradually tightened.

The corners of the forehead quietly broke out in a fine cold sweat.

It is difficult to suppress, and the mouth is dry.

Xiao Qingyang, who was kneeling behind him, leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Does it hurt?" ”

Her breath was soft.

In a trance, her lips seemed to kiss the root of his sensitive ear, but the gentleness was as brief as a floating bubble, which was about the scene he imagined.

The Buddha's heart was violently shaken at this moment.

Come to think of it, is the reason why Buddhas can become Buddhas because they have never met the girl they like?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Xiao Qingyang was at a loss: "Brother Nan? ”

Nan Chengyi frowned: "Poor monk, Xuandu." ”

Xiao Qingyang curled his eyebrows.

The proud and arrogant emperor, this smile in the tent is actually a thousand kinds of coquettish and thousands of styles, and it suppresses the dazzling brilliance of the red beans and golden hairpins between the clouds.

The thin white jade hand gently grabbed the young man's monk's robe.

She called softly: "Brother Xuandu......"

Obviously I like her.

Otherwise, how could she take all the charges for her in front of the Wei family?

A "Brother Xuandu" almost made Nan Chengyi lose his armor.

He stood up abruptly.

There was a clang, and what he had hidden at his waist rolled to the ground.

He hurriedly picked it up.

Xiao Qingyang was stunned.

The thing that was hidden in the arms of the Nan family's brother was the pearl she gave him back then.

Sure enough, he was in love with her.

She raised her head, and Danfeng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist: "Brother Nanjia? ”

Nan Chengyi turned around, clasped his palms together, and refused to look at her more.

Xiao Qingyang grabbed his monk's robe: "You are obviously -"

"Bang dang!"

There was a louder bang outside the Dongyue Gate.

It was Nan Baoyi who was fascinated and accidentally broke the enamel color amphora vase on the flower table.

Being stared at by the two people in the room, her cheeks flushed, and she coughed in embarrassment: "What, I'm sorry...... You two go on, keep ......"

Xiao Qingyang smiled.

And what is going on, it's all like this.

She tidied up her clothes, regained the cold pride of the emperor, and asked, "But what happened?" ”

Nan Baoyi remembered what was going on and immediately told them the reason for the nightmare.

When she had finished speaking, she withdrew.

Investigating the case is her business.

As for how to deal with Cai'er and the Wei family, it is Di Ji's own business.

Before stepping out of the meditation room, she couldn't help but quietly look back.

The fifth elder brother looked like an immovable monk, and let the emperor shake the corners of his sleeves.

Eyes swept over his chest.

During the years of his study tour, he has suffered many injuries, and his scars are new or old.

In particular, the scar on the mouth of the heart, which is three or four inches long, is shocking.

……

Leaving the Zen Temple, I bumped into a small monk.

The little guy held the bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket contained fresh bamboo shoots, and said in a milky voice: "The winter bamboo shoots dug by the great monk from the back mountain, give the emperor a taste." ”

Nan Baoyi looked at the freshness, picked up a big green-skinned bamboo shoot, and said with a smile: "This one belongs to me." ”

It's so big, you can fry a plate.

Secretly give it to the second brother to taste it.

As soon as he walked to his Zen temple, he saw him and Jiuxi just returning.

She hurriedly hid behind a bush of bamboo.

Although Jiuxi is dressed as a guard, he wears a beaded flower on his hair bun, and his face has exquisite makeup, and even his clothes are quietly smoked with fat powder.

She said softly: "What kind of mountain god marries, it is all the ignorance of the villagers. With the doors and windows of the boudoir locked, it is impossible for the bride to disappear for no reason. Master, I have a plan. ”

"Huh?"

"Since the murderer only catches the bride, let's arrange a fake marriage. The humble job is willing to pretend to be a bride to stay in the boudoir, the master is extremely strong, and it is most suitable for you to play the groom. Then ask the other guards and villagers to play the role of guests, and beat the gongs and drums to attract the attention of the murderer. When the murderer appears, we can catch him all. ”

Nan Baoyi hugged the bamboo shoots tightly.

That anger in my heart!

Where is this girl solving the case, it is clear that she wants to marry her second brother and deliberately hook him!

She hurriedly looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi came with a hand.

His eyes fell on the front door of the Zen temple in front of him.

The green dwarf bamboos danced, shaking off the branches and snow.

The little girl's bun swayed from the bun to the balls of rabbit fur, and the crimson skirt fluttered in the wind, which was not too eye-catching.

He smiled with thin lips.

Approaching, he stopped and deliberately asked, "Deep mountain temple, where does the sour smell come from?" It is so rich that it is thought to be an old vinegar that has been brewed for many years. ”

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

Bah!

He's the old vinegar!

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Whoa, at the end of the month, shy to ask for tickets