Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Her sister actually killed someone's grandson!

She didn't want to be beaten to death by the servants, so she hurriedly jumped up and ran into the yard, shouting as she ran: "Woe to the family, what are you looking for me to do?!" ”

Mrs. Liu was surrounded by maids and stood nobly and indifferently under the porch.

She sneered: "If you want to blame, blame your sister." ”

"I don't know her well, I don't know her at all!" Nan Baoyi avoided the servant's hand, and climbed the loquat tree with his hands and feet, "Mrs. Liu, you are angry in your heart, go back to the house to settle accounts with her, don't look for me!" ”

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes.

This little slut just kept saying that he missed his sister, but now he said "unfamiliar".

Who believes?

She shouted: "Whoever catches this little slut will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!" ”

Nan Baoyi sat nervously on the loquat tree, holding the branches with both hands, and whoever dared to climb up, she kicked his face with embroidered shoes.

A group of stout servant women were helpless to deal with her for a while.

Mrs. Liu was angry: "Take an axe and cut down this tree, I don't believe it, she won't come down!" ”

"Mrs. Liu," Nan Baoyi said crisply, "This loquat tree is my husband's property, how can you cut it down at will?" Could it be that the family members of officials can bully the people at will? ”

"What about insulting you?" Mrs. Liu raised her chin arrogantly, "Zuo is just a guy in a wine shop, not even as good as the dog in my Da Situ Mansion!" Today, I will teach you who has the final say in Chang'an City! Cut it for me! ”

Just as he was about to make a move, someone pushed open the courtyard door.

"Who dare?"

The cold and deep voice sounded, like a pleasant huqin string sound.

The people sought prestige.

The young Lang Jun standing in front of the threshold, handsome and deep, golden and jade, wearing a complicated and exquisite Dan gauze robe, leather belt military boots, gold crown and hair, extremely noble.

Nan Baoyi was excited, and her voice was sweet: "Husband! ”

Xiao Yi was invited back by Luo Niangzi.

He looked up at the tree.

The little lady of his family actually climbed the tree......

It's really capable.

With a contemptuous smile on his thin lips, he slowly walked under the tree and stretched out his arms to her: "Beware of bugs in the tree, come down." ”

It's obviously a foot high.

But Nan Baoyi was not afraid at all.

The girl smiled sweetly, and pounced on Xiao Yi-

Xiao Yi hugged her with a full hug.

With the inertia turned around, the girl's dark green skirt rotated and flew, and the crow's hair was like an ink pen sketching at will.

Nan Baoyi grabbed Xiao Yi's neck, almost relying on instinct to complain: "My husband is not here, I have suffered a lot of grievances......"

Xiao Yi glanced at Mrs. Liu, and a cold glint flashed in Danfeng's eyes.

He kissed Nan Baoyi's face and put her on the ground.

Shi Yan and the others brought a Hu bed.

Xiao Yi lifted his robe, sat lazily on the Hu bed, and glanced at Mrs. Liu lightly: "This king doesn't know that in the eyes of Mrs. Liu, this king is not as good as a dog in your house." ”

Ben Wang ......

The expressions of everyone in the courtyard changed.

Mrs. Liu panicked.

What did she hear?

This man, who calls himself "this king"?

Didn't that little slut just now say that her husband was a guy in a wine shop?

She looked at Xiao Yi, this guy is well-dressed, peerless, and there are a number of guards on display around him, how does it look like a guy in a wine shop?

She knows several princes in Chang'an City.

This face-to-face must be the King of Yong, who came back a while ago, and the one who dared to argue with the queen's mother.

Mrs. Liu never expected that she would kick the iron plate!

This person is sick, he can't live in the Yongwang Mansion, and he actually ran to the market with the beautiful little lady to play role-playing games!

She was very annoyed by Xiao Yi.

She pinched the fan and said in a low voice: "I don't know if it's His Royal Highness King Yong, I have offended a lot, and I hope I will forgive me." It's just—"

She stared at Nan Baoyi, and her eyes flashed with malice, "It's just that His Royal Highness King Yong hasn't married yet, and he runs to the market with a woman from three religions and nine streams, which is really unseemly." If you let the queen know about it, I'm afraid she will reprimand Her Highness, right? The courtiers thought that His Royal Highness was just having fun, but don't delay the winter draft! ”

Nan Baoyi stood beside Hu's bed, her hands wrapped in her sleeves, her knuckles gradually turning white.

She didn't know that her husband was the prince......

Moreover, she followed her husband without a name or a point!

Xiao Yi keenly captures the girl's emotional changes.

He felt a pang of anxiety in his heart.

He knocked on the bed, and couldn't bear to raise his eyes: "Mrs. Da Situ is very lenient, and she actually manages the marriage of this king...... Come to think of it, you want to be a queen. ”

Mrs. Liu said fiercely: "Don't threaten me here, today I am reckless, you wait!" ”

After speaking, he did not retreat, and took a group of servants and maids to walk out of the small mansion angrily.

The family has its own arrogant and arrogant confidence.

Shiyan held his breath and stared, secretly glanced at Xiao Yi, and then glanced at Nan Baoyi.

He thought for a moment, gestured, and quietly led the guards out of the mansion.

The courtyard door was shut.

Xiao Yi held Nan Baoyi's hand.

The little girl's fingertips were cold.

He took Nan Baoyi into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her face: "Angry? ”

Nan Baoyi turned his little face away and was angry: "How dare you be angry with His Royal Highness King Yong?" ”

Xiao Yi knew that she was angry that she didn't tell her identity.

He was calm: "Once upon a time, you knew that I was the prince. In the future, when I recover, I will always remember this identity, so why should I rush to tell you? What's more, in my eyes, King Yong is Xiao Daoyan, the prince who must support the country. But accompanying Nan Jiaojiao was Xiao Yi. From beginning to end, it was the down-and-out adopted son of Jinguancheng, Xiao Yi. ”

Nan Baoyi lowered her eyelashes.

Some broken pictures passed through my mind, the kiss on the Xiling Snow Mountain, the confession of Jueyuan Temple, and the love on the plank road of Jianmen Mountain......

Angina pectoris.

Although she can't remember the details, she knows very well that she is in love with this man.

She grabbed Xiao Yi's hand and placed it on her heart.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" ”

Nan Baoyi nestled in his arms, drooping his eyebrows: "It's uncomfortable, rub it." ”

Xiao Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Jiaojiao is willing to be close to him, but she doesn't blame him.

While rubbing his heart for her, he said seriously: "It is good to be in a high position, but like now, why not be good with Jiaojiao Chen, Zhong Dusk, light rice and coarse tea?" ”

As if disagreeing with his opinion, Nan Baoyi pursed her lips.

Xiao Yi kissed her little mouth: "Why are you angry again?" ”

Nan Baoyi muttered: "I don't like light rice and coarse tea......"

She raised her little face, and Danfeng's eyes were shining: "Husband, you are so stupid, how good it is to be in a high position, pearls and jades, delicacies from the mountains and seas, and enjoy them inexhaustibly." Why bother to put a good life and come here for light rice and coarse tea? I think you're the one who has a problem with your brain. ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

Come on.

His little lady is indeed a layman.

Nan Baoyi touched his head, tender as water: "Does my husband love me?" ”

Xiao Yi held her restless little hand and kissed her on the lips: "Love." ”

"Then I want to be Princess Yong."

Nan Baoyi said bluntly.

What she wants, she always says directly.

Polite?

Sentimental?

Inexistent.

She privately thinks that it is very good to be Princess Yong, she is well-dressed and well-fed, high, can use her power to protect the people she wants to protect, and is not afraid of being bullied and abused.

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There's another chapter, where you sleep first,

(In addition, Wushisan was made by Zhang Zhongjing, a famous doctor in the Eastern Han Dynasty, with the original intention of treating typhoid fever, but it was used crookedly in the Wei and Jin dynasties, and later Sun Simiao proposed to destroy Wushisan)