The letter paper is a delicate peony sprinkled with gold paper.

The hairpin flower is beautiful and graceful, and copied a "Yue Ren Song".

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, and the king does not know ......"

Xiao Yi muttered leisurely.

Nan Baoyi poked out a pair of eyes from behind the poetry book.

The corners of Lord Quanchen's mouth were slightly upturned, and Danfeng's eyes were full of smiles, like tiny stars dotted with bright light.

She bit her lip.

What "I don't know", Xue Mei is a woman, but she takes the initiative to write love poems to men, and she is not insensitive!

And Xiao Yi, isn't it just a love poem, what do you do like that, like a stupid roe deer!

She felt aggrieved in her heart, and even her gaze was a little fierce.

Xiao Yi condensed the poem.

The corners of the mouth, which were originally raised, suddenly stagnated slightly after noticing the difference in fonts.

Although Nan Jiaojiao is also a hairpin, the font is a little more elegant and elegant, and it is not as neat and regular as the font in the letter.

This is not a love poem written by Nan Jiaojiao.

The letterhead was not signed, he turned over the purse, and the corner of the purse was embroidered with the word "charming".

This is......

Xue Mei gave it to him.

Xiao Yi raised his eyes and stared at Nan Baoyi.

The little girl showed the upper half of her face from the back of the poetry book, and her expression was a hideous twist!

Danfeng's eyes were wide open, chirping, like a fierce goose ready to talk about people.

The eyes are facing each other.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly restrained her expression and tried to pretend to be gentle and well-behaved.

She sat upright, flipping through the book of poems with her orchid fingers cocked.

She coughed lightly twice, and said sweetly: "The second brother is really blessed, even the daughter of the Xue Dudu family is very ...... to you."

Xiao Yi's eyes were dark.

In vain, he was so happy just now, but he didn't expect that the love poem was not written by Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao actually helped other girls to hand over love poems......

Isn't she jealous?

Nan Baoyi tugged at the pages of the book and glanced at him quietly.

She couldn't help but be tempted: "Does the second brother want to reply?" ”

When he asked this, even the fingers that were pulling the pages of the book were subconsciously tightened.

It seems that he is afraid of hearing an answer that he does not want to hear......

Half a foot away, Xiao Yi looked at her.

He asked rhetorically, "Does Jiaojiao want me to reply?" ”

Nan Baoyi pursed her lips.

She flipped another page of the book, brewed the wording, and said indifferently: "Naturally, I don't want it." First, Xue Mei did good deeds in the name of heavy snow relief, but in fact she disregarded the people and caused a more serious man-made disaster than the snow disaster. It can be seen that Xue Mei is a person who sells her reputation and reputation, and she is not worthy of her second brother's love for her. Second, you are at odds with Xue Dudu, and you will always have to fight for the military power of Shu County in the future, if the second brother marries Xue Mei-"

Nan Baoyi's words came to an abrupt end.

Because Xiao Yi is close at hand.

He condescended, reaching out and pinching her cheeks on both sides.

The little girl's mouth was forced to purs, delicate and cute, like a bean paste bun that could be disposed of at will.

He leaned down, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of hers.

"Don't care about Xue Mei, don't care about how Xue Dudu ......" his Adam's apple rolled, Danfeng's eyes were as dark as ink, "What I want to know is that Nan Jiaojiao herself, Nan Jiaojiao is a person, I don't want my brother to reply to other women." ”

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

The powerful minister in front of him is different from the past.

His shirt was open, a few strands of lacquered hair hung from the corners of his forehead, Danfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of his tongue licked the corners of his mouth, which made him extremely evil.

The breath that was close at hand was dense and hot.

The crisp and gentle fragrance of the mountains and rivers, like shackles, entwined her in the slightest, leaving her with no way to escape.

The possessiveness in her expression made her heart palpitate.

Yes, she was spoiled by him too much, and completely forgot what a domineering and ruthless person the emperor Xiao Yi used to be.

She opened her moist eyes and shivered subconsciously.

"Hurt ......"

She was aggrieved, and her eyes were quietly filled with crystal droplets.

Xiao Yi was slightly stunned, and immediately let go of his hand.

On the little girl's white and tender cheeks, there were red finger prints.

He didn't want to make her afraid.

He eased his emotions, glanced at the poetry book in her hand, and pretended to sneer lightly: "The books have been taken down, Nan Jiaojiao, which poem are you reciting?" ”

Nan Baoyi was silent.

She hugged the poetry collection into her arms, drooped her eyelashes, and said softly: "Second brother, in your place, my heart is not quiet, I went back to Songhe Courtyard to recite poems." ”

After speaking, he respectfully blessed him and turned his head to trot.

Xiao Yi watched her disappear from view.

He reminisced about the tenderness of the little girl's face, tilted his head, and licked his fingertips wickedly.

He had just asked so bluntly, did the little girl understand what he meant?

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of emotion: "Nan Jiaojiao, hurry up and figure it out, I can't wait too long......"

Yu Guang noticed Xue Mei's letterhead and purse.

He sneered, tore the letterhead to shreds, and threw the purse to Shiku, who was outside the window, "I've rewarded you." ”

……

Nan Baoyi ran all the way back to Songheyuan.

Somehow, she always felt like a wild beast was staring at her, as if if if she ran slower, she would be eaten without even a bone.

Lotus Ye came up, saw that she was panting, and hurriedly presented warm tea, "Little ancestor, there is no dog behind you, what are you doing running so fast?" ”

Nan Baoyi drank a cup of tea.

Her cheeks were red, and she didn't pay attention to the lotus leaves, and went straight into the brocade tent.

She buried herself in the depths of the quilt, and said angrily: "You all go out, no one is allowed to disturb me without my orders!" ”

Lotus Ye didn't understand what was wrong with her, so she had to retreat with the maids.

Nan Baoyi was in the dark, holding her hot cheeks, staring at the void, and her mind was in chaos.

- Don't care about Xue Mei, and don't care about Xue Dudu......

- What I want to know is that Nan Jiaojiao herself, Nan Jiaojiao is a person, I don't want my brother to reply to other women.

The words of the Mighty Minister came to my ears repeatedly.

What does he mean?

Did he mean that?

How could he mean that?!

Nan Baoyi suddenly lifted the quilt.

She sat cross-legged in the brocade tent, her face flushed, and the lion's head on the night of the Shangyuan Festival stared at her.

She put her arms around the lion's head and muttered to it: "He is Xiao Yi, an emperor, and a powerful minister who will be in turmoil in the world when he stomps his feet!" He doesn't even look down on a princess, how can he have a ...... for me What about that kind of mind? ”

She threw away the lion's head and lay down on the bed in large letters, staring at the top of the curtain in a daze.

"Misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding in between! It's not that I'm presumptuous, I'm also more beautiful, more intelligent than ordinary girls, with poetry and books, understanding, gentle and considerate, but so what, he is a powerful minister after all! ”

Nan Baoyi collapsed and pulled across the quilt and covered herself.

The man looked brilliant and strategic, but she couldn't even understand what he was saying, and she was so restless that she couldn't figure out what he meant.

If that's really the meaning, is it difficult to just say "I like you"?

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