Xiao Yi walked out, and their girl was holding on to someone's thigh!

The girls of their family were disheveled, their little faces were flushed, their long green hair was scattered on the ground, the ties of their underwear were also spread out, and the lotus-colored main waist outlined a slender curve, like a small lotus showing sharp corners......

It's like what it looks like after being ruined.

"Nan Baoyi, let go!"

Xiao Yi was watched, and he was annoyed.

These maids must think that he is inferior to beasts.

spread out, and he was going to be scolded by the grandmother of the Nan family again.

Nan Bao's clothes were drunk and misty, and he raised his red Danfeng eyes: "After you finish me, don't you want me?" ”

A group of maids led by Aftertaste: "......"

The gaze is eerie.

The word "get" is very meaningful.

They raised their clear and bright eyes and looked at Xiao Yi with curiosity and disdain.

Their girl is just fifteen years old, and the new aunt can't wait!

Beasts!

The tips of Xiao Yi's ears were hot, and the roots of his ears were red.

He's not, he's not!

He walked out of the house regardless of his heart.

Nan Baoyi hugged his thighs so tightly that the back half of her body was almost dragging on the carpet, dragging and dragging, and she began to cry.

Xiao Yi really can't help it.

He squatted down and wiped the tears of the little girl: "I didn't bully you, why are you crying?" ”

Nan Baoyi knelt on the carpet and seriously ripped off her underwear.

It was too late for Xiao Yi to stop it.

The girl's sandalwood hair is thick and black, hanging down to the ground with curls, and it is like an ink pen under the lamplight, which is as elegant and beautiful as a freehand painting.

Her wide white petticoat is scattered all over the ground, her waist is slender and white, and she doesn't know what it tastes like to fold it up......

Xiao Yi's fingertips that wiped her tears paused in mid-air.

The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, tumbling and galloping violently.

Because he was too depressed, his pupils were scarlet, and the curvature of his thin lips was extremely cold and self-controlled.

His voice was hoarse: "Nan Jiaojiao......"

Nan Baoyi was unaware of his desires.

She raised her hand and teased her head full of green silk behind her back, presenting all the good things in front of Xiao Yi's eyes.

She was serious: "Am I beautiful?" ”

Xiao Yi pursed his lips.

The girl knelt in the lamplight, as if she was covering up, like the seductive goddess of Wushan in the book.

The fragrance of hibiscus came to her face, and her eyes were smiling and affectionate, as if the next moment would bring him into the dream she weaved, and go to bliss with him in the clouds and rain of Wushan.

The little girl he misses in his heart, how can she not be beautiful?

He knew it early on.

He rolled his Adam's apple and whispered, "Beauty." ”

Nan Baoyi laughed eatingly.

She held her little face and tilted her head proudly: "I exchanged my brain!" ”

Xiao Yi: "......"

I saw it.

He ran out of the dormitory with his desire and lay down in the wind and snow on Chinese New Year's Eve for a long time before finally expelling the enthusiasm.

But when she closed her eyes, she was still delicate......

……

At the beginning of the new year, the temple ushered in the first day of the first lunar month in a hurry.

The Nan family has only gained a firm foothold in Shengjing City, because it is the richest man in South Vietnam, and it has become a family with King Jing's mansion, so there are many people who come to socialize, rich businessmen and gentry, and powerful families are in an endless stream, and all kinds of gifts come in and out like flowing water.

This kind of liveliness only stopped for a moment on the Shangyuan Festival.

At dusk of the Shangyuan Festival, Nan Baoyi sat in front of the makeup mirror table to make up.

She made an appointment with Xiao Yi to go to Guanfeng Terrace to watch the lantern festival tonight.

Nan Baozhu sat by the window, sorting out the letterheads and invitations on the table, and couldn't help complaining: "When I come to Shengjing City, I want to socialize with more girls than Jinguancheng." Sisters and sisters, I can't even tell who's who! They don't have a little sincerity with each other, but they still have to be affectionate and affectionate, and the elder sister ......is the eldest sister and the younger sister is short."

Nan Baoyi took Luozidai and carefully described her eyebrows: "I heard the second aunt say that many families want to ask to marry a little cousin during the first month?" ”

"yes." Nan Baozhu flipped through the flower stickers, "But I don't love any of them - eh, this person is so annoying, he sends me invitations every once in a while, and I am so entangled by him that I dare not go out!" ”

"Who?"

"Call, Song Ming. It is said that he is the eldest son of Prime Minister Song, and now he is an errand boy in the Ministry of Officials. He looks like a talent, but unfortunately he is a round older than me, and he has a son under his knees. ”

Nan Baoyi nodded, and secretly said that it was indeed not a good match.

She put on the jewel bead hairpin and looked back at Nan Baozhu: "Little cousin really doesn't go out to play tonight?" ”

Nan Baozhu shook his head: "There is a lantern festival in the garden of the house, I am lazy, so I won't go out." When you come back, bring me the food and lanterns from Guanfengtai. ”

Since the end of the Chinese New Year's Eve palace banquet, she has gone out to play two or three times, but she can meet Song Shilang when she returns, as if the man is monitoring her from time to time.

She didn't like it.

Nan Baoyi got up and walked up to her, pinching her little face playfully.

She said: "The little cousin was born beautiful, like a radiant East Pearl. The ladies of Shangyuan Festival travel to eat tea, it is a rare opportunity to play wantonly, you are bored in the house alone, how boring? Besides, the second brother came to pick me up, maybe he will bring Ning Wanzhou with him. Count the days, you and he haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

Ning Wanzhou begged Xiao Yi to help him find a place where he could exercise his abilities.

Xiao Yi transferred him to Dali Temple as an errand boy, although he was only fifteen years old, things were done in a good way, except that he always had a cold face, and he had an excellent reputation in Dali Temple.

When she mentioned Ning Wanzhou, Nan Baozhu's expression was a little uncomfortable.

The child, who had been on an errand in Dali Temple for a few months, delivered the money to her on time every month and asked her to keep it for him.

Although there are not many of them, they ......

Whenever she took the bag of silver from him, she always felt strange in her heart.

As if she had some kind of intimacy with him......

"Little cousin?"

Nan Baoyi reminded.

Nan Baozhu came back to his senses and said, "Then I'll go out with you to play." ”

has the protection of the second brother's guards, and it is expected that Song Shilang will not be able to get close to her.

Nan Baoyi smiled and helped her dress up.

When he boarded the carriage, he didn't see Ning Wanzhou.

Xiao Yi glanced at Nan Baozhu and said lightly: "Shangyuan night shengjing city is empty of thousands of people, in order to prevent fires and pickpockets and traffickers, he was transferred to maintain order in the market." ”

Nan Baozhu shook the fan, looking even more uncomfortable.

Maintain order and maintain order, tell her what to do?

She's not uncommon with him!

When the carriage drove outside the Guanfeng Terrace, it could no longer move forward.

Guanfeng Lake is crowded with people, and it is more lively than that time of Qixi Festival.

Nan Baoyi stepped off the carriage, but saw the lantern torch, the moonlight and flowers, the water and the sky were clear, the painting boat was like weaving, and there were performances and storytelling, sword swallowing, miscellaneous plays, singing songs, monkey plays, magic and other artists by the lakeside, which caused the exclamations of the people one after another, and the liveliness was really breathtaking.

She was dazzled and heard laughter in the streets.

She looked.

Huge candles and lanterns are lit in the street sheds, the stories of the prisoners are painted on the lampshades, and the stalls are filled with all kinds of dark and gloomy torture instruments.

The officials headed by Ning Wanzhou held more than a dozen prisoners, and each prisoner had cardboard erected behind them, and the words clearly stated that they either deliberately set fires, or robbed ladies and hairpins, or played hooligans on women, and other crimes.