Nanqiang shrank beside Princess Changning like a frightened cat.

Princess Changning looked at Nan Mingchong: "Okay, okay!" This trivial matter, I will naturally teach her a lesson. Qing Luan has been sick again in the past few days, and he has just fainted, you have not come back for so long, why don't you hurry up and take a look! ”

Princess Changning was quite impatient, and Nan Mingchong didn't dare to upset Princess Changning.

glanced at Nanqiang before retiring.

After Nan Mingchong left, Nan Qiang's stiff body gradually softened and let out a long sigh.

Princess Changning snorted coldly: "If you are filial to me, don't make trouble every day." Your mother's head has been sore lately, you can't help, and don't make any more trouble. ”

Nanqiang pursed his thin lips, and his round eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing this, Nan Zhao said, "Why don't you two go to the ancestral hall and kneel and think about it!" ”

Then he said slowly: "Grandmother, Zhao'er will help you go back." ”

Princess Changning sighed lightly, and said in an old voice: "That's it, don't make trouble with your grandfather and ancestors." ”

Nanqiang was pardoned, his face showed a shallow pear vortex, and when he saw Nan Zhaozheng's cold face, he hurriedly drooped down again.

Nan Zhao helped Princess Changning back to Chuntang Residence, Princess Changning was old, more than eighty years old, and her body was strong.

Since 20 years ago, the old Nanhuai King passed away due to illness, and Princess Changning rarely stepped out of Chuntang Residence, and the old grandmother who had served her for many years had already passed away.

Now the one who is serving around her is Mama Mu, who has the heart of Princess Changning the most.

"Zhao'er is steady, and Zhi'er is transparent. As for you, Cheng Ri is like a loose horse, making a fuss! ”

Princess Changning looked at Nanqiang like a monster.

"Grandmother, Qiang'er is not fooling around."

Nanqiang was as docile as a cat, and took Mama Mu's teacup diligently and presented it to Princess Changning.

Princess Changning didn't answer, and the tea cup was so hot that Nanqiang was like a drop on the coffee table.

Princess Changning said: "I know it's burning your hands." ”

When Nanqiang heard this, he didn't dare to speak, nor did he dare to move. The hot fingers of the tea cup were red, and the pain penetrated from the fingertips into the heart.

Nanori glanced at it and knelt down in a proper manner. Seeing this, Nanqiang also knelt down, raised the tea in his hand, and flattered Princess Changning.

Nan Zhao stood beside Princess Changning, and the hall was silent for a while, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Princess Changning looked at the two kneeling below: "If you can win in martial arts, you will have to suffer a lot of flesh and skin." ”

Princess Changning took the tea handed over by Mama Mu, took a sip, and continued:

"On martial arts, can you be better than your eldest sister? Qiang girl, now you are also fourteen, squandering whips all day long, with a stinky temper, and in a hurry. Every time you poke the big basket, you need your eldest sister to bear it for you, and if you make a mistake, you pretend to be soft. If there is a next time, I should let your father teach you a good lesson! ”

"Grandmother, granddaughter knows it's wrong." Nanqiang muttered in a low voice.

Princess Changning raised her voice: "What's wrong?" ”

Nanqiang pondered for a moment: "Granddaughter shouldn't be rash and reckless and impulsive. ”

"You know it's wrong, and when I see you change. I see your temperament, Xi Wen can't calm down, next month, when your father goes to Beijing to meet the new emperor and comes back, I will ask him to take you to the barracks and hone your temperament. ”

Nan Qiang heard that his voice changed, and he was about to speak, but when he saw that Princess Changning was really angry, he immediately lowered his head.

The night of early spring in February is slightly cold, the moon stars are sparse, and there are no clouds.

Bai Zhi saw Nanqiang sitting in the corridor looking at the bright moon, under the silver and white moonlight, Nanqiang combed his hair in a simple bun, and the black and green silk was draped on his shoulders, revealing a slight light.

The moonlight stretched Nanqiang's slender figure, making Nanqiang a little thin and coquettish.

It is rare to see Nanqiang sullen, calm down to admire the moon,

Afraid that Nanqiang would be cold at night, Bai Zhi took a thin jacket and covered Nanqiang.

When Bai Zhi approached, Nanqiang suddenly asked, "This time my father went to Beijing to meet the new emperor, will he bring his sister-in-law and Hu'er back?" ”

Bai Zhi was stunned, knowing that Nanqiang was talking about the princess of Huai'an and the little prince of Chenghu.

Nan Jinyu, the prince of Huai'an, was the concubine of the first family, and was named the prince of Huai'an by Emperor Mingde at the age of thirteen, and was given a mansion in Kyoto.

Five years ago, the prince of Huai'an suddenly fell ill and died in Kyoto, leaving the princess and the six-year-old to ride the hoofs in the Kyoto mansion.

Nan Qiang once asked Sister Nan Zhao, Nan Zhao's face changed slightly, but he never understood half a sentence.

When Nanqiang was two years old, the elder brother went to Kyoto. The years have long blurred Nan Qiang's impression of Nan Jinyu.

Nanqiang was in Song Qingluan's house, and he had seen the portrait of Nan Jinyu, and he had also seen it in the study, and his relatives in the Nanqiang prefect's house missed his brother.

In the past, when I was young, my brother would send a letter to send a fast horse back to the house during the New Year's holidays, and the brother mentioned his relatives one by one in the letter, and expressed his condolences.

When the elder brother died, the body was transported back to Nanhuai and buried in the Nanjia cemetery.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi said in a low voice: "Why did Miss suddenly mention this matter again." ”

Nanqiang's eyes lit up: "Chenghu must have never eaten Nanhuai's osmanthus rice cakes, tomorrow I will find my father and ask him to bring a cook who is good at making osmanthus rice cakes." Chenghu has lived in Kyoto for a long time, and if he wants to taste the delicious food of Nanhuai, he can't forget the flavor of Nanhuai. ”

Bai Zhi grinned: "That's a good idea." Miss has a cool night, it's time to go back and rest. ”

In the Nanhuai Palace, the main house is brightly lit and the red candles are flickering.

Song Qingluan wore a forehead wipe on his head, and his lips were a little pale.

Nan Mingchong sat on the epiphany wooden chair, poured a glass of spirits, and took a sip of his head in his stomach.

Song Qingluan supported his face with one hand and chaired the small coffee table on the bed with the other.

Nan Mingchong said for a moment: "You have a head attack, and you will go to Beijing in a few days to see you, so you don't need to go with you." ”

Song Qingluan suddenly opened his eyes: "That's not possible, do you know how long I've been looking forward to this day." ”

"But you can't blow the cold wind, it's tiring all the way to Beijing, the weather in Kyoto is colder than Nanhuai, your body is important, when your body is better, I'm accompanying you."

"You're going with me? When you sent Jinyu to Beijing, you deceived me like this. You can't enter the palace without being summoned, how can you accompany me? Song Qingluan's eyes gradually turned rosy.

"This time, even if I am so sick that I can only take a breath with a decoction, I am still going, I want to see Qi Lan's mother and son, I don't know how the child has grown over the years."

Nan Mingchong's face was red, and he was dull.

Song Qingluan continued: "Lord Wang, Zhao'er is sixteen years old this year, and when she comes back from Kyoto, she should also find a family affair for Zhao'er, but she can't delay it any longer." ”

Nan Mingchong was interested, and rolled up his sleeves: "Which son are you in the picture?" ”

Song Qingluan frowned: "Isn't there a suitable candidate for the prince?" ”

Nan Mingchong turned his head sideways and poured a glass of wine: "I have been in the military camp all the year round, where is the right person." If there is, it will not delay Zhao'er until now. ”

Song Qingluan immediately became uneasy: "Then the prince can also choose a talent in the army, regardless of family background, as long as he has a good appearance, a good temperament, and great ambitions." ”

Nan Mingchong raised his eyebrows: "The men in the barracks, all of them are five big and three thick, with rough and dark skin, where do they come from." If you want me to say, Zhao'er should choose a gentle and jade-like father-in-law, a friend in the boudoir that his wife knows, and a talented and good-looking son from a famous family, wouldn't it be easier than me looking for a needle in a haystack in the barracks and fishing out such a person! ”