A faint shadow smudged on Yun Luan's eyelids, and a subtle and dark light flowed by, setting off the thick and gorgeous eyelashes more and more confusingly. Nan Zheng stared at Yun Luan, only to feel that the beating heart in his chest seemed to burst, just quietly staring at the woman in front of him, he felt that the love suppressed in his heart was gradually deepening, like a stream and a river converging rivers and seas.

Could it be that the precocious child can't escape the fate of bleak death after all?

Nan Zheng pursed his thin pale lips, and his expression became more and more solemn. What he expects in his heart is not to chase and love Yunluan for a moment, on the contrary, he is engraved with the iron blood and loyalty of a wolf in his bones.

The wolf is loyal to its mate, preferring to die when it falls into a trapping net. Nan Zheng knew that if he identified someone, he would be loyal to the person he identified for a lifetime, and he would never change his mind from dawn to twilight. The many heartbeats in life are all because of Yunluan, so ...... No matter what, he will never let go.

If the heavens want to call back the child it loves, then even if Nan Zheng tries his best and exhausts his life, he will never allow the person he believes to Fanghua to die early and end up with a miserable fate. The blessings of the Shade family are painful existences in themselves, and they are all bullshit in Nan Zheng's heart.

The children of early wisdom themselves have an important meaning of existence, they are not people who die early with a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper, in Nanzheng's heart, they are just children who are particularly favored by God, because they are particularly loved, so they will be imprinted with indelible traces.

Even if those traces of pain and the imprint of the soul cannot be reversed and faded, Nanzheng must do his best to find all ways to prolong Yunluan's life. What he wants is to hold the hand of his son and grow old with his son, not to be halfway through, and the other side is seized by the so-called fate, and the soul is gone.

Yun Luan's painful and haggard face was clearly reflected in the dim and uncertain eyes, and after staring at Yun Luan for a moment, Nan Zheng noticed that the soft water in his palm had gradually returned to the temperature of normal body temperature, which slightly soothed the tense nerves.

Yun Luan curled up in the leather chair groggily, she curled herself sideways into a thin shrimp, leaning helplessly on the thick and soft back of the leather chair. Waves of intense pain came one after another, torturing and destroying her body all the time.

Nan Zheng held Yun Luan's hands tightly anxiously, he was really a little afraid of Yun Luan, who was now pale and painful, he was afraid that Yun Luan would die early like the brain-dead daughter back then: he was even more afraid that even if Yun Luan could live longer, he would still have to bear such intense and unbearable pain.

Everyone only saw the radiant dignity of Miss Yun on the surface, but they didn't know that hidden under this radiant dignity was an abyss of endless suffering.

In a daze, Yun Luan weakly raised his eyes to look at Nan Zheng on his side, and then moved his fingers slightly uncomfortable, revealing his intention to turn over and lie on his back. Nan Zheng hurriedly stood up and rested Yun Luan's hands on her abdomen, and then carefully helped Yun Luan's curled body face up on her side and slowly helped her over.

Nanmo took out a soft beige knitted blanket from the cabinet, and carefully covered Yun Luan's slender body curled up on the leather chair: "She can't do this, you have to stretch her limbs and lay them flat on the leather chair, otherwise curled up like this in the process of pain, it is easy to cause numbness and cramps in the hands and feet." ”

Hearing Nan Mo say this, Nan Zheng became busy like a burning buttocks, he first placed Yun Luan's arms vertically flat on his sides, and then slowly stretched Yun Luan's slender legs without squinting and laid them flat on the leather chair. In the end, he adjusted the height and curvature of the lower leather chair uneasily, trying to make Yunluan lie on it more comfortably.

Of course, if it weren't for the fear that tossing Yunluan at this moment would make her feel more and more unbearable, Nan Zheng would have picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed in the infirmary to take care of her.

But he glanced back at the somewhat stiff bed, and then retracted his gaze to look at the comfortable leather chair that could be adjusted in a high and low arc, and finally dispelled the idea of holding Yun Luan on the bed to rest. The bed was really rough and cold, and the sheets were not smooth and silky to the touch, so don't rub Yunluan's delicate skin.

Thinking like this, Nan Zheng carefully tucked the corners of the beige thin blanket covering Yun Luan's body, and when his fingertips touched Yun Luan's soft lint that was cooling, he stood up and walked lightly to the edge of the window, closing the open window.

The pale gold light fell on Yun Luan's body through the clear glass, and the beige thin blanket was soaked in the radiant warmth of the sun, making Yun Luan feel warm and comfortable, and the warmth around her body soon melted. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain in her head, while involuntarily clutching the thin blanket covering her body.

Nan Zheng felt more and more distressed when he saw Yun Luan's action of absorbing warmth.

Looking at Nan Zheng's figure in the infirmary around Yun Luan's busy work, Nan Mo did not compete with him for the opportunity to take care of Yun Luan, he carefully observed Nan Zheng's demeanor and movements, and found that the other party's intimate care for Yun Luan was completely from the bottom of his heart, not a false expression of affection such as acting on the spot.

I saw that Nan Zheng seemed to dislike that his palm was not warm enough, so he actually took a cup to the water dispenser and took a cup of hot water, although the temperature of the hot water was far from the peak of boiling, but it still felt very hot in his hand through the glass.

The edges of Nan Zheng's fingers had been scalded red by the hot water in the glass, and Nan Mo watched Nan Zheng's movements in surprise, raising his eyes in disbelief to look at the other party's expression. I saw that Nan Zheng did not show the slightest expression of pain and unbearable pain, but clenched the hot water cup in his hand expressionlessly.

After the temperature in his palm finally reached the requirements expected by Nan Zheng, he was relieved of the glass in his palm, and then walked to Yun Luan's side lightly, sat on the stool and firmly wrapped his hot palm on Yun Luan's gradually cold soft wattle.

The temperature was so warm that Yun Luan couldn't help but sigh in a drowsy state, her cold hands seemed to be wrapped in hot magma, and the blood that had condensed all over her body because of the pain gradually melted and flowed, she was greedy for such a scorching warmth, so she subconsciously held Nan Zheng's palm.

The two palms, one large and one small, formed an extremely sharp contrast, Nan Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at Yun Luan's hand, the roots and jade fingers were narrow and slender, and they were extremely good-looking and delicate, and they were a pair of beautiful and soft flowers that should be used to play the piano and decorate jewelry.

He looked at his hand again, the joints were wide, the skin was rough, and it was tanned by the sun because of years of training in the training ground, and there were many small scars on it. Yun Luan's slender jade fingers held the tiger's mouth in his palm, like a jade-white flower sprouting out of the soil.

Although he really wanted to gently rub the back of Yun Luan's hand and the side of his wrist twice, so as to experience such a fascinating delicacy, he didn't have the ability to be bold after all, so he had to forcibly press the throbbing in his heart and take care of Yun Luan seriously.

Nan Zheng carefully looked at Yun Luan's face, and found that the person in front of him sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched slightly, thinking that when the headache attacked, it should be a burst of pain one after another. Thinking about this, Nan Zheng began to search in his mind for all the authoritative doctors he knew, which one of them was a holy hand of Chinese medicine in terms of brain.

If there is a doctor in this world who can cure Yun Luan's innate headache, then even if Nan Zheng puts down his status and goes to kneel and kowtow to invite people, he will not hesitate to do so.

Dignity and arrogance are important, but they are worthless compared to Yun Luan's life---

Nan Mo looked at Nan Zheng's side face staring at Yun Luan's deep thought, and was a little curious about what the other party was thinking? It stands to reason that the second generation of officials like Nan Zheng, who is well-rooted and red, is a veritable prince in Xuan City, and there should be no shortage of those warblers and Yanyan around him.

However, he and Nan Zheng often met and contacted in the military camp, but found that it was not the case at all, he thought that the children of the second generation of officials would be arrogant and domineering, and there was no one in his eyes: or arrogant and domineering, but he didn't think that the impression left by Nan Zheng on Nan Mo was approachable, calm and wise, without the slightest hint of extravagance, let alone the slightest domineering.

The most rare thing is the fact that the Southern Expedition cleans itself.

The soldiers in the battalion were all selected by thousands of people, and many of them were children of official families or rich families. To put it bluntly, there are a total of 500 recruits in the first battalion, and nearly three-fifths of them are second-generation officials, second-generation rich people, or the next political officials who are running for succession.

But some of them inevitably have some arrogance, after all, the status and honor of birth are beyond the reach of ordinary people in their lives, and what they have come into contact with and seen is far more than those of ordinary people, so their hearts and horizons are very broad, and they will inevitably reveal all the arrogance in their bones.

It is a kind of superior dignity, although it is a little annoying, but I have to admit that those people do have the capital to be domineering.

But the status of those second-generation officials and the rich second-generation is not worth mentioning at all compared with the Southern Expedition.

In the Xuan Kingdom, the eldest son of the family has the special right to directly inherit the position of his parents, without any vote for the election, or the examination recommendation, which is the respect for the ancient Zhong Ming Ding Shi family, and it is the right that the family has multiplied for a hundred years.

The reason why the noble family is glorious and above those famous families is, in the final analysis, just the profound heritage accumulated for a hundred years and the prestige and power. Such a large and ancient family flourishes like a towering ancient tree, deeply rooted in the land of Xuanguo, and has a mutually beneficial relationship with the country.

The formation of such ancient trees is enough to form a lush forest.

Among them, the intricate connections, the intertwined network of interests, and the excellent children taught with dedication are the fundamental source of the family's success. The reason why Xuanguo gave this honor and power to the family is because of the contribution and protection of these outstanding sons to the country.

Rely on each other and benefit each other: you have me, I have you.

Only in this way can the whole country and these noble families continue to flourish and reproduce, and then continue to thrive.

General Nan Lao is a marshal with a high status and great power in the Xuan Kingdom, but the title of marshal has gradually evolved into a general, but the power and dignity contained in it are self-evident, and they will not be changed in the slightest because of the change of name.

The Southern Expedition has the special right to directly inherit the rank of general, and other children may only be able to be promoted to colonel or lieutenant general after spending their lives, but the Southern Expedition is different. The power and reputation accumulated by the Nan clan for a hundred years was enough to send him to the pinnacle of military power, where there was no one above.

But it is such a noble man who willingly hides his identity, and then becomes a prosaic little rich second generation, training hard in the barracks. What made Nan Mo feel even more incredible was that Nan Zheng actually fell in love with Yun Luan at first sight, and his love was beyond words and could not be concealed.

From the perspective of the identity and status of the two, Nanzheng is the second generation of the army of Genzheng Miaohong, and Yunluan is the second generation of the political of Genzheng Miaohong.

In other words, their status is like a semicircle, and after meeting each other and uniting, this incomplete semicircle finally becomes a complete circle. The combination of military and political marriage is undoubtedly the quickest way to protect and prosper a prosperous family, but it is also the most difficult shortcut, after all, if there is a slight mismatch in status, neither family will agree to the marriage.

The family allows the children of the family to fall in love freely, but the limitation is that they must find a 'match' partner to fall in love, otherwise they will not send any blessings, let alone agree to a marriage that is not the right one.

After all, the knowledge is different, the vision is different, the people and things in contact with the surrounding environment are not the same, even if they come together vigorously with blood and feelings when they are young, but when they enter marriage in the future, they will eventually be consumed by the trivial and complicated trivial things between the two people with different opinions bit by bit.

Yun Luan and Nan Zheng's status are the same noble and radiant, if Yun Luan wants, then she can inherit the honorable status of Yun Father's national official position anytime and anywhere. But like Nan Zheng, she chose to work her own, rather than relying on the logical inheritance of her status.

It's just that two people with the same tenacity and tenacious character, if they go together in the future, they will inevitably break out into violent conflicts because they refuse to bow their heads to each other. Nan Mo stared at Nan Zheng with dim eyes, and only hoped that the two of them could experience more, run in more, and then make an appointment to join hands.

He sat on the other side of his desk and recorded the date and time of Yun Luan's headache attack, and then raised his arm to hold the glass that Nan Zheng had placed on the table. The hot temperature burned the flesh through the skin in the palm of his hand, and Nan Mo lowered his eyes to look at his reddened and stinging palm, and felt in his heart that he was indeed inferior to Nan Zheng.

He only held the glass for half a minute, and he felt unbearable burning pain, but Nan Zheng's hands in order to warm Yunluan could be clenched expressionlessly for a quarter of an hour.

Sure enough, it's incomparable.

After calculating the time, it was estimated that the pain of Yun Luan's headache should be about to pass, Nan Mo raised his eyes to look at Yun Luan, who was pale and haggard, and only hated that pain that could not be borne by Yun Luan.

Nan Mo lightly took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, picked out two pills skillfully, and silently placed them in Yun Luan's palm. Yun Luan opened his eyes slightly, casually glanced at the two pills in his palm, picked up the warm water placed on the table, and drank the pills with his head up.

"If you don't rest for a while, your headache will only get worse and worse, and then these medicines will not be able to suppress the pain, I advise you to take good care of yourself and stop working hard." After taking away the empty paper cup in Yun Luan's hand, Nan Mo frowned slightly, and lowered his eyes to stare at Yun Luan, revealing deep worry and disapproval.

In order to investigate the truth behind the incident in the first camp that year, Yun Luan can be said to have worked hard, and has never had a day of relaxation and rest in the past two years, but is like a clockwork puppeteer, running around mechanically and indifferently.

The position of deputy mayor of Sakura City is only one step away from the main rank, so Yun Luan must work hard to deal with all the mountains of government affairs, not to mention that her top boss is a bitter and scheming old woman, and the other party is jealous of Yun Luan's beautiful face and extraordinary ability, and is always harsh at every turn.

Miss Yunluan's status is enough to protect her in the treacherous political circles, but it can't protect her from those harsh accusations and difficulties, as well as those overt and covertly framed and planted.

However, the early twenties were promoted to the official position of deputy mayor of Sakura City, in Sakura City, such a hot official position is enough to push Yun Luan to the cusp, and there are many people who are red and jealous, so Yun Luan will inevitably become the target of public criticism in the days when he takes office.

It's just a matter of being busy and trivial in government affairs, and the colleagues and officials who come into contact with each other around are also smiling and hiding knives. Yes, Yun Luan did not suffer much when she first took office, but fortunately, as a precocious child, she quickly cleaned and beat the people around her with extraordinary talent.

Those who are obedient to her can enjoy many unspeakable benefits and benefits: those who disobey her will gradually be disregarded by the newly appointed officials with the passage of time.

Yun Luan deeply knows that it is important to establish a threat and deterrence, but the means to win people's hearts and control people's hearts should be slow rather than urgent. If she was in a hurry and took the liberty of startling the snake, she would inevitably be forced back by everyone, so she adopted the method of touching the vine and slowly cleaning or subduing them one after another.