The dark gray cloud curtain gathers layer upon layer, like the purple ink of the inkstone turning into water, from the deep silence, noble, flowing with a faint ripple purple ink, gradually changing into a quiet, cold smoky gray.

The silver-white lightning with a thunderous momentum ruthlessly and cruelly tore through the thick clouds. The silver and white gradually turned into blue, and then from the blue to the dye, the wisps of gray and purple.

It cleaved down a roaring roar that tore apart the original blue-blue sky.

"It's spring rain." With the rumbling spring thunder in his ears, Nan Zuisheng sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the unpredictable lightning and thunder outside the window.

Nan Fusheng closed the windows of the carved pavilions on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the cold wind mixed with fine rain blew down on the cuffs: "This year's spring rain came late, but the formation was not small. ”

Then the two sat down on the carpet, the soft white color against the luxurious and delicate window, both silent.

"Do you have to fight for power and status?" Nan Zuisheng suddenly asked.

There is no longer the clarity and innocence of the past in her eyes, but only gloomy and cold: "Although you don't say it, I understand everything." ”

Nan Fusheng's thin lips opened slightly, but he was dumbfounded.

"Nan clan and two clans, your family already has a high status and prestige in the military circles, and my family has been rooted in the political circles for many years, why do you have to compete for a higher position?." Although it can't be called the wind and rain now, it can be regarded as a monstrous power.

Nan Fusheng stared at Nan Zuisheng, who was leaning against the window lattice, and looked at Nan Zuishsheng who was in the blue-purple thunder and lightning through the pouring rain: "Why did you suddenly ...... today?" Say these? There was a rare hint of uncertainty in his deep, magnetic voice: "You didn't pay attention to this before. ”

Nan Zuisheng smiled.

A cold, sarcastic smile.

The beauty is breathtaking.

"Brother, although I am still underage, it does not mean that I am still a child." Nan Zuisheng slowly lowered his thrilling smile, and his beautiful eyes were slightly raised.

She casually played with the crow-like flowing ink hair on the soft white carpet: "During this time, I have been paying attention to all kinds of information about the two clans of the Nan clan, and many of them are due to the Northern War. "And, of course, a few tiny little flies.

"Brother, do you know, I regret it......" Nan Zuisheng sighed faintly, and the black hair wrapped around her fingertips suddenly tightened, stretching her narrow and slender fingers into wisps of red marks.

Nan Fusheng's handsome face was shrouded in a faint brilliance, and his thin lips with graceful lines opened and closed, closed and opened. After repeating this for a long time, he finally stretched out his clenched fist in defeat, and the dark red bends left behind by the fierce pinching in his palm.

"You got it, right." It's obviously a questioning statement, but it carries an unquestionable affirmation.

Nan Zui smiled.

"Hmm."

I knew it when Beilangsheng kissed me for the first time.

What you like, what you like, all of them are illusions!

Nan Fusheng stared worriedly at the girl listening to the rain by the window, the sound of the rain sounded noisy, chaotic, heavy, and almost depressing, and it was so cold that it made people breathless.

The long crow-like hair flowed quietly on the soft white carpet, and the silent black and pure white were intertwined, and the soft lingering was intertwined. With the sound of ticking raindrops, under the torrential rain, sometimes the light of the lights is shallow and shallow flowing, and sometimes the purple electricity is deeply shrouded in thunder.

"Don't be sad, my brother has always been by your side." He stood up on his knees, bent down, picked up a handful of silky, cold black hair, and placed it safely aside.

Nan Zuisheng's face seemed to be soaked in the cold of the ice and snow, and the dark sky was refracted on her face through the glass, and there was no blood in it.

Her whole body was like a wounded little beast, curled up in Nan Fusheng's broad chest.

"You know what, brother. Although I was very touched by Beilangsheng's kindness to me, this affection was generated too quickly, and when he flattered me and accompanied me, I couldn't help but have doubts. Nan Zuisheng snuggled in the man's arms and said lightly without the slightest emotion.

She raised her eyes and stared out the window quietly, the originally clear and clear rain, under the shroud of dark gray clouds, was also soaked in light, gloomy stains and dust.

"I see. When he first approaches you, you start to suspect him. Nan Fusheng's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully and gently combed the ink hair between his fingers.

Nan Zuisheng slowly closed his somewhat sour eyes, and hummed softly inaudibly.

"There are some things that I wasn't meant to tell you, and knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing. But that's it, so I'll tell you about it slowly. ”

The low magnetic voice lingered in his ears, and Nan Zuisheng tapped his jaw lightly, curled up in his warm embrace and listened quietly, which originated from the grievances of many years ago.

"When I was a teenager, the North Clan and the South Clan, the three families had a great friendship, and this good bond started from your grandfather Nanshan and continued to your father Nanzheng."

"As for my parents, you also know that the two major divisions in the political and military circles have always been incompatible, if they always get together and meet often, it will always arouse suspicion of right and wrong, so the alliance will be entrusted to your family, after all, they are partners who have been in the political circles for many years, and it is easier to reach a consensus on cooperation."

"Originally, I thought that the two clans of the South Clan, plus the North Clan, could maintain a good cooperative relationship in this way. But all of this was shattered when the woman named Iris appeared......"

The spring rain outside the window is still pouring down.

But the thunder of the clouds went away.

Silky long ink-colored hair flowed between his fingers, and Nan Fusheng lowered his eyes to look at the broken light and shadow flowing in the ink. The ethereal stream is like a full wine glass reflecting the light and shadow of the moon, full of beautiful stars and gloomy night light.

"No wonder I've never heard Bei Langsheng mention his mother, I see." Nan Zuisheng listened to the intricate grievances and disputes hidden under this lingering sympathy, and some pale lips opened slightly.

Recalling that in the past, when they were at school, the four of them sat by the window, and they had an intimate relationship with each other at the same table, so they often got together to laugh and talk during the end of class or lunch breaks.

Chang Xiao's parents are skilled cooks, enthusiastic and upright, and often prepare nutritious and delicious lunch boxes for their daughter to take to school and share food with good friends.

Over time, except for Bei Langsheng, all of the four people in the southeast, northwest and northwest began to discuss their parents enthusiastically, and in the young and childish admiration, under the youthful and childish smile, they all respected and loved.

Only Bei Langsheng leaned quietly on the seat, and his slightly furrowed eyebrows seemed to be listening carefully, but if he looked closely, he would find that the smile on his lips was still so careless.

At that time, Nan Zuisheng was still puzzled, Bei Langsheng, as a well-known 'North Little Prince' in Xuan City, the only son of the mayor of Beizhan, was born with a noble identity and a prominent and famous family, so that he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and became a star-like existence holding the moon.

It stands to reason that his elders and parents, who only have such an only son and such a talent, should be meticulously cared for, cared for, and carefully taught.

Beilang should have his own, warm childhood, as well as the love and care of his parents.

But he didn't say anything.

Not a word.

was puzzled in the past, but now it suddenly dawns on him, and Nan Zuisheng completely understands why Bei Langsheng was silent at the beginning.

Because of the death of his mother Iris, all the love of his father in the Northern War gradually passed away with the fragrance of his wife. His soul was buried in the cold, dark soil with the death of Iris, and he was silent in the gloomy cemetery.

How can a man who has lost his heart and soul be a qualified father?

Even though there is the love and care of the elders, the loss of father's love and mother's love can no longer be remedied, so it created the taciturn of Beilangsheng at the beginning.

Under the laughter, there was another soul that had been hurt......

It's hard to believe that Beilangsheng was still smiling, quietly listening to their admiration and worship, even though the smile was so careless.

Nan Fusheng gently stroked her black hair, the phoenix eyes were shining, her handsome eyebrows were shining under the bright crystal lamp, and even the low magnetic voice became more and more ethereal under this glittering light, and it swirled around Nan Zuisheng's ears like smoke and mist.

"After the death of Iris, Beizhan was indifferent to everything, even the only son left by Iris, Bei Langsheng, he didn't care, he just hired a nanny and servant, and took turns to take care of him day and night."

Nan Zuisheng sighed after hearing this, and his eyes were as clear as water, faintly revealing obscure compassion: "No wonder Bei Langsheng is silent about his parents, but his growth experience is so depressing, and he can hide it very well when he is outside, and every smile makes people feel like a spring breeze." ”

It's just that hidden under this spring breeze, what kind of dark and cold complex emotions?

The black jade cufflinks flow in the light with a smooth glow, and the narrow and slender fingers gently caress the warm jade veins, and the two different greasy and greasy colors complement each other, and together in the brilliance under the crystal lamp, outline a layer of light and greasy glitter.

Nan Fusheng couldn't help but look at it in a daze.

After the phoenix's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, he held Nan Zuisheng's hand rubbing the cufflinks of his suit, and kissed him gently: "Bei Langsheng is not a simple character, all his sunshine and enthusiasm, do you know that it is not a disguise?" After all, his name as a young boy in the north is not in vain. ”

"I know." Nan Zui Shengxiu's narrow and slender hands are half stretched and half extended.