Nangong Jin watched the brother and sister laughing from a distance, and a trace of loneliness suddenly rose in her heart.

Although he has great power, he is too cold to be in a high place, and he has not even had a confidant all these years.

If he also had such a sister...... How nice it should be.

The dusty memory was opened, and Nangong Jin remembered that he also had a sister before.

The little face carved in pink, the fleshy little hands, all the memories seem to be still imprinted in the mind.

He rarely saw such pure eyes, but unfortunately, his sister was unlucky and died young.

Except for a few people in the house, no one outside knows that Nangong Jin also has a sister who died young, and he has always thought that he is an only son.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the two of them were already talking and laughing and gradually walked away, the wind was noisy, and Nangong Jin's figure looked extremely lonely.

He was a little jealous of Song Anguo, and he was a little crazy with jealousy. There has never been such a person around him who can trust him wholeheartedly, rely on him, and see him alone.

His eyes were slightly downcast, and the thoughts in Nangong Jin's heart came out in a subtle and dense manner, which made him feel better. After a few days of comfortable life, it was time for her to toss well.

"Miss, Ping'an Hou called you over, saying that there are 100,000 urgent matters." Qing'er hurriedly came in and called her own lady, and she didn't know what kind of urgency it was, so she couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Song Jiayao put down the scroll in her hand and frowned slightly, Nangong Jin is looking for him? There is no important matter that should not be discussed with the father. How did you find her?

Although she had doubts in her heart, Song Jiayao's steps were not slow. It's not good if there's a real urgency to delay. hurried to Nangong Jin's tent, and someone was already waiting for her to go in.

Song Jiayao has been gone for a long time, and she is still panting slightly. After entering the tent, he saluted first, "I've seen Ping'anhou." ”

"Hmm." Nangong Jin happily looked at Song Jiayao standing below, her face was like a peach blossom, she was delicate, she was very good, but her body was weaker.

Song Jiayao waited for Nangong Jin's instructions, but after hearing him answer, she stopped talking, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "But there is an urgent matter to call the little girl to come?" ”

Nangong Jin slowly turned the folding fan in his hand without hurry, slowly opened it, stared at the plum blossoms on it for a while, and then said: "There was an emergency, but now it's fine." ”

Song Jiayao didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd. frowned and was about to retreat, but was stopped by Nangong Jin again.

"Make Ben Hou a cup of tea."

Song Jiayao's leg that was about to step back stopped suddenly, although she didn't know why, she didn't say anything, and stepped forward to make tea for Nangong Jin.

Tea making is a compulsory course for women, and Song Jiayao will naturally not be left behind. In his previous life, he was Lin An's wife, and often made a pot of tea for him when he was tired, and often won his appreciation.

Song Jiayao is familiar with this action, the action of ordering tea is just right, the tea foam bites the white porcelain plum blossom gilt gold, not sinking or floating, just right.

Nangong Jin nodded approvingly, but she didn't know that she still had this hand. Thinking of this, Song Jiayao's first cup of tea was for him, and the joy between his eyebrows couldn't help but increase a little more.

After all, Nangong Jin is still a little childish, no matter how powerful she is outside, she is as clean as a child in her heart.

When the child got the candy, he naturally grinned. Song Jiayao happened to look up and saw Nangong Jin's pure dazzling smile, and she was stunned for a while.

Nangong Jinsheng is indeed a good look, if it weren't for the reputation of ghosts, I'm afraid that the threshold of the medium would be broken.

Song Jiayao slandered in her heart, but she didn't show half a point on her face. Standing quietly aside, thinking that it shouldn't be so easy to go back today.

I don't know what Nangong Jin is up again. It seems that he remembered to play tricks on her again. Song Jiayao had a headache and didn't know what to do. This Ping'an Marquis is a scoundrel, and it is a little more difficult than the ruffians and hooligans on the streets.

Nangong Jin didn't know what Song Jiayao was thinking, she was very satisfied with her obedience, and felt a little bored.

He likes to see people angry and helpless after being teased, but Song Jiayao's light and breezy appearance made him lose interest.

If she knew what Nangong Jin was thinking, Song Jiayao was afraid that she would vomit blood in anger. This Ping'an Hou's taste is too unique, and he actually takes pleasure in playing tricks on people, which is really difficult to serve.

"Peel this plate of walnuts for me." Nangong Jin pushed the melon and fruit plate that was put aside. The brown sandalwood plate is delicately carved with a few fine walnuts, which are hard and crispy.

Song Jiayao looked at her white Qianqian's thin fingers, a little distressed, Nangong Jin is clearly trying to trick her? Peeling walnuts, Song Jiayao really hasn't done it.

Song Jiayao didn't move for a long time, which made Nangong Jin unhappy. When he lowered his head, he was about to open his mouth to scold, but when he saw Song Jiayao's weak and boneless jade hand, he hesitated a little at the moment. With such a pair of hands, he was a little reluctant to make it bloody.

Peeling walnuts is the most test of hand strength, which of those walnut peeling little guys is not with thick cocoons on their hands, around this, after peeling a whole plate of walnuts, hands should be worn out.

With a light cough in disguise, Nangong Jin retrieved the walnuts, but asked Song Jiayao to peel the grapes.

Song Jiayao started working without saying a word, it was a pastime, and when he got tired of playing, it was just a matter of peeling a few grapes.

The crystal clear grapes fell into the jade plate one by one, which was very beautiful. In fact, Nangong Jin didn't like sweets very much, but she just wanted to toss Song Jiayao when she came to the interest, but now she has some appetite.

It just so happened that Song Jiayao was peeling one in her hand, and the fingers lined with Bai Yingying were even more appetizing, Nangong Jin lowered her head, and took a bite of Song Jiayao's hand, and the tip of her tongue inadvertently swept over the tip of her tongue, Song Jiayao was startled, and the crispy and numb feeling surged up from her fingertips, which frightened Song Jiayao to give her hand.

Nangong Jin was calm as if nothing had happened, only the tips of his ears dyed crimson exposed the panic in his heart. The sweet juice in his mouth overflowed, but Nangong Jin rarely felt delicious.

Song Jiayao glared at Nangong Jin, but found that he was eating expressionlessly, as if he was really just too lazy to do it. Song Jiayao stopped thinking about it, didn't stay anymore, and left without telling her.

Nangong Jin didn't stop her, watching her gradually walk away, a smile appeared on her face.

It's really funny.

Having fun, Nangong Jin began to deal with things. The folds and letters sent from the palace filled the table, and I didn't know what the emperor himself was doing.

sneered in his heart, but Nangong Jin also stopped and looked at it carefully. Those folds are not tight, they are just small things, and they are deliberately used to trouble him, but they are just a batch at hand. It's just that those letters are all things that his people found out.

By the time Nangong Jin put down his pen, it was already evening inadvertently. Stretching his waist, Nangong Jin walked out and moved his legs and feet.

Although the border pass is barren, there are also places with lush vegetation. Not far away is an oasis where the grass grows half a man's height, but it is very soft, and it is a good place to relax. The spring is rare and clear, and you can see the fish swimming happily at the bottom of the water.

Nangong Jin asked someone to bring the horse, turned over, and galloped towards the oasis with his legs clamped. The silver cloak faintly glows golden in the setting sun, and it looks like a golden fireball from a distance, making people worship it.

Song Jiayao, who was bored watching the fish by the stream, saw the big fireball from a distance, looked at it in surprise, and didn't faintly see a figure until she got closer.

Who else can be so wanton in this army, besides Nangong Jin?

It's really ostentatious to wear.

Song Jiayao secretly scolded in her heart, but she didn't want to deal with him anymore, she had just changed her mind, but she was completely wiped out by his teasing during the day.

The touch of the fingertips seemed to be still there, and a trace of heat rose from Song Jiayao's fair face, covered her face and splashed it with cool stream water. to sober yourself up.

Song Jiayao sat in place, wanting to wait for Nangong Jin to leave before getting up. But when he turned around, he saw the sunset, the young man with a good face looked at him condescendingly with a smile, and there was a hint of banter in his eyes, which made Song Jiayao annoyed.

"Why are you here?" Song Jiayao panicked and subconsciously asked.

Nangong Jin turned over and dismounted neatly, her cloak drew a silver arc, and she raised her chin lightly, Nangong Jin stared at Song Jiayao and said, "Is it still Miss Song's territory here?" No one else can come? ”

Song Jiayao knew that she was at a loss, and she didn't care that there were still water droplets on her face, so she turned her head and was about to leave. was grabbed by Nangong Jin's wrist. Song Jiayao turned her head angrily, but saw Nangong Jin take a handkerchief and carefully dry her face.

Song Jiayao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. The soft handkerchief brushed on the face, like a breeze, a little itchy, even with the tip of the heart.

"What a beast of the flood I am. You're going to leave when you see me? A trace of injury flashed in Nangong Jin's eyes, and she looked down at Song Jiayao with a smile, but her hand was not loose at all.

Song Jiayao always felt that something was wrong, but she was disturbed by Nangong Jin's sudden gentleness, and she didn't react for a while, but she was stunned.

Nangong Jin sighed faintly, as if she had suffered some great grievance, if someone else saw it, she would be stunned.

This is the Marquis of Peace! Known as the ghost of peace!

Although it must be a bit exaggerated to say that it is rumored outside, Nangong Jin has indeed never had a good face for anyone, and has always looked at everyone with a cold face. Even if it is the emperor, I don't see him groveling to curry favor, and he has his own style.

Song Jiayao's wrist was clenched tightly, and she felt some pain, and when she broke away, she saw that there was an extra circle of red marks on her white wrist, and she couldn't help but be annoyed, how could this be covered!

Nangong Jin followed her gaze and saw a red mark on Song Jiayao's wrist, and knew that she was going to make her angry again. But he felt that the angry little face was a little cute, and he couldn't help but want to bully him again.

Coughing lightly, Nangong Jin touched his nose and said, "I have a good ointment there, I will wipe it later, and it will be eliminated in less than half an hour." ”