Zhuangzi.

After Song Jiayao bathed and cleansed her face, she sent Qing'er away and read a book in the room by herself.

Song Feng said that she didn't know about female virtues, although she was a rough person, she found some books on female virtues and showed them to her.

Because of this, she has no shortage of candles here. Qing'er was afraid that Song Jiayao would hurt her eyes, so she lit several candles, and the room was as bright as day at this time.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and several candles were extinguished. Because there were many candles, Song Jiayao didn't care, she didn't bother to lift her eyelids, and only stuck to the book.

Nangong Jin quietly sneaked into Song Jiayao's boudoir, but saw that she looked like she was only reading sage books, and felt that it was funny, so she sat with her head on the side and watched her.

Song Jiayao looked at it for a long time before she felt tired, rubbed her sour eyes, Song Jiayao's beautiful eyes swept away, but when she saw a person sitting in front of her, she was about to scream in shock.

But Nangong Jin had to move faster, and directly covered her mouth, so that she couldn't make a sound. Song Jiayao was naturally scared, and bit Nangong Jin hard, Nangong Jin snorted in pain, but did not let go, with these helplessness in her voice: "Don't call, it's me." ”

Song Jiayao thought about it in her heart before she recognized Nangong Jin's voice. It's not a bad guy, but it's pretty much the same.

Song Jiayao thought so in her heart, but she didn't dare to show half a point on her face. Nangong Jin cautiously let go of her hand, looking at her guarded look, and then at the tooth marks on her hand, her face was complicated.

As a marquis of peace, this is the first time he has been bitten. It stands to reason that he should be angry, but why does he always feel that he is at fault?

Although men and women are seven years old, in his eyes, Song Jiayao is just a girl who has not yet reached the table, and it just so happens that he is bored at night, he just comes to have some fun and ask for some interest.

Nangong Jin is arrogant and accustomed to being self-centered, and now he feels that he is right, but he is not easy to put on a face.

Nangong Jin smiled, handed her hand to Song Jiayao, and said, "Look at my hand, what can I do?" If you say it......"

Song Jiayao looked at Nangong Jin who was smiling in front of her, but felt a little strange. Nangong Jin in her memory of her previous life always had a cold face, so that people did not dare to approach.

This demonic face was now smiling like a flower in front of her, which made her trance for a while. But in the end, she didn't let down her guard, Song Jiayao stepped back very unfamiliarly, made a big salute to Nangong Jin, and said, "It's Jia Yao who collided, and I hope that Lord Ping'an Hou has a lot of them, so don't worry about Jia Yao." ”

If he wants to care, it will become his fault again. Nangong Jin was even more playful, looked at Song Jiayao who was lying on the ground, and personally helped her up, saying, "Naturally, I won't care." It's just that I'm bored in the middle of the night to talk to you, but I'm abrupt. ”

Song Jiayao only hated herself for being too careless at this time, because she was a Zhuangzi, Song Jiayao relaxed and let the five of them go to sleep in other rooms, and she couldn't hear the movement here at this time, so she could only go around by herself. What's more, this matter will also damage her reputation, I don't know what Nangong Jin's calculations are.

Jia Yao read the book for a long time. Indeed, this will be very lacking. Please also ask Ping'an Hou to find others to relieve boredom. Jia Yao is going to sleep, can Ping'an Hou still be here? ”

This is the obvious eviction order. Nangong Jin looked at Song Jiayao's expression was indeed tired, and she no longer entangled, waved her sleeves and left.

Song Jiayao breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the candle and fell asleep.

Who knew that Nangong Jin came here every night, which made Song Jiayao very uncomfortable.

If she just said two sentences, forget it, but Nangong Jin moved her hands and feet, making her lose her square inch.

Her young body is not a young soul, and Nangong Jin's face is in front of her, and she can't ignore it.

After thinking about it, Nangong Jin appeared as usual tonight.

Song Jiayao took a deep breath, and without waiting for Nangong Jin to speak, she said, "Does Ping'an Hou still remember the covenant of the hunting ground?" ”

When Nangong Jin heard this, she didn't know what she was going to do, but she replied: "Naturally, I remember." ”

"I remember that day Ping'an Hou promised Jia Yao and made me a request, and my request was that Ping An Hou would not harass Jia Yao again, okay?" Song Jiayao said calmly, but Nangong Jin's anger ran away inexplicably.

Joke! How many women want him Nangong Jin to be close, he treats him coldly, this Song Jiayao is so special to him, he still doesn't know what to do?

But if you think about it, it's really a daily sticker to find her to say something.

Nangong Jin didn't know why she suddenly fell in love with Song Jiayao, she only felt bored in her heart, but she quickly calmed down, put on a cynical smile again, showed an injured look, and raised Song Jiayao's chin with her fingers to tell her to look directly at herself: "Ben Hou just wants to talk to you, is it so annoying?" Miss Song, have you ever thought about why Ben Hou treats you so specially? ”

Nangong Jin's voice was deliberately dyed with some magnetism, and it was attached to Song Jiayao's ear, which was very demagogic. But Song Jiayao is hard-hearted, because he has experienced his previous life, he knows what a vicious person he is, how could he be easily deceived.

Taking a staggered step back, Song Jiayao said indifferently: "Master Hou, is this going back?" The tone was indifferent, and there was no trace of affection.

Nangong Jin was bored with herself, so she was naturally angry, let go of her hand and brushed her sleeves away, and returned Song Jiayao a clean one.

On the second day, Nangong Jin really didn't come back. Song Jiayao felt inexplicably empty in her heart, but she was happy that she didn't have to deal with him, and discussed making osmanthus cakes with the five of them.

Osmanthus has been blooming for many days, and in this Zhuangzi, the fragrance of flowers is more intense, and it is provocative every day.

Song Jiayao stole her leisure, got up early in the morning with a few people, and went to pick fresh osmanthus flowers with dew.

At this time, the osmanthus is the easiest to fall off, but it comes down with a light touch of your hand. Xingying was sent to purchase some things, Song Jiayao lazily watched a few people pick osmanthus flowers, and felt itchy hands, but was stopped by Qing'er and didn't let her do it.

In the past, when there was only Qing'er, Qing'er didn't let her do these things. In her heart, Miss is always a Miss, and happiness should also be enjoyed. Miss's hands must be flawless.

What's more, with such helpers at this time, Qing'er will not let Song Jiayao do it herself, but she has developed a more and more lazy temperament.

Song Jiayao shook the fan gently, but she didn't feel hot, she just fanned it to relieve her boredom.

When it was not right, a few people picked the osmanthus flowers, spread them out in front of the door and dried a part of them, and sat on the osmanthus tea for her to drink in the future.

Qing'er's pastry making skills are the most exquisite, and this matter was handed over to her to deal with, and several other people crowded on the stove to watch Qing'er make it, which was another fun.

Song Jiayao closed her eyes in the cool wind, but when she woke up again, it was already night.

Several people saw that Song Jiayao was sleeping soundly, so they only took a blanket to cover her, and did not wake her up.

Song Jiayao sat up from the recliner, her head was still a little groggy, and she entered the room ignorantly.

Qing'er and the others had already finished the meal, and when they saw her come in, they took out the warm dishes. Song Jiayao doesn't have much appetite, for some reason, she always has heart palpitations, and she always feels that something is going to happen.

Dinner was served, and it was soon night.

Today's Nangong Jin appeared, she was very distressed, and her face was pale. Somehow, I always feel a lot of pain in my heart, but I don't know what's going on.

"Your brother was seriously injured outside the plug!" Nangong Jin's words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Song Jiayao, who was splitting, was a little sluggish.

...... she has to be a brother?

She didn't know if Song Anguo in the previous life had been injured this time, but she felt that her heart hurt even more.

In the end, blood is thicker than water, and Song Anguo still loves her very much. How could the brother who laughed and was sunny in his impression be injured and dying?

Song Jiayao was in a trance, like a piece of paper, about to float away at any time.

Nangong Jin was worried about her appearance, and she couldn't take care of the defense of men and women, so she picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed.

The urgency of this matter also caught him off guard. How could such a good man be seriously injured? Nangong Jin naturally didn't believe in so many coincidences, and when she got the news, she thought about telling her too, but she didn't expect her to react so much.

In the end, they are siblings, Song Jiayao and Song Anguo are connected, so it seems that the injury is real.

Song Jiayao in front of her closed her eyes tightly, her eyebrows were tightly frowning and refused to stretch, her lips were as pale as paper, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

took a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat for Song Jiayao, but Nangong Jin didn't know what to do. He didn't serve others much, and he was even more helpless at this time, and he couldn't call her maid to come, and his heart was even more irritable, but he could only guard.

Song Anguo saw that he was about to go to the capital, but something happened at this juncture, who would believe it if he didn't get tired of it?

It's just that who is behind this is still to be investigated. Nangong Jin frowned, his power is still dominated by the capital, although Biansai has eyeliner, it is impossible to do everything.

In addition, this Song Anguo was not an important person in the first place, and no one would stare at him, Nangong Jin really didn't know what was going on at this time.

Song Jiayao opened her eyes at this time, and when she saw Nangong Jin's contemplative face in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, but her heart was still hurting, and she just barely supported it: "Who did it?" ”

Nangong Jin was secretly surprised, Song Jiayao even guessed that someone had stumbled at once? He was not mistaken, this little girl was very eccentric, he just mentioned this matter to him once a few days ago, so he asked Song Jiayao to write it down, and he reacted so quickly, it was really not simple,

Nangong Jin could only shake her head and tell her, "I don't know." I just got the news that I don't have that long staff. ”

Song Jiayao knew that Nangong Jin was telling the truth, and besides, she was abrupt, how could she ask about Nangong Jin's confidential incident. But her body was really empty, and when she thought that her brother was suffering a greater sin at this time, Song Jiayao's heart throbbed.

Her brother is her only support, and her only home is warm.

If something happens to her brother, her life is meaningless, just a walking corpse, just for revenge.

Since God had given her this opportunity, she was determined not to do nothing. After thinking about it, a bold idea gradually took shape, and Song Jiayao had already made a decision.

With a sigh of relief, Song Jiayao prayed in her heart that her brother was okay, but Nangong Jin only sat with a puzzled expression, not knowing what she was thinking.