A trace of melancholy suddenly spread in my heart, people, after all, I am old.

Inadvertently, his eyes turned red, and Song Feng sighed.

"Jiarou." When Song Anguo saw the old man's red eyes, his heart was relieved, and his heart was slightly sour.

He was strict all his life, but in the end he was just a father. It's just that I have been riding horses all my life, and I have missed a lot of family fun, and in the blink of an eye, the child is about to get married, which is also embarrassing.

"Father." Sending Jiarou forward obediently, Ren Songfeng held her tender hands in her hands and rubbed them gently, and a burst of warmth swelled in her heart.

Although she was favored by Nangong Jin in her previous life, she had never enjoyed her father's love, and now Song Feng's sudden kindness made Song Jiayao a little moved, not to mention that she was about to enter the palace, and it would be difficult to see Song Feng in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Jiarou's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears were about to gush out and be pressed back.

"You're going to enter the palace tomorrow, the palace is complicated, and your father can't help you much. However, if you are in a hurry, you can go to the white guard, and he will bring me a message. You have to be careful with yourself. Song Feng carefully advised, and had already arranged a helper for Song Jiarou.

A box was handed over from the side and sent to Song Jiarou's hand, and Song Feng's voice suddenly choked up.

"Your mother went early, but the dowry was prepared early in the morning. You have entered the palace, and you can't marry in the media, but this dowry is still for you, and it is also a part of your mother's heart. Although she is just a concubine, she is also really hurt by me. I added some more, and I made a good living in the palace, and don't treat myself badly. Song Feng said with some seriousness, and the father and daughter couldn't hold back all of a sudden.

Song Jiayao was also inexplicably moved, perhaps because the family affection in the previous life was too thin, and there were occasional warm moments in this life, so she cherished them extraordinarily.

Song Anguo noticed Song Jiayao's abnormality and held her hand. There was a burst of warmth from her fingertips, and Song Jiarou also shook it back with some emotion.

Several people looked at each other without saying a word, but the distance seemed to be shortened a little, but they felt that it was rare and precious.

However, this atmosphere did not last long, so Song Feng asked the two to go back, leaving only Song Jiayao to speak.

Song Jiayao asked Song Jiarou to wait for her in the courtyard, served tea to Song Feng herself, and listened to his teachings respectfully, not knowing what Song Feng was going to say, but she felt very unbearable in her heart.

Although Song Feng's change in attitude made Song Jiayao closer to him, the previous indifference and dislike were also engraved in Song Jiayao's heart, which was indelible for a while, and his attitude would not change quickly.

Furrowing her eyebrows slightly, Song Jiayao didn't know what Song Feng was going to say, but she didn't take the initiative to speak.

I only heard Song Feng sigh and say, "Jia Yao, father is sorry for you." ”

Song Jiayao's heart was shocked, and she was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Feng.

"When your mother died, I blamed you. I think it's only because of you, that your mother suffered such a great sin, and ended up leaving me. At that time, all my love for your mother turned into resentment towards you. After all, I was wrong. ”

Song Feng's confession made Song Jiayao's heart a little agitated, it was really rare for his father to compromise with him in this life.

"Father, I don't blame you." It's true that it's fake not to be resentful, but living again this time, for Song Jiayao, it is also very important to be able to pick up this family affection, and it can be regarded as making up for regrets.

In the last life, no matter how she was bullied, her father never stood up for her, in this life, she finally had the idea of standing up for her, and even deigned to apologize to her, what reason did Song Jiayao have not to follow her father?

Song Feng knew that his daughter would not forgive herself from the bottom of her heart so quickly, but he was satisfied with only the compromise of her words. After all, you can't be in a hurry, you have to take it one step at a time.

The father and daughter sat and talked for a while, Song Jiayao was moved in her heart, and she also felt extremely relaxed, and she was also a little moved for a while.

When she came out of the house, it was already noon, Song Jiayao walked to the courtyard, thinking that Song Jiarou was still waiting for her there, she couldn't help but speed up her pace.

The sun was already a little hot, and Song Jiayao's cheeks were red, and when she walked fast, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Song Jiayao walked into the courtyard, but did not find Song Jiarou. I was a little confused, but I thought it was too late. Maybe I can't wait.

was about to leave and return to the bamboo garden, but suddenly someone imprisoned his wrist. Song Jiayao screamed, but was suddenly pulled back, and the smell of bamboo fragrance was refreshing.

Song Jiayao naturally recognized this taste, and when she thought of yesterday's kiss, her cheeks were slightly red, and she wanted to break free.

"Don't move. Let me hold for a moment. Nangong Jin lowered her voice, and a deep voice with a little magnetism sounded in Song Jiayao's ears, making Song Jiayao be bewitched for some reason, and she really didn't move.

was reported quietly for a while, but Song Jiayao felt hotter, and there were a little more beads of sweat. Thinking about this, she wanted to speak, but Nangong Jin took the first step and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"What are you hiding?" Nangong Jin's slightly magnetic voice sounded in Song Jiayao's ears, causing people to shake, and their feet were a little unstable.

"You let me go first." Song Jiayao was a little ashamed, and said coquettishly, wanting to push Nangong Jin away, but she smelled the faint smell of blood on his body, so she didn't notice it, but she was startled when she smelled it this time.

"You're hurt?" Song Jiayao hurriedly wanted to look back, and there was a worry in her heart that she couldn't explain, but it made Nangong Jin laugh.

"It's no big deal, I'm just a little tired." Nangong Jin rubbed Song Jiayao's neck, Song Jiayao didn't move because of his wound, but she thought that Song Jiarou was still waiting for her, but she didn't dare to worry, for fear of touching his wound.

But she was worried about things in her heart, and she couldn't hide Nangong Jin's restless appearance, he sighed faintly, the last time he was obsessed with Song Jiayao, it also made the relationship between the two a lot closer.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just cared about it very much, and his heart hurt for a while, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of Song Jiayao's hair, but he paid attention to his brows and scattered her hair bun, knowing that she still had something to do, but he was reluctant to let go.

He was injured on this mission, although he is a marquis, but there are some things that can only be done by himself. On weekdays, in the officialdom, facing the smiling tigers, they bear the knife in their hearts, but at night, they have to go out to bear the knives on their bodies. It is also really weary.

In the past, when he was injured, Nangong Jin returned to the mansion alone, simply bandaged and continued to deal with things. This time, for some reason, I especially wanted to see her, but I was afraid that the blood would disturb her, so I came over after cleaning up, and when I saw her sad appearance again, my heart moved, smoothed the wrinkles in her eyebrows, and sighed carefully.

"Your hurt ......" Song Jiayao hesitated to speak, still worried after all. Although she thought that she couldn't live in her heart, Nangong Jin didn't know why. It seems that little by little it has entered the tip of her heart, so that she can't help but take people to heart.

may be because this man is known as a ghost, and the first meeting also brought a lot of trouble to himself, but he was a little naïve.

Without the lofty status and impersonal indifference, everything seems to be pulled into a little bit, and people can't help but get closer, a little closer.

Thinking about this carefully, Song Jiayao secretly carried it, but she was also worried in her heart, because the three words Ping'an Hou had widened the distance between them too much, and people's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Song Jiayao held back the thoughts in her heart and pushed him away ruthlessly, but when she heard Nangong Jin's "hiss", Song Jiayao's heart trembled.

hurriedly turned around to check his injuries, but found that Nangong Jin looked at her with banter and smile in her eyes, which also made people blush.

The wound seemed to be a little torn, and the blood oozed out of the bandage, but fortunately he was wearing a dark clothes, and he couldn't see it. Seeing her appearance as a little daughter, her eyebrows showed a tenderness that she didn't even notice, looking at the red mouth in front of her slightly open, remembering the sweet taste at that time, and her heart rippled for a while.

Restlessly, he grabbed her waist and flew up, blocked Song Jiayao's coquettish cry in her mouth, and kissed her fiercely.

Song Jiayao's eyes widened, but she couldn't resist his strength, she could only be at the mercy of others, her breathing was sweetly entangled, and her legs were a little weak, but fortunately, with him holding her steadily, she wouldn't fall from the air.

When her lips parted, Song Jiayao gasped a few times heavily, glared at Nangong Jin, but in Nangong Jin's eyes, her eyes were like silk, so that he almost couldn't hold it and kissed it again.

Nangong Jin looked at Song Jiayao's crimson cheeks and stabilized her mind. The wound on his body seemed to have opened a little more, but he didn't care much, just hugged her again.

I wasn't close to women before. It's just that I didn't look for someone to make me happy, and I hated the smell of fat powder on those people even more. And Song Jiayao is different from those people, the refreshing bamboo fragrance on his body makes him not smell enough.

After being moved, there was concern, Nangong Jin only wanted to treat him well, and now he still had too many enemies, so he couldn't put her on the bright side as soon as possible.

Song Jiayao was imprisoned in the crook of his arm by him, and he didn't dare to move because he was in the air. I'm afraid that I will fall to pieces, and it will make people sad.

Nangong Jin noticed Song Jiayao's stiffness and knew that she was afraid, so she only felt funny, and only at this time could she stay obediently in his arms.

But he couldn't delay for too long, the wound dragged on for a long time, and he was afraid that something would happen again, and he didn't dare to risk his body, so he kissed Song Jiayao's eyebrows, and Nangong Jin said softly: "You go back first, I'll come to see you another day." ”

Song Jiayao was still confused, nodded, and felt panicked in her heart. Nangong Jin reluctantly shook her hand and flew up. Song Jiayao watched the figure disappear from her sight, rubbed her reddened cheeks, and walked towards her yard.