Nan Qiao let out a whimpering sound from his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Cen Xi slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaned forward slightly, and approached her face.

"Qiaoqiao, what are they so good that you don't hesitate to fight against your relatives and elders?"

"Hmm—" she spoke, but she couldn't tell what she was saying.

Cen Xi took off the cloth bag in her mouth, and gently arranged the somewhat messy hair on her forehead behind her ears, and he said slowly,

"I still like to call you Wanwan, because that's the name I gave you, which means that you are mine, Wanwan is like a gentleman's heart, if you can love me as I love you, how nice it would be! But why are you always so disobedient and always against me? ”

Speaking of this, Cen Xi picked her up and hugged her gently in his arms, Nan Qiao struggled to no avail, and glared at him viciously,

"Cen Xi, the love you keep talking about is not love at all in my opinion, for you, what you have never been able to get is the best, all you have for me is possessiveness!"

Cen Xi held her chin with her fingers and forced her to look at him, "Who told you that I was just possessive of you?" He suddenly laughed, "Just like now, you are in my hands, have I done anything excessive to you?" ”

"This is the barracks, my master and mother are here, you don't dare to come nonsense!" Nan Qiao argued.

Cen Xi seemed to have heard some funny joke, his eyes narrowed with a smile,

"You're so cute, if I just wanted you, I wouldn't have waited until now!"

"What the hell do you want? Why just won't you let me go? She had asked him this question countless times.

"I want to let you go, too, but I can't let myself go." With that, he lowered his head and lightly imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

Nan Qiao's eyes widened in horror and struggled desperately, "You are presumptuous!" ”

Cen Xi didn't care about her struggle, but hugged her tighter, his lips off her forehead, completely ignoring the eyes that could knock him out.

"After the mark, it will be mine in the future, don't think about others anymore!"

He laughed harmlessly, and Nan Qiao was speechless, if it weren't for the rope binding her, she would definitely fight with him.

After a few moments, he suddenly said to her, "Want to hear a story?" ”

Nan Qiao was silent, her heart was already filled with anger, and she didn't want to speak.

He smiled to himself, and his tone was very gentle, "A long time ago, there was a rich family, an old man married a lot of concubines, and gave birth to a lot of children, these women dressed themselves every day, just for Master Bo to smile, and those children studied hard, just to be able to please their father, but who knows, under this surface of a flowery peace, what kind of life do women and children live?" ”

At this point, he paused, "Every once in a while, people will die for various reasons, and new women will quickly fill those gaps, and there will be a steady stream of people who want to be the mistress of that house, and even children of a few years old can learn to calculate others." ”

He chuckled and continued, "Everyone is eyeing the position of their wives, and they regard their children as thorns in their eyes, thorns in their flesh, and they want to deal with them quickly!" So this wife not only has to protect herself, but also her young children, otherwise she will be doomed, and there will be no bones left to eat. ”

His eyes suddenly became gloomy, "But she guards against outsiders, but often can't prevent her own people, the dead woman's child in the back house is the most pitiful, I thought that the cub's teeth did not grow and would not bite, and his wife adopted him as an adopted son, but he coveted the status of his wife and daughter, and wanted to replace him, the little wolf cub who has not grown up, you can't see how fierce he is, on the surface, he is good to his wife's children, and takes care of them as his own brother to gain the trust of adults, but in fact he is doing ungrateful things." ”

At this point, he paused, "Do you know where that wife's child went?" ”

Nan Qiao looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, "Where did you go?" ”

"Dead!" He said these two words lightly.

"Killed by that adopted son?" Nan Qiao couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

He hooked his lips and smiled, "Clever! ”

"Didn't the old man go to check?" Nan Qiao asked.

"Check? Do you think a thoughtful person will leave you clues waiting to be investigated? His pupils were as pure as they were before, "I won't check it at all, because... In the eyes of the world, my wife's child is still there, but she just had an illness! With that, he smiled.

"Jojo, is this story good?" He asked again.

Nan Qiao's mind was still sorting out the story, but she couldn't think of anything wrong.

"Cen Xi, is this story true?"

He leaned his neck forward, his face slightly brushed the side of Nan Qiao's face, and said in her ear, "What do you say? ”

Night slowly fell, and it was Aunt Wen who delivered food to Nan Qiao, the house slave who had been serving Princess Jiangling since childhood.

"County Lord, I'm sorry for you!"

Aunt Wen watched her grow up, but she was soft-spoken, watching Nan Qiao suffer but unable to do anything.

Nan Qiao was still tied, she sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head at the visitor, and asked, "Is the concubine still angry with me?" ”

"After the prince left, the princess was too sad, and it is understandable that she should be strict with the county lord!" Aunt Wen explained, "Actually, the princess has always been looking forward to your return, and often talks to the old slave about you!" ”

Nan Qiao was silent, but if she wanted her to assassinate Ji Wuyu and Mu Baizhuo, she really couldn't do it, and she didn't want to deceive her mother for freedom, otherwise she would have a bad conscience.

Aunt Wen picked up the food, took some vegetables and fed them to Nan Qiao, and said while feeding,

"The princess is also for your good, this time the emperor specially sent the royal family to come together, if the princess does not make a statement, I am afraid that the emperor will blame after going back, and now the Jiangling palace is supported by the princess alone, and the palace without the prince is not as good as before!"

When Nan Qiao heard this, he couldn't say a word, and his heart was full of guilt.

"Don't be dissatisfied with the emperor, if something like that happens to His Royal Highness the Prince, the emperor will inevitably be unhappy!" Aunt Wen said again.

Nan Qiao shook his head, "It's all my fault!" ”

Aunt Wen sighed, "Now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in trouble, the courtiers have played the emperor to re-establish others as the crown prince, because the emperor does not have many children under his knees, the third prince is weak and sick, and he can't take on a big responsibility, the fourth prince is still young, and his talent is dull, and now the courtiers are persuading the emperor to select outstanding people from the clan and royal family to establish the prince, and many people have recommended the nine kings Nanfeng, intending to let the emperor set up the nine kings as the emperor's younger brothers!" ”

Nan Qiao's brows furrowed when he heard this, "Nanfeng? Just like him, there are still people who recommend him as the emperor's younger brother? ”

Aunt Wen sighed again, "Although the Nine Kings had lost virtue before, since the crown prince was defeated and captured, he has restrained a lot, and in this year, the courtiers have made a new impression of him!" ”

"He doesn't even think about it!" The position of the crown prince belongs to his brother, how can it be the turn of a two-faced person to sit in that position, if he really waits for him to become the emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, I don't know how many people will suffer.

At this moment, in the palace of Chang'an City, Nan Musheng, who was tending flowers and plants, sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, he saw Nalan Yanqin coming from there, and it seemed that she was going to pass through here.

Nan Musheng's heart is not good, Nalan Yanqin has seen him, what if he is recognized?

So he turned on his body and quickly entered the back door of the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Your Majesty, slow down the steps!" Not far away, there was the voice of Gonggong An, Nan Musheng was so frightened that the three souls disappeared and the seven spirits were gone, and hurriedly hid behind the rockery.

"Tang'er, how did you remember your homework today?" Yu Wenmo asked.

Yu Wentang replied in a childish voice, "Well, Mr. can teach!" ”

Yu Wenmo snorted, without any praise, but said, "Since you can memorize it, you must also understand the meaning of the book, you must listen carefully when Taifu teaches, and you must not slack off, do you know?" ”

Yu Wentang's face was obviously a little unhappy, but he still responded, "Erchen knows!" ”

Nan Musheng saw it really through the cracks in the rockery, thinking that this Yuwenmo would teach the child, Yuwentang was so smart and cute that he couldn't get his praise, what kind of child did he want to be satisfied?

Just thinking about it, I heard Yu Wenmo say again, "Copy today's homework again, and I will check it at noon tomorrow." ”

"But..."Yu Wentang's little face wrinkled, poking his fingers, "Father, the sons and ministers are already all there." ”

"Don't even listen to me?" As soon as Yu Wenmo released his coercion, Yu Wentang was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he was gone!

"I know my father!" Yu Wentang hung his head reluctantly.

Nan Musheng couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw this scene, his fingers smashed on the raised stones of the rockery, Tang'er's poison has not been completely removed, Yuwenmo is really ruthless, Nan Musheng really wants to go out and reason with Yuwenmo like this, but his current identity does not allow it, so he can only mourn for Tang'er for a few seconds.

At night, Nan Musheng walked to the Hall of Eternal Life with melons and fruits, and when he saw the lights lit up in the inner hall, and the small back sat straight copying the scroll, he couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that there was no one around, Nan Musheng took out the handkerchief from his arms, covered his face and walked in.

"Your Highness, are you writing an article?" Nan Musheng placed the fruit next to Yu Wentang.

Yu Wentang didn't raise his head, "Hmm." ”

Nan Musheng stood next to him for a while, "The handwriting is good, when I was as old as you, I couldn't write so well!" ”

Yu Wentang stopped his pen and said, "Father said that this is called a plaything!" ”

With that, he went back to copying his homework.

Nan Musheng said, "Do you know how I used to write my homework? ”

Yu Wentang ignored him, and still copied the scroll carefully.

"In the past, I used to ask people below to imitate the handwriting to help me copy, and then I could sleep on the side!" Speaking of this, Nan Musheng was still a little proud, "Hey, do you want me to help you, so that your father will definitely not be able to see the handwriting." ”