In the next second, his shoulders were tightly circled, and he was hugged into his arms before he was behind, "Nan'er, give me a chance to make amends." ”

She didn't speak, she didn't want to say a word anymore.

"Does it have to be like this?" He hugged her arm tighter and tighter, for fear that she would disappear if he was not careful.

She only said, "I still have to send my father's body back, so I won't keep more." ”

He knew that she had made up her mind, but he still couldn't help but hold on, even if it was only for a while.

"Accompany me to have another meal, and it will be practiced for you!"

His begging tone made her numb heart throb, and she stood there without agreeing or refusing, and was finally helped back to her seat by him.

Sometimes I think about it, it's the last meal anyway, just eat it, but then I see a table full of dishes, but I don't have any appetite.

The bowl in front of him was matched with meat and vegetables, and he sandwiched a lot of dishes for her.

"Eat more, eat and sleep on the road."

Nan Qiao didn't speak, moved his fingers, took a green vegetable and stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it, and a bitter taste spread in his mouth.

He said, "It's cold, I'll ask Hongling to send more thick clothes over in a while!" ”

She still didn't respond to him, and tried to eat another bite of the carrot, but it was still bitter.

Nan Qiao slowly put down his chopsticks, "I'm full." ”

Looking at the two small bites she only ate, his eyes were full of pity,

"Your father's hatred, I will help you find the real murderer."

Nan Qiao snorted softly, his eyelids raised slightly, and his cold eyes swept over his intimidating mask,

"Isn't the person who killed my father and the king still have a share of the king's credit?"

He had never been so powerless, "I didn't want to kill your father. ”

"From the moment you set this trap, Ruyi and Nalan Guangyao are their accomplices, and so are you."

There was no anger on her face, only the strange coldness and alienation made his heart tug, and he was almost speechless in pain.

At this moment, he didn't know what to do, what to do to alleviate her pain, and finally, he called her name.

"Nan'er!"

"Don't call me that anymore." Thinking of her brother whose whereabouts were unknown, she couldn't help but say, "After I return to the Southern Jin Dynasty, I will play the Emperor Ming and send envoys to talk to your country about my brother in detail. ”

It was rare for her to ask him this condition, and he agreed without thinking about it.

"Thank you!"

She got up, there was no wave in her eyes, at this moment, his heart was also dripping blood, a few days ago, she was still the Nan Qiao with a vivid expression, and now, the death of King Jiangling made her look like this.

He hated, hated himself, if he was willing to let King Jiangling go at that time, she would not be so sad.

Of course, he could also forcibly keep her, just by doing so, she would hate him even more.

Looking at her lonely back, he finally couldn't help but stand up.

Nan Qiao walked to the door without looking back, and just as she opened the door, her wrist was suddenly held by the person behind her, and the door of the box slammed shut in the next second, and she was pressed against the door.

The overwhelming kiss fell, her frozen heart suddenly thumped, looking at the magnified face in front of her, the next second, she pushed him mercilessly, but he let go of her wrist and held her in his arms instead, kissing even crazier.

The sealed lips made a fragmented sound of resistance, and she slapped her hands on him when she couldn't push her away, and the tears that were not fighting for a long time also flowed out of this kiss, and when she thought of her father's death, her hand felt like it was chasing the shadow around her waist.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed, and then his gaze calmed as if in anticipation, and the kissing of her stopped, and the lip flap was withdrawn from hers. The stinging pain in his arm made him instinctively glance there, and the shadow in her hand was inserted in his arm, and the blood suddenly dripped down as if it had been pulled by a thread.

He slowly moved his gaze to her red eyes, and asked in a gentle whisper, "Do you feel better?" ”

Nan Qiao's painful eyes still flashed with tears, "Enough! ”

When the words fell, she pulled out the chasing shadow, reached out and pushed him away, opened the door and walked away.

Daye's winter is indeed very cold, after Nan Qiao and Mu Baizhuo said goodbye again, they drove out of the city gate alone, the cold wind was like a knife, a knife was mercilessly scraped on her face, and her tears flowed out of the pain.

I thought my heart was cold enough, but I didn't expect it to hurt so much, she could have stabbed the shadow into his chest at that time, but in the end, she only stabbed his arm, after all, she was useless!

After meeting Fang Huai and others in Shili Pavilion, Nan Qiao bought a good Nanmu coffin in the next town, bought a simple trailer, and the group escorted the body of King Jiangling on the road.

In the tea shed not far away, the man took a sip of tea and looked at the departing group of people hooking the corners of his lips.

"Shaofeng, have the Feng family, Taiwei Mansion, and Zhongyong Bo Mansion all been notified?"

Han Shaofeng, who was standing on the side, flashed a grim look in his eyes, "Lord, someone has already been sent to inform you, presumably this time, they are all waiting to catch the lord of the Southern Jin Dynasty and make great contributions." ”

"The other two families may think so, but the Feng family may not, Feng Lin's death is inseparable from Nan Qiao, she wants to leave?"

Gong Liancheng laughed a few times, "I only guarantee that our people will not interfere, as for others, then it is none of my business!" ”

"The Lord is wise, but the whereabouts of the Lord at the moment should not stay in Daye for too long, so as not to be discovered by the spies of the King of Pingding."

Gong Liancheng put down the teacup and said casually, "It's okay, I'll leave the matter here to you, Cen Xi will keep an eye on me, and when he gets rid of this woman, he should also take care of it." ”

Han Shaofeng replied respectfully, "Yes, Lord! ”

In Puliu County, hundreds of miles away from here, there is an unknown Qingling Valley, five years ago, it was still deserted, and later, I don't know who built a mountain villa on the mountainside next to it.

Two days ago, there were suddenly a lot of guards outside the villa, each of whom was a master of the Yulin Army dressed in linen and plainclothes, but they were equipped with weapons around their waists, which made the water around this mountain villa impassable.

After Nan Musheng woke up, he appeared here.

I heard that he slept for three days, and the scars on his face seemed to be lighter, and every day a maid would come to rub the medicine on him regularly.

Nan Musheng was lying on the bench, the clothes on his body became a man in white, at that moment, he looked at the sky, his eyes were much more empty than before, watching birds fly from the sky from time to time, his eyes would have a little more nostalgia.

Obviously, that night, he drank poisoned wine.

Now it seems that what he drank was not the poisoned wine he had drunk, but the ecstasy.

Since he woke up, he found that his whole body was weak, and he couldn't use half of his internal strength and martial arts at all, and he would be tired even if he walked and took a few more steps.

He knew that in addition to being ecstasy, he had also been given another debilitating drug.

Now the situation is obvious, he is under house arrest.

That night, when Yu Wenmo, who didn't know the truth, pointed his sword at him, how entangled he was in his heart.

"No, it's not true, it's definitely not true!"

Gonggong An had never seen such a gaffe Yu Wenmo, even if something big happened, he would not frown, but now when he knew that Concubine Nan was the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he almost couldn't help but rush into Wutong Palace and kill Nan Musheng.

But at the last moment, he pointed at Nan Musheng's sword but trembled inexplicably,

"You're Nan Qiao, aren't you?"

was asked by him inexplicably, and Nan Musheng knew at that time that his identity had been recognized.

Since he was recognized, there was no need for him to pretend anymore, his eyes were full of provocation and hostility at that moment, and he deliberately released his original manly voice,

"This palace is the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty that you have been looking for, is the emperor satisfied with this answer?"

"It's not!" Yu Wenmo roared, and the tip of the sword was only a finger away from the tip of Nan Musheng's nose, "I asked you again, didn't you?" ”

He sneered, not afraid of the sword at all, but afraid that his sister's plan for tomorrow would fall through.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to deceive yourself again, why are you so disappointed to hear the news that this palace is not a woman?" He repeatedly provoked, and when he saw that Yu Wenmo didn't answer, he asked himself, "That's right, the emperor has always regarded this palace as a woman, and this concubine suddenly became a man, and it was hard to believe that this palace could understand it for a while, but unfortunately this palace is not a real woman, otherwise this palace will definitely do that red face and trouble, and ruin your entire Daye country in order to solve the hatred in the heart of this palace!" ”

I thought that the sword would fall, so that he would die happily, but who knows, the sword has not fallen for a long time.

Yu Wenmo suddenly sneered a few times, his expression distorted and terrifying, "Phoenix, do you want to go back?" ”

Nan Musheng was reluctant to answer such a boring question to him, and there was no moment when he didn't want to go back.

"You don't want to go back for the rest of your life, even if you are imprisoned, I will imprison you to death as a punishment for you to deceive me!"

"People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, the emperor's sword is here, give the palace a pleasure!"

The more he talked about life and death lightly, the more angry Yu Wenmo's eyes became bloodshot, and for some reason, the sword he was supposed to stab down suddenly withdrew,

"Phoenix, beg me, I will spare your life!"

"At the Xiling City Poetry Appreciation Meeting, if you had known that Lin Yuan behind the screen was the emperor, the main hall should have thrown that folding fan in the first place, and then let your father send someone to arrest you!" There was a deep mockery in his seductive smile.

Five years ago, Nan Musheng and Nan Qiao sneaked out of the palace, went to the annual poetry appreciation meeting, picked up a folding fan on the side of the rattan chair, and saw that the painting painted on it was very meaningful, but there was no word in the blank space next to it, he was interested for a while, borrowed a pen on the edge of the stall, and composed a poem according to the artistic conception in the painting.

Nan Qiao saw that his brother liked the painting style of this fan, so he asked the man to buy it and give it to his brother, but who knows, the little guy looking for the fan can't be the master, and the fan has been indiscriminately mentioned poems, and the little guy is not easy to explain to the master, so the little guy has to run back and ask the owner of the fan.