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When he kicked open a door, the white-faced coachman didn't know why he had entered, and he even acquiesced to the search of the mansion by himself.

The mansion is beautiful, but the owner has long since run away, and the nature left behind is extremely desolate.

The weeds in the yard were almost submerging the roots, and the whole yard was in decay and there was nothing to say.

The white-faced coachman walked into the room, his eyes circled for a moment, and then he heard a cry of joy, "Ah! ”

From behind the closed closet, a figure flew towards him, and it was reasonable that this figure could only end up in a different place, but the figure managed to pounce on the white-faced coachman.

A pair of soft arms, beyond her own strength, tightly hugged the waist of the white-faced coachman, Miss Nan's excited and small face lifted from her waist: "Xun Lang? ”

The knife on the white-faced coachman's waist had not yet been unsheathed, so he just looked at Miss Nan who was hugging him. Nanjing.

In the closet, the sound of squirming came again, and Miss Nan turned around excitedly: "Grandmother? Mother? ”

Old Madam Nan was a little embarrassed, she didn't want to see this scene, and when she was so embarrassed.

But Mrs. Nan didn't care about the embarrassment, she looked directly at the white-faced coachman, and that appearance seemed to be only a little calmer than Miss Nan.

The white-faced coachman finally stiffened, but Miss Nan was unwilling to let go, she was extremely cheerful, like a goldfish that had found its way home: "Xun Lang! Xun Lang! ”

The white-faced coachman couldn't understand what she was saying, but his body couldn't move as if under a spell.

Mrs. Nan was a little emotional, she hadn't seen her granddaughter so happy for a long time.

But Mrs. Nan still remembers that that night, the cold-faced man who appeared for the first time said that they recognized the wrong person.

So Mrs. Nan threw away the unbearable bit in her heart and said, "Jing'er, don't be presumptuous!" ”

The women of the Nan family, at any time, how could they be so out of shape.

Nan Jing'er is a strict training lady from a young age, although she was born in the last few decades of the Nan family's downfall, she still retains the reserve of the Nan family's women.

But not including now, now Miss Nan has left all the courtesy, righteousness and shame behind.

When she heard Mrs. Nan's words, her hand was still around the waist of the white-faced coachman, but tears were in her eyes, "Grandmother said that a woman from the Nan family is only allowed to be married to one person in her life, Xun Lang is my only one, and when he comes back, I will follow him." ”

When Mrs. Nan heard that she was going to follow the stranger in front of her, she was shocked, and besides, the man didn't say a word so far, Miss Nan hugged him so hotly, he was still like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Even Mrs. Nan, who had been staring at the face of "Xun Lang", was now choked up: "Jing'er, you let go first, the others are now here, and they will never disappear out of thin air." ”

Miss Nan seemed to have been touched by some sore spot, staring at it with wide eyes, and embracing the person in front of her with a pair of arms even tighter.

Xun Lang, didn't Xun Lang just disappear suddenly?

Just when the three women in the room were all looking different and the atmosphere was tense, the white-faced coachman's glued gaze slowly looked from Miss Nan to the empty ground, and he spoke: "Let go." ”

With the usual speaking style of the white-faced coachman, this voice can be regarded as gentle.

But the three women of the Nan family have not been taught, and this old lady Nan only felt cold and hard and stinging, and Mrs. Nan directly changed color.

She actually heard the danger from this voice, and wondered if this man would hurt her daughter.

For a moment, Mrs. Nan wanted to take a step forward and pulled Miss Nan out of the arms of the white-faced coachman.

But Miss Nan raised her head, and tears fell silently: "Xun Lang, don't you want me anymore, you haven't appeared for a few years, is it because you don't think about me anymore." It's okay, you can tell me, my Nan family woman will not marry a second person, I don't want to marry that Liu Changqing, it's all for you. ”

In Miss Nan's heart, if this only man doesn't want her, she has only one way to end her life.

The white-faced coachman originally wanted to draw the knife, but his hand suddenly stiffened, but fortunately, Mrs. Nan was also shocked to see that the white-faced coachman seemed to be only indifferent on the outside, and he was not completely disregarding Miss Nan, so she was relieved. Mrs. Henan stood at the door of the closet and did not move.

Miss Nan cried even more sadly, she had said everything to this point, and the man in front of her still didn't have a word of comfort, it seemed that he really didn't care about her anymore?

The white-faced coachman's hand finally fell on Miss Nan's shoulder, and Miss Nan trembled slightly, slowly raised her head and glanced at him a little shyly.

The white-faced coachman's hand became even stiffer, and for a long time, as if he had taken a lot of effort, he pushed Miss Nan away by half a step, and looked at her, which made Miss Nan involuntarily nervous.

"That's right, Xun Lang." The stone in Miss Nan's heart was put down, and she couldn't help but reach out and grab the white-faced coachman's sleeve and shake it, "Do you know what happened in this city?" As soon as we entered the city, we found that there were pursuers behind us, so we had to hide in this courtyard, but fortunately you came, otherwise I really don't know......"

I really don't know how long to hide, Miss Nan was full of thought that it was safe, so she persuaded her mother and grandmother to go back to Yanjing together, but she didn't expect that she was careless, but she harmed the whole family.

But she looked up at the white-faced coachman, and lowered her head with a smile, fortunately, God was still watching, so that they could survive in a desperate situation.

The chasing soldiers in Miss Nan's mouth are actually the army of the Great Jin, how dangerous they are, and the army of the Great Jin Dynasty entered the city on their front and back.

There was also a chance for them to hide.

At this time, outside the quiet courtyard, there were suddenly many chaotic footsteps, and the ruffians said in a rough voice: "This house has not been searched yet, it is a good place for Tibetans." ”

The three women of the Nan family changed color at the same time, and the body of the white-faced coachman stiffened invisibly.

Then, he quickly turned around and closed the door of the house with his foot. Then he pinched Miss Nan's thin shoulder blades and pushed her towards the place where Mrs. Nan and Mrs. Nan were.

"Go into the closet and don't make a sound." The white-faced coachman is always cold and simple.

Miss Nan was nervous and uneasy, and stretched out a hand: "Xun Lang, you come with us." ”

The white-faced coachman was silent, he quickly swept around the house, and then, he deliberately broke down the window and threw it out.

It looks like this room has been abused by someone.

Fortunately, Mrs. Nan understood the overall situation, grabbed Miss Nan in her arms, and said in a low voice with tears: "Good Jing'er, let's hide first." ”

Miss Nan was reluctantly pulled back into the narrow closet by Mrs. Nan, and the three women were huddled together, and suddenly they couldn't spare their hands to close the door.

At this moment, the white-faced coachman swept his sleeves, the door of the closet had been securely closed, and Miss Nan's mixed eyes disappeared in the darkness.

The white-faced coachman calmed down, he was like a wood carving in the outside world, and everyone didn't know that he also had a mind to calm down.

The footsteps outside had reached the door of this room.

The white-faced coachman kicked open the door again, and the Dajin officer and soldier who opened the door at the same time flew out upside down and hit the corner of the courtyard.

The officers and soldiers next to him were dumbfounded, and the soldier who was kicked into the corner and half dead, just glanced at the white-faced coachman and fainted.

The white-faced coachman held a knife in his hand and swept around with cold eyes.

No need to speak, the meaning has already been pointed.

The group of Dajin officers and soldiers looked at each other, and some showed disdain in their eyes, but in the end, no one stood up to compete with the white-faced coachman, who was willing to do such a risky and high-risk thing.

The officers and soldiers in the courtyard withdrew in a sparse manner, and the man in the corner was carried out by two, and soon the quiet courtyard was quiet again.

The white-faced coachman walked into the yard, and as soon as his footsteps rubbed the grass out of the sound, he heard a choked voice from the room behind him: "Xun Lang." ”

The white-faced coachman couldn't walk anymore, and after a while, the door behind him was pushed open, and Miss Nan's delicate figure rushed over and hugged the white-faced coachman from behind.

Miss Nan was extremely depressed and sad when she heard it: "Do you still want to go?" ”

The white-faced coachman was silent for a long time, and he seemed to be older and quieter than the trees in the courtyard.

Of course, the white-faced coachman is leaving, he is the guard of the Nine Kings, a blank man who has nothing, and in his world, there is only one master of the Nine Kings.

But Miss Nan's questioning made the white-faced coachman choke and couldn't say a word.

Miss Nan's cry was clear and low, even at this time, as the daughter of the Nan family, she still couldn't cry loudly.

At this time, a soft female voice, as if afraid of disturbing, cautiously called her: "Miss Nan." ”

The voice was really gentle and soft, and there was a familiar sense of concern.

Miss Nan raised her head all of a sudden, and following the voice, she saw the red waist that appeared in the courtyard.

The red waist was wearing the same dress when she was in Nan's house, and the dress that Mrs. Nan specially found for her in order to hide her beauty.

But at this moment, what this dress brought to the three women of the Nan family was a long-lost cordiality.

"Waist ......," Miss Nan muttered.

Redwaist wanted to smile at Miss Nan too, but she found that she still couldn't do such a cruel thing, especially when she saw her hand around the white-faced coachman's waist.

She didn't know much about the white-faced coachman, so she didn't want to be surprised. Especially when it comes to the Nan family, Miss Nan.

The white-faced coachman's eyes swept over the red waist's face, and the red waist lowered his head: "Dajin is about to withdraw his troops." ”

With just one sentence, the white-faced coachman knew what was going to happen.

The Nine Kings sent Redwaist to inform them that it was time for them to hit the road.

Although Miss Nan didn't seem to know anything, her hand shook at this time, and the white-faced coachman who was being held by her immediately felt it.

The red waist sighed in her heart, and slowly walked towards the woman of the Nan family, she walked slowly, but she still stopped in front of the old lady Nan.

Her gaze was serious and sincere: "Are you Old Lady Nan?" ”

Old Madam Nan didn't know why she had a solemn feeling when she saw this girl, and she immediately replied to the red waist: "I am." ”

It's simply me who makes the red waist feel relieved. She didn't want any more accidents.

He handed the thing he was holding in his hand to Mrs. Nan, and his red-waisted voice was respectful: "This is given to you by His Royal Highness the Nine Kings." ”

Old Madam Nan's hand trembled, and she finally took that thing. With the touch in her hand alone, Old Madam Nan didn't dare to open the thing.

Redwaist smiled, saluted respectfully, and slowly retreated to the position he had just taken.

The white-faced coachman and Miss Nan were still standing like that.

Everything in the courtyard was bleak and withered, and this separation was sad and long.