Chapter 237: Does Jiaojiao want me to reply?

The letter paper is exquisite peony sprinkled gold paper.
The hairpin's lower case is clear and graceful, and a copy of "The Song of Yue People" is copied.
"Mountains have trees and trees have branches, and you don’t know what you are like..."
Xiao Yi murmured leisurely.
Nan Baoyi peeked out from behind the collection of poems.
The corners of the minister's mouth were slightly raised, and Dan Feng's eyes were full of smiles, like tiny stars with bright lights.
She bit her lip.
What "Xin Yue Jun Xi Jun doesn't know", Xue Mei is a woman, but she actively writes love poems to men like this.
And Xiao Yi, isn't it just a love poem, laughed into what to do like that, like a silly roe!
She felt wronged in her heart, and even her eyes became fierce.
Xiao Yi Ning wrote poems.
The corners of the mouth that was originally raised suddenly stopped slightly after noticing the difference in font.
Although Nan Jiaojiao learned that it is also in pin-flower lower case, the font is a bit more clear and elegant, not as neat and regular as the font in the letter.
This is not a love poem written by Nan Jiaojiao.
The letterhead was not signed, he turned over his purse, and the corner of the purse was embroidered with the word "Mei".
this is……
Xue Mei gave it to him.
Xiao Yi raised his eyes and stared at Nan Baoyi.
The little girl showed the upper half of her face from the back of the collection of poems, her expression called a hideous twist!
Dan Feng's eyes opened round and tweeted, like a ferocious goose preparing to scream.
Four eyes face each other.
Nan Baoyi hurriedly reduced her expression and tried her best to assume a gentle and well-behaved posture.
She sat upright and opened the collection of poems with her finger up.
She coughed slightly, and said sweetly: "Second brother is really a blessing, even the daughter of Dudu Xue's family is blushing to you..."
Xiao Yi's eyes were dull.
In vain, he was so happy just now, he didn't expect that the love poem was not written by Nan Jiaojiao.
Nan Jiaojiao, actually helping other girls pass love poems...
Is she not jealous?
Nan Baoyi grabbed the page of the book and glanced at him quietly.
She couldn't help but test: "Second brother want to reply?"
Asking this, even the fingers of the page were subconsciously tightened.
It seems to be, for fear of hearing an answer that is unwilling to hear...
Half a meter away, Xiao Yi looked at her.
He asked, "Does Jiaojiao want me to reply?"
Nan Baoyi pursed her small mouth.
She turned a page of the book, brewing good words, and said indifferently: "Naturally, it is undesirable. First, Xue Mei used the name of snow disaster relief to do good deeds, but actually ignored the people, causing more serious disasters than snow disasters. Man-made disasters. It can be seen that Xue Mei is a fame and honour, and it is not worthy of your second brother to fall in love with her. Second, you and Xue Dudu will always fight for the military power of Shu County in the future. If your second brother marries Xue Mei—"
Nan Baoyi's words stopped abruptly.
Because Xiao Yi was right in front of him.
Condescendingly, he reached out and pinched her cheeks on either side.
The little girl's mouth was forced to pouted, beautiful and lovely, like a bean paste bag that can be disposed of at will.
He leaned down, his nose almost touching the tip of hers.
"Don't care about Xue Mei, and don't care about Dudu Xue..." His Adam's apple was rolling, Dan Feng's eyes were dark as ink, "What I want to know is that Nan Jiaojiao herself, Nan Jiaojiao, I don't want her brother to give anything else. The woman wrote back."
Nan Baoyi was startled.
The power minister in front of him is different from the past.
His upper arm was wide open, a few strands of lacquer hair fell from the corner of his forehead, Danfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his mouth, which made him very evil.
Breathing close at hand is filled with dense heat.
The gentle fragrance of mountains and rivers, like a shackle, entangled her in the slightest, leaving her nowhere to escape.
The possessiveness in her expression made her heart palpitations.
Yes, she was too spoiled by him, completely forgetting how imperious emperor Xiao Yi was once.
She opened her hydrated eyes and shivered subconsciously.
"pain……"
She was wronged, her eyes filled with crystal water quietly.
Xiao Yi was startled slightly, and immediately let go.
On the little girl's white cheeks, red finger prints were printed impressively.
He didn't want to scare her.
He eased his emotions and glanced at the collection of poems in her hand, pretending to sneer with ease: "The books are all taken down, Nan Jiaojiao, which poem do you recite?"
Nan Baoyi said nothing.
She hugged the collection of poems in her arms, drooped her eyelashes, and said softly: "Second brother, with you, my heart is unsettling, I went back to Songhe Academy to recite poems."
After finishing speaking, he respectfully blessed his body and turned to trot.
Xiao Yi watched her disappear into view.
He recalled the tenderness of the little girl's face, tilted his head, and licked his fingertips wickedly.
He asked so bluntly just now, does the little girl understand what he meant?
He has a low voice and deep emotions in his eyes: "Nan Jiaojiao, think about it quickly, I can't wait too long..."
Yu Guang noticed Xue Mei's letterhead and purse.
He sneered, tore the letterhead to pieces, and threw his purse to Shiku outside the window, "Reward you."
...
Nan Baoyi ran all the way back to Songheyuan.
For some reason, she always felt like a beast was staring behind her, as if running slower, she would be eaten without bones.
Lotus leaf greeted her and saw her panting, and hurriedly presented warm tea, "Little ancestor, there is no dog chase behind him, what are you doing so fast?"
Nan Baoyi drank a cup of tea upright.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she didn't care about the lotus leaves, and went straight into the tent.
She buried herself deep in the bed, and said in a huff, "You all go out, no one can disturb me without my instructions!"
He Ye didn't understand what was wrong with her, so she had to retreat with the maids.
Nan Baoyi was in the darkness, holding his hot cheeks, staring at the void, his mind was chaotic.
Don’t care about Xue Mei, and don’t care about Dudu Xue...
What I want to know is that Nan Jiaojiao herself, Nan Jiaojiao, does not want her brother to reply to other women.
The words of the Minister of Power came to my ears repeatedly.
What does he mean?
Does he mean that?
How could he mean that? !
Nan Baoyi suddenly opened the quilt.
She sat cross-legged in the tent, her face flushed, staring with the lion head on the night of the Spring Festival.
She hugged the lion's head and murmured at it: "He is Xiao Yi, an emperor, a power official who stomped the world! He doesn't even look down on the princess, how could he have something to me... What about that kind of mind?"
She threw away the lion's head and lay on the bed in big letters, staring at the top of the tent in a daze.
"Misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding in this! It's not that I am arrogant, and I am born a little more beautiful. I am more icy and smarter than ordinary girls, have poems, considerate, and considerate. After all, he is a powerful minister!"
Nan Baoyi collapsed and pulled over the quilt, covering herself.
The man looked extremely clever and strategizing, but couldn't even understand the words, making her fidgeting now, completely unable to figure out what he meant.
If it really means that, is it difficult to say "I am happy with you"?
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