Chapter 350: Nan Yan: Nan Baoyi will call her mother

Although it is daylight, the light and shadow in the kiln are still dim.
The lounge is covered with smoky pink gauze tents, creating an exquisite atmosphere.
A sweet scent burns slowly in the corner, and the breath is full of styles.
A delicate, white hand gently rolled up the curtain.
Nan Yan combed her long hair like black clouds with her fingers. She got up and went to bed. She looked back like a jade and smoked, charming like a fox, "The slave is waiting for her uncle to dress."
While speaking, he walked barefoot to Mu Shi, who was covered with clothes.
She reached for the brocade robe.
A jade pendant fell from the depths of the sleeve of the brocade robe, and it just slipped onto Nan Yan's palm.
Nan Yan looked down.
It is a dragon-shaped jade pendant with perfect color and lustre. The blue dragon is strong, the carving is delicate and lifelike, like a dragon.
But in an instant, Nan Yan's heart had already set off a great wave.
Dragon-shaped jade pendant, only the emperor and prince are qualified to wear it!
The person on the bed is about the same age as her father, and it is absolutely impossible to be the prince.
She just served...
Is it when you are today? !
Yes, although she was in the kiln, she also heard that Schrodinger had conspired to rebel, which must have disturbed the emperor. He came here specially for a private visit.
Holding Yupei's hand, he couldn't stop shaking slightly.
She once prayed to God to worship Buddha every night, and prayed that God would give her the opportunity to escape from birth and make a comeback. Now, that opportunity lies in front of her!
As long as she can be caught, she is the concubine, the woman who is today!
What is the richest man in Jinguancheng, and what is Nan Baoyi? !
Nan Yan suppressed the throbbing and ecstasy in her heart, calmly put the dragon-shaped jade pendant back into her sleeve pocket.
She pulled up the curtain with a copper hook, personally served the emperor, put on shoes and socks, and waited for him to change clothes and comb his hair.
When he lowered his head to buckle his belt, tears quietly rolled down his cheeks.
The emperor pityed her young, so he asked in a good voice, "Okay, why are you crying?"
"I met someone badly and was sold into the kiln. You are the best person who has treated me these days." Nan Yan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "Uncle, I am very happy...particularly happy!"
As he said, the voice turned into sobs and weeping.
Like a little fox falling into a hunter's trap, pitiful and charming, he is especially pity for men.
The emperor pityed her even more and took her by the hand and sat on the couch, "Tell me, why do you not follow the law? If it is abducted here, I will make the decision for you!"
Nan Yan leaned on him and choked and said, "I was originally the daughter of the third master of the Nan family. I grew up pamperingly and can be considered full of poems and books. Later, the son of the Cheng Taishou family saw my beauty and used official power to oppress My family and I used strong tactics to me into the house...
"Later, the Cheng family committed a crime and the whole family fell into disrepair. Madam Cheng took me out and sold me into this kind of place...Uncle Mingjian, my behavior is just like a mountain autumn chrysanthemum. I would rather die with incense on the branch.
"I don't want to die. I would rather die than pick up guests. The old bustard pierced me with embroidery needles and threatened me. If I was disobedient, she would preach that Nan's daughter was shameless. For the sake of my family, I had to abandon myself and save myself. The reputation of the family..."
She was talking, covering her face and crying.
It seemed extremely sad.
The emperor was full of anger.
He didn't know that in the South Vietnam, there are such utter consciences!
He took Nan Yan's hand and said in a deep voice, "Your father is next door. Don't worry, I will seek justice for you if you are wronged!"
South carmine flowers bring rain.
She looked at the emperor with dim tears and full of admiration. After a long while, she suddenly knelt before him.
She raised her small face and said in a sweet voice: "If your uncle can help me, then you are Yan'er's benefactor! Yan'er knows her body is dirty, but Yan'er has nothing to do with her, so she will be a cow for you. Do a horse to sweep the steps, and I hope you will accept the rouge!"
The girl's admiration and gratitude almost overflowed her eyes.
No man can refuse to be watched by such a pair of tearful apricot eyes, no man can refuse such a hug.
The emperor was moved by her simplicity and kindness, so he personally helped her up.
He said sternly: "You have a pure temperament, and you are a rare good girl in the world. Since I have taken your innocence, I will naturally not deny you status. Go, I will take you to see your father."
Nan Yan put on her big sleeves and obediently followed him out.
As she passed through the bead curtain, she raised her eyelashes, her pupils full of sarcasm and viciousness.
Her comeback is just around the corner.
I don't know Nan Baoyi, are you ready to accept her new identity?
After all, she is just a daughter of a merchant. Compared to the concubine, what is she?
Nan Yan is convinced that when they meet again, Nan Baoyi will kneel down at her feet respectfully with everyone in the Nan family, calling her "manny".
The girl who was missed by Nan Yan was still waiting in the bookstore at this time.
Half a big red robe has been cold.
Nan Baoyi closed the scroll and asked, "When will your treasurer come back?"
The maid was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
She apologized: "The shopkeeper said before he went out that he was just having a meal with a friend and will be back soon. But our shopkeeper has always been inconsistent. Maybe it is drunk and not going back. It is not known... If the Nan girl is waiting in a hurry, it is better to wait for now. Go back to the mansion first, and when the shopkeeper comes back, the servant will let him come to visit you."
Nan Baoyi looked out the window.
As dusk approached, the street was windy.
The dark clouds in the sky are pressing down, the light and shadow are dim, and an autumn rain is about to fall.
She didn't want to wait any longer, put down the tea cup, got up and said, "I will visit again tomorrow."
Lotus leaf tied her a rouge satin cloak.
The maid looked a little surprised.
The five girls from the southern family have gradually gained a reputation since the Huachao Festival last year.
Now it’s the golden hairpin’s year, the appearance has grown a lot, the skin is snowy, the eyebrows and red lips, and the eyebrows are red. Gu Pan is full of beautiful flowers, just like the hibiscus of this autumn, beautiful and noble, and at a glance, you will know that it was carefully raised in a deep boudoir. The rich and precious flowers.
Since becoming the princess in Jin, he has not been arrogant or flattering, but has become more graceful and elegant.
She is the type that her daughter also finds good-looking...
Nan Baoyi stepped out of the bookstore.
Lotus leaf winked triumphantly at the maid, "Is my lady good-looking?"
The maid blushed and said with a smile: "Princess Baoyi is naturally extremely beautiful."
"I see the young lady every morning, and I think she is two points better than yesterday." He Ye smiled, "I really don't know who is lucky enough to marry my young lady in Jinguan City!"
While speaking, he hurried to chase Nan Baoyi.
The wind on the street is getting stronger.
The street vendors yelled and sold the last bit of merchandise, the restaurant flags were blown upside down, making a sharp rustle.
Nan Baoyi was holding the manuscript and was about to board the carriage when he could not prevent the sound of horses hoof from a distance.
The woman in red came on a horse.
She was hit on the ground, and a thick pile of manuscript paper swept the sky with the autumn wind.
On the third floor of the bookstore, Chu Huainan overlooked the window.
The wind of late autumn, the bustling Bluestone Street.
She fell to the ground, the red cloak looked like a hibiscus in full bloom, looking up at the manuscript paper, her brows were the most delicate and pure beauty in the world.
At this moment, Chu Huainan's heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced.