Chapter 493: I heard that when the spring flowers bloom, you will marry Cheng De

The loquat courtyard in Jinguancheng is very old. There is a loquat tree planted in the courtyard, and two faded and white lanterns are hung under the black eaves.
She passed by at dusk and saw the flames jumping in the yard that had been quiet for a year.
She broke in boldly.
Climb up the steps and push away the fan.
The room was as cold as a snow cave. Xiao Yi was dressed in white, sitting on the armchair with his head down, throwing paper money and gold ingots into the brazier with expressionless expression.
Mars jumps like a butterfly flapping its wings.
The man came back by Starry Night, with a disheveled hair bun, and a few strands of broken hair on his forehead covering his Danfeng eyes. It was faintly black and haggard underneath his eyes.
"Why are you back?" she said in a childish voice, "but you didn't have a good time in Chang'an? I've said you have no abilities, so you still have to be quiet and low-key.
The arc of Xiao Yi's thin lips gently pressed down.
The tongue of fire swallowed the last wad of paper money.
The choking smell of smoke filled the hall. She coughed disgustingly and complained: "You want to pay homage to the dead, can you go somewhere else? This is the Nanjia, and it's not bad luck. I ran into my family!"
Her words are so mean.
Xiao Yi raised the scarlet Danfeng eyes.
He got up and came to her, squeezed her cheeks, condescendingly, his tone was never before, and his tone was vicious: "Nan Baoyi, am I so humble in your eyes? I don't even have the right to pay homage to the old man. ,is not it?!"
She was pinched in pain, and she immediately shed tears.
Being pampered and brought up, the instinctive reaction is to shed tears when something happens.
It seemed that everyone would tolerate her in every possible way because of her tears.
After crying hard, Xiao Yi finally let go.
He asked in a dumb voice, "Nan Baoyi, what else do you do besides crying?"
She ignored him and howled more heartbreakingly.
Xiao Yi was silent for a long time before trying to hug her in her cry.
He only hugged him for a moment, and before she could react, he let go.
He stroked her forehead for her broken hair, his eyes were complicated that she could not understand at the time.
His voice was obscure: "I heard that when the spring blossoms next year, you will marry Cheng Dezhou?"
"Of course..." She wiped her tears, "If you don't marry him, would you marry you such a useless thing? I hate Xiao Yi the most, especially you..."
Xiao Yi's appearance at that time was very tired.
He paused for a long time, but after all he pulled his lips mockingly: "Sure. Nan Baoyi, don't regret it in the future."
She snorted contemptuously, rubbed her tears, and ran out of the loquat courtyard.
Later, she didn't know when Xiao Yi returned to Beijing.
When the spring flowers bloomed in the second year, she married into Cheng's house gracefully...
The carriage buckled.
The small enamel hand stove was tilted, and the fine charcoal inside was not well filled, and it burned to the back of Nan Baoyi's hand through the cracks in the carving.
She regained her senses and gently pressed the burned area.
Thinking about it carefully, the ministers in the previous life seemed to treat her very differently.
Could it be that he was moved by her in the previous life?
But she was so miserable later, and she didn't see him express it.
Nan Baoyi couldn't guess Xiao Yi's mind at all.
She looked at him through the car window, and the man was right in front of her, but his profile was so cold and cold. He stared at a distant place, the dark tide surging in Dan Feng's eyes. This look is undoubtedly strange to her. of.
She knew that he remembered his brother and his homeland.
And she actually didn't understand his past at all.
The snow is falling.
In this early winter, Nan Baoyi felt lonely and cold.
After the motorcade drove into Shengjing City, the nobles of aristocratic families scattered towards their residences.
Nan Baoyi rode a carriage to the gate of Nanfu. Xiao Yi was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her to walk, so he followed all the way and took her off the carriage.
The man Yu Guang glanced at the plaque in Nanfu.
Somehow, a guilty conscience was born.
If Mrs. Nan knew that Nan Jiaojiao was injured again because of him, I guess she would have thoughts of regretting the marriage.
The two were about to enter the house, and a soft cry came from behind:
"Little princess."
Nan Baoyi looked back.
Chu Huainan turned over and got off his horse gracefully, handed the reins to the attendants, and smiled warmly: "I heard that you were injured, and I specially ordered someone to give you a box of Royal Court plasters. This plaster has excellent scar removal effects. Lonely thinking, the little princess has a snow-skinned and beautiful appearance. If the ankle is scarred, it will not be beautiful."
Nan Baoyi took the small white jade jar he handed over.
Things in the palace are naturally hard to find.
She thanked Chu Huainan, because she admired his forgiveness to the prisoners, so she invited: "Since your Royal Highness is here, you can go to my house and sit. It just so happens that today my two brothers are in the house, you can say speak."
Chu Huainan was pleasantly surprised.
He repeatedly invited the little princess to watch the birds at his house, but she refused to go.
Unexpectedly, she would take the initiative to invite him to sit in the house.
He nodded: "It is better to be respectful than fate."
Xiao Yichu was in place.
Dan Feng stared at Chu Huainan critically. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Could Jiaojiao forget, your eldest brother and fourth brother are busy with things? The prince enters the house, afraid that no one will entertain him."
Nan Baoyi retorted: "They are clearly fine today. Besides, the visitor is a guest, so why not eat a cup of tea?"
Xiao Yi's thin lips pressed downward, and he hadn't come up with a good idea to refuse Chu Huainan's entry into the mansion. Chu Huainan had already stepped into the mansion quickly.
Xiao Yi: "..."
This guy is really good at climbing up the pole.
He chuckled: "Looking at Wen Liang and courteous, he is actually a restless master."
Nan Baoyi tugged at his sleeve, not allowing him to speak ill of Chu Huainan behind his back.
With the arrival of the prince, Nanfu gave a thousand times the spirit of hospitality.
However, Xiao Yi went back to the Chaowenyuan with Nan Baoyi in his arms, not giving Chu Huainan a chance to see her.
The earth dragon was burned in the large study, and the floor covered with gold woven blankets was warm.
Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi under the west window, and ordered Aftertaste to bring some sweet pastries.
He poured a cup of hot tea for Nan Baoyi, and said, "Chu Huainan is not a good thing, stay away from him."
Nan Baoyi said nothing.
Holding her cheeks, she looked at him while playing with the brush.
"What do I do?" Xiao Yi pushed the hot tea in front of her, "Is there a word on my face?"
Nan Baoyi moved to him and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug him.
Xiao Yi froze.
Nan Baoyi's cheeks pressed against his chest, Dan Feng's eyes were clear and calm.
She had already figured out that the person Xiao Yi paid homage to the loquat courtyard in the previous life was his elder brother.
At that time, he saw her being bullied and cried, so he hugged her comfortingly.
But in fact, he was the one who needed to be embraced and comforted the most.
She owes him a hug.
Xiao Yi looked down at the little girl in his arms, the coldness of the corners of his eyebrows and eyes gradually melted.
The big palm stroked her delicate back, and he was amused: "What is this?"
"The second brother's elder brother was killed by others, and even his head was hung on the wall to show humiliation... Why did you hide such a big thing from me? I also have a elder brother, and I know how damned it is for my brother to suffer. Sad. Second brother, you should not hide it from me."