Chapter 688: This duck seems to be very patient with her

Nan Baoyi squatted down, picked up the bank notes, and smoothed them one by one in his palm.
It turned out that when my sister was packing her up, she quietly gave her the bank note.
She whispered: "My sister wanted to heal the wound on my face. She saw that you were just a poor duck. She knew that you had no money to hire a doctor for me, so she left the bank note to me..."
Xiao Yi: "..."
There are too many slots.
Nan Jiaojiao and Nan Yan, what's the matter with these inexplicable sisters?
And when has he been impoverished.
"I want to go back to find my sister!"
Nan Baoyi's eyebrows were firm, and he turned and ran to the wing.
Xiao Yi could not hold her.
Accompany her back to the wing room, but it is already empty.
On the makeup mirror stand, the pottery urn is placed alone, still with the scent of herbs and sweetness...
Teahouse high pavilion.
A woman with elegant makeup, wearing a tea-white Zen dress, leaning in front of the Linghua window, holding a single-tube tortoiseshell pinched with a gold wire remote mirror, she is peeping at Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi from a height.
Seeing that Nan Baoyi hurts the gods of Nan Yan, she hates iron but not steel: "Being a deadly enemy, it feels sad...You look at your husband with your right eyes!"
Behind him was a small book boy sitting beside the red sandalwood small table.
He picked up the pen and licked the ink, rubbed the little tugging on his head, and worried about the pages of the book: "Auntie, this Xiao Dao's derivational and unpredictable temper is completely different from the Mingjun recorded in the history books. We really are. Do you want to assist such a monarch?"
The woman called "aunt" is Xie Alou, the master of Jinling Tour.
Xie Alou looked after Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi through the tortoiseshell telescope: "The story between him and the little lady of the Nan family is so touching, of course we have to assist him."
The little book boy is even more worried: "My aunt plays favoritism."
The ancestors of the Xie family were the heroes of the founding of the Great Yong Dynasty. They established the power of the Jinling Tour to allow future generations to stand up when the country is in crisis and assist Mingjun and stabilize the country.
Now that the family is in power and the royal family is dying, it should have been the time for Jinling Tour to play a role.
But my aunt doesn't like to do business, she just likes to lead people.
Leaving Nan Xiaozi in the tour in Jinling, secretly helping Xiao Daoyan and Nan Xiaozi meet, is actually the handwriting of the aunt...
Xie Alou put down the tortoiseshell telescope, walked to the red sandalwood desk, and opened a picture album.
She picked up a pen and dipped her ink, and read the words: "Through self-cultivation, the Qi family governs the country and the world is peaceful. Isn't the Qi family before the world is peaceful? It is said that you must first settle in the outside world. The top priority is to draw red lines for the King Yong and the Nanxiao lady to solve their lifelong issues ..."
In the picture album, one page after another was turned over, full of men and women with various names.
It is also Xie Alou's many red-line achievements over the years.
The little book boy's eyebrows drooped into a horoscope: "But aunt, Nanxiao Niangzi was born in a ninth-class merchant, and the concubine cannot marry. It is impossible for her to become the Princess of Yong."
"Who said she was a prostitute?" Xie Alou seriously conjured the names of Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi, and drew a red bean with a special girl's heart. "More than two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Nan family were famous founders of the country. Without the financial support of the ancestors of the Nan family, would Emperor Yongwu use his pants for weapons and food? In the early winter of this year, the major families of the Dayong family will re-evaluate their grades. Wait, I will definitely want the Nan family to enter the high-grade noble family, and the Nanxiao lady will be beautiful. Marry Xiao Daoyan!"
She looked ambitious.
The little book boy is about to cry.
Back then, Aunt Xie's elders also liked to lead the red thread, holding and holding, brought His Majesty and Shen Jiang together, and finally let Shen Jiangao appear in this mess.
Now Aunt Xie has to lead the red line...
I always feel that the purpose of their Jinling tour is not to assist Mingjun and stabilize the country, but to kill the Xiao imperial family!
...
Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Yi, first went to the Chang'an Medical Center to see his brains, and then came to Guanshu Hutong.
This alley is located in the northwest corner of Chang'an. The alley is deep and remote, and there are many small academies hidden. It is the place where many poor students study and live, so it is called Guanshu Hutong.
Xiao Yi's house is at the end of the alley.
Nan Baoyi walked into the stone threshold with him. The small house where he entered was clean and simple. There was a lush green loquat tree in the courtyard, a few dead leaves fell on the stone table, and the carved chess paths crisscrossed.
The house is elegant, with halls, study rooms, dormitories and more.
She looked at it carefully, and her gaze at Xiao Yi couldn't help being two more curious.
Chang'an is expensive. Although this house is small and partial, it is at least several thousand taels of silver.
Unexpectedly, this duck is quite generous.
And she is penniless, and this duck is unable to make money, so she can only show her color, for fear that he is fond of her beauty before the damage, so he wants to take her as his own.
"Bah! Dog man..."
She snorted and cursed in a low voice.
Xiao Yi turned around: "What did you say?"
Nan Baoyi said shyly: "The concubine said that her husband can buy a house in the golden city of Chang'an. It's really amazing, Jiaojiao worship!"
She covered her face with a fan, only revealing a pair of shiny Danfeng eyes.
Such a gentle compliment made Xiao Yi feel happy.
He pursed his thin lips and smiled, but said faintly: "What's this? In the future, Jiaojiao will be replaced by a bigger and more luxurious house."
He took Nan Baoyi's little hand and led her into the bead curtain.
He placed the little girl in front of the makeup mirror, personally went to the small kitchen to boil hot water, took the soft veil, and carefully wiped the scars on her cheeks after getting wet.
It is necessary to help the little girl heal her face injury as soon as possible so that she will not feel sad when she recovers her memory.
Nan Baoyi stared at the bronze mirror.
Lang Jun in the mirror, his eyelashes are drooping, and he can faintly see the persistence and affection in his pupils.
He cleaned up the scar, bowed his head and dropped a gentle and pitiful kiss on the scar.
Lang Jun breathed warmly, with a shallow kiss, like a dragonfly on the water.
There were strange ripples in Nan Baoyi's heart.
She quietly turned her eyes and went to see him.
As if feeling something, this beautiful man was also looking at her.
Nan Baoyi was caught and quickly avoided his eyes.
For some reason, Mingming had done such an intimate thing last night, but today was just being kissed, her heart beating like a deer, and the white jade-like ear tips are even hotter.
She couldn't help but secretly said, this servant is worthy of being the most expensive duck in Jinling Tour, just being sultry...
Xiao Yi opened the Huarong Broken Jade Ointment, took a small brush and dipped it on her scar, and exhorted: "After applying the medicine, don't touch it with your hands. It will take two hours until the effect of the medicine is fully developed. It can be washed away. After a few more days, the scars will gradually fade."
Nan Baoyi pinched the white jade handle of the Tuan fan.
This duck seems to be very patient with her.
She had to whisper: "Thank you husband..."
Xiao Yi covered the medicine jar and touched her head pityingly.
Nan Baoyi's eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly said pitifully: "My husband, you said that my whole family is gone, I am sad. I don't know where my father and mother's grave is? Can you take me to worship as a filial piety? ?"
A lie requires countless lies to round it.
She didn't believe that this dog man could conjure a pile of graves out of thin air.
She must figure out the whereabouts of her family!