Chapter 737: Are you ashamed to cry like this?

He thought of the woman's words of scolding his little girl, his brows and eyes were filled with cold and blood, and his thin lips were quietly pulling a cruel arc.
He will find her to settle the account.
After the hall is cleared.
Xiao Yi grabbed the evil spirits and turned to Nan Baoyi: "Jiao—"
Before I spoke, I saw Nan Baozhu, Ji Zhenzhen, Yuchi and others, surrounding the little girl and asking for warmth, as if she was afraid that she would be wronged.
He silently shut up.
At this moment, the maid came to invite, saying that the luncheon had been prepared.
Mrs. Nan nodded and looked at Xiao Yi with fear.
She never expected that this servant would actually pay tribute to Sili.
Going around, Jiaojiao'er got together with this guy again!
And Qian Shangyu already has a sweetheart, but he came to negotiate with him. Behind him must be someone with a heart to help. Don't think about it. Maybe he can't get rid of Xiao Yi's enemy.
A sense of powerlessness rose in the old man's heart.
She really couldn't make a good face to Xiao Yi, and only said lightly: "His Royal Highness, our family is going to eat."
The implication is that you can roll.
Xiao Yi nodded: "I don't know where is the dining room?"
The old lady was silent.
Jiang chuckled, calmed the old lady, and arranged a seat for Xiao Yi anyway.
The winter solstice is a big festival.
Jiang Suihan also came to the banquet from the medical hall. After lunch, the juniors gathered in the Nuan Pavilion to talk and play, and under the leadership of Nan Baozhu, they played shooting and covering, which was full of fun in the winter.
Nan Baoyi watched the excitement for a while, and quietly left in the name of changing clothes.
She didn't take the maid and walked alone in the back garden.
It was extremely cold today. Dark clouds were piled up in the sky, a thick layer of frost had condensed on the wilting vegetation, and even a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the pond. The wind blowing on the face seemed to have ice scum, slightly stinging. pain.
Nan Baoyi squatted down by the pond.
Reached out and landed on the surface of the pool, the thin ice shattered, and the cold water killed bones.
In my mind, Wen Ya's vicious words could not help but surfaced.
The hen who can't lay eggs...
Succession...
So ashamed to hit him to death...
Die alone.
The girl closed her eyes, her red eyes were like a peach blossom.
Teardrops rolled down from the gap between the eyelashes and rippled on the surface of the pond.
She did not act so strong in front of outsiders. She was already a married woman. Whenever she saw Xiao Yi teasing Ah weak, she wanted a child of her own, but it was never for the sake of passing on the family, but for love. .
However, God gave her the opportunity to start over, but deprived her of the right to love as a mother.
Nan Baoyi buried her head in her arms and choked sadly.
The sky and the earth are white, the cold wind blows, and the deep black canopy pushes the sky with fine snow, and it falls in the pond and garden.
An ink-and-wash paper umbrella tilted to cover Nan Baoyi from the wind and snow.
The landscape is fragrant and lonely, just like the face of a young prince.
Xiao Yi looked down and looked at the little girl who was squatting on the ground: "The kitchen sent dumplings to Nuange. If you don't eat it, Nan Baozhu should have finished it."
Nan Baoyi choked up: "I don't eat dumplings..."
Xiao Yi squatted down on one knee beside her, raising her small face.
The little girl's white and tender face was blushing and moist, like a delicate flower wet by rain and dew.
The pupils were like black grapes, filled with a layer of mist, which was extremely wronged.
Xiao Yi bent his lips and smiled, "Is it ashamed to cry like this?"
Although it was a joke, the tone was gentle.
Nan Baoyi raised the back of her hand to wipe tears, but cried more fiercely.
Xiao Yi coaxed in a low voice: "A hen who can't lay eggs, don't listen to that woman's nonsense."
Nan Baoyi sobbed and raised his eyes to look at him, hoping that he could say something nice.
Xiao Yi sincerely comforted: "Nan Jiaojiao is clearly an invincible cockfighter."
cockfighting……
Nan Baoyi's face gradually distorted.
Co-authored, she can't get rid of the chicken, right? !
Tears were forced to go back abruptly, and she ignored Xiao Yi and turned around angrily.
"Nan Jiaojiao--"
Xiao Yi grabbed her little hand.
He grabbed a joke, and Ying Jun’s deep and gorgeous face was full of solemnity:
I’ve said that if you don’t care if you can have children, why don’t you believe me? No, I’ll go to Jiang Suihan and ask him for one. A bowl of medicine that kills children and grandchildren, I drank it. If you want to come, you will believe it."
After he finished speaking, he put the paper umbrella into Nan Baoyi's hand, turned and left.
Nan Baoyi was stunned on the spot.
After regaining her senses, she dropped the paper umbrella and trot to grab Xiao Yi's sleeve.
She raised her head and stared at him, Dan Feng's eyes became even brighter and wetter.
She cursed: "If you dare to go, I won't pay attention to you in my life!"
"Then do you believe me?"
Nan Baoyi was indifferent and stubborn: "You don't care now, but what about when you are thirty? When you are gray-haired? At that time, can you still say something that you don't care about? At that time, Don't you hate me?"
"hate?"
Xiao Yi stared at her.
For a long time, he teased his thin lips.
He slowly pulled away her thin white fingers, turned around, and stepped into the wind and snow without hesitation.
The young girl stood alone in the fine snow all over the sky.
Snow fell on her cheeks, turning into crystal drops of water.
She watched Xiao Yi's back go away, wondering why he was angry.
She covered her face and gradually started crying again.
Ji Zhenzhen picked up the ink paper umbrella in the snow.
She silently walked behind Nan Baoyi to cover her from the wind and snow.
She looked at Nan Baoyi's sad and crying appearance, thinking of the words Xiao Daoyan had just said to her, secretly saying that Xiao Daoyan must have loved sister Baoyi very much.
Sister Baoyi was loved by the scorching sun-like figures of King Yong, and she definitely looked down on others, and she felt a lot of sourness and loss inexplicably.
Some affection is not tolerated by the world's rituals.
Perhaps she should be married too.
Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi broke up at the winter solstice banquet in Nanfu.
These days, she has only been sleeping in her dormitory, reading books every day, and listening to He Ye and others talking about new things in Chang'an City, but she can't listen very much.
He Ye and the others are talking about the Qian family.
It is said that Si Li Yamen has sealed all Qian's shops and checks the accounts every day.
She closed the scroll and looked out the window.
Under the eaves of Wuqing, a row of crystal clear icy ridges hangs, and wind chimes made of ink jade bamboo knots are hung on the corners of the eaves, and a thin layer of snow is accumulated without any letters inside.
In her heart, there was a lot of pain.
That man always draws her heart.
She missed him when she was studying, and when she saw the snow, she couldn't help but think of him even when she glanced at the ink jade bamboo knot that had been with him before.
The word "love" has only a dozen pens, but why is it so difficult?
The fine snow blows across Chang'an City.
The corner wind chimes are crisp and lingering.
...
Jail.
The girl named Wenya was pushed to the ground by two jailers, unkempt and begged for mercy.
On the counter not far away, there is a bowl of hot soup, which tastes bitter and strong.
Wearing a black and gold brocade robe, the young His Royal Highness stands indifferently with his hands, holding the brocade in one hand, gently covering his mouth and nose.
Ignoring the cry of the girl, he casually said: "This king and girl Wenya, tell a story?"
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There is one more chapter, five hundred words short, about half an hour to finish it.