Chapter 245: Sleep in my account

Nan Baoyi handed him a handkerchief.
She sternly said: "Uncle, don't use me anymore. I sympathize with your experience, but if you dare to use me and second brother again, I will definitely not let you go."
Wei Jiannan took the handkerchief and chuckled softly: "Miss is smart, but too soft-hearted."
"Because I have tasted the feeling that everyone around me is hard as iron, so I am willing to be soft-hearted and willing to be nice to others. I always believe that good is rewarded."
Nan Baoyi turned and stepped into the small account.
Wei Jiannan stood outside the tent.
"Good is rewarded..."
He tasted the word and sneered softly.
Although he was disdainful, he took a loyal guard and stood outside the tent with a knife.
The night is getting deeper.
Nan Baozhu hadn't returned yet, and Nan Baoyi slept alone on the small couch, very hard to sleep.
With the little father-in-law, she didn't worry about Zhuzhu's accident.
It was only the first time to rest in the barracks, and the faint sound of soldiers training from a distance reminded her that this is a place with many men, which made her feel uneasy.
She tossed and couldn't sleep.
Getting into the bed didn't seem to bring a sense of security, on the contrary, a sweat came out.
She sighed softly, and simply sat on the couch, took out the history books she had brought with her, and flipped through two soy-like oil lamps.
The big tent next door.
Xiao Yi ordered the matter of taking over the military camp.
All the bosses who were loyal to him in the army had their lives, and those who did not want to return were all killed by the secret guards and replaced by confidants.
A change in military power unfolded silently in the dark night.
Xiao Yimu passed away and changed into a black silk bedding.
He was too lazy to tie up the tie, letting his collar go open, and laid down leisurely on the soft couch.
I don't know what Nan Jiaojiao is doing at this time.
The barracks tent is simple, and I don't know if she is used to it or if she can sleep.
He said lightly: "Ten bitter, you go and have a look next door."
Shiku ran to the tent next door and asked Wei Jiannan, "Is the Baoyi girl asleep?"
Wei Jiannan glanced at him like an idiot: "Do you think, can I know?"
He has been out of the tent, and he is not a close maid, how could he know if the young lady is asleep!
So I ran back to report, "Master, Wei Jiannan said, I don't know if the Baoyi girl is asleep."
There was a moment of silence behind the screen.
After a long while, Xiao Yi said again: "Ten words, you go."
Shiyan ran to the tent next door.
He stood outside the tent and whispered: "Girl Baoyi, my master asks you if you can sleep. If you can't sleep, you can go to his tent and talk."
Not long after, Nan Baoyi hugged the pillow and ran out chokingly.
She was wearing thin bedding and a pale pink cloak.
The delicate white face seems to have been specially made up.
She rubbed the tip of her nose shyly, "Zhuzhu hasn't come back yet. I slept alone, very scared, and I want to talk to my second brother."
Shi Yan collared Nan Bao to the big account and got a reward of gold.
Shiku was dumbfounded.
Strangely enough, since childhood, he didn't have as many rewards as ten words.
How to beg your wife in the future, so sad!
After the screen.
Nan Baoyi pulled the soft flannel shoes and stepped in cautiously.
Even the big tent where Jingxihou lived is still simple, with a simple brass chandelier, a soft couch, and a pair of tables and chairs behind the screen.
The Minister of Power was sitting on the armchair, looking through the military books.
"Second brother..."
The girl's voice was sweet.
Xiao Yi's face was cold and unpredictable. He turned a page seriously, and said lightly: "This is the first time I spent the night in a military camp. I can't sleep, right?"
"There is a little fear in my heart, it is indeed difficult to sleep."
Nan Baoyi answered happily.
Xiao Yi began to show his brotherly care: "Sleep in my tent."
Nan Baoyi held the pillow and glanced at his soft couch.
Xiao Yi pursed his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "The mattress that was changed today is not dirty."
"I don't mean to dislike the second brother..." Nan Baoyi lay in the bed, grabbed the quilt, and revealed a pair of shiny eyes, "It's just that I occupy your soft couch. Where are you going to sleep tonight?"
"The power in the army changes tonight, I can't sleep." Xiao Yi turned a page, "You don't have to care about me."
Nan Baoyi said nothing more.
The lights jump.
She stared at the corner, where the armor of the Minister of Power was hung, made of profound iron, exquisite and heavy, and there were still black blood stains in the gaps in the armor that were difficult to wipe off.
She looked at the young man at the table again.
He is deep and handsome, with a calm and steady manner, it is easy to be ignored that he is only nineteen years old, and he has not even bowed.
At the age of nineteen, the other son was still playing cock-fights and lackeys, molested his concubine, and relied on his ancestors to shelter a small official, but he had already achieved remarkable military merits and sat on the seat of Jingxihou.
Nan Baoyi understood his difficulty, so she moved to the side of the small couch.
She deliberately set aside half of the bed, enough for Xiao Yi to lie down and rest.
The night is long.
Xiao Yi turned a page of the book, but didn't bother to read it.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the little girl.
She slept in an upright position, occupying only a small bed, and even leaving most of the quilt.
Although she knew that she felt sorry for him, it looked like a silent invitation late at night.
Sleeping, or not sleeping, this is a profound problem.
He turned a few pages, but couldn't enter a word.
After a while, he put down his military book and sat down on the couch.
While tweaking the quilt for Nan Baoyi, she noticed that the little girl had put on her mouth fat when she came, and the red marks of her lips were rubbed on the white quilt.
Fingertips stroked the red mark.
He hooked his thin lips, leaned slightly, and kissed the red mark.
the other side.
Nan Baozhu took Ning Wanzhou and sneaked into a big tent like a thief.
She was holding the candlestick in her hand, and the red candle was half-lit, and red wax tears were slowly dripping.
"Where is this?"
Nan Baozhu probed his head and saw many large boxes in the tent.
Ning Wanzhou opened a wooden box.
There were countless silver ingots neatly stacked in the box. He picked up one, with an official seal on the bottom of the silver ingot, which was shipped from Shengjing.
He sternly said: "It is the relief silver allocated by Shengjing Chaotang."
"Disaster relief silver?" Nan Baozhu approached in surprise, "There are so many boxes, there must be millions of taels, right?! You don't even send someone to guard outside, so you are not afraid of being stolen?"
She could see that she did not watch out for the candlestick to tilt.
A line of heavy wax tears from red candles fell on the silver ingots.
"Yeah!"
Nan Baozhu let out a soft cry, and before the red wax tears could be cleared away, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers could be heard from far away.
"Hurry up."
Ning Wanzhou covered the wooden box and pulled Nan Baozhu to escape from the camp.
The two ran back to the resting tent and learned from Wei Jiannan that Nan Baoyi was staying next door tonight.
Nan Baozhu put down the red candlestick and couldn't help muttering, "Jiaojiao and her second brother have a very good relationship. It's really enviable."
Ning Wanzhou stood behind her.
Passing her hands through her soft waist, she calmly stroked the lace of her skirt on her chest.
His chin rested on her shoulders, his eyebrows were like foxes, and he said softly: "I have a good relationship with Miss Wanwan..."