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He thought about the words this woman scolded his little girl, his eyebrows were filled with coldness and blood, and his thin lips quietly curved in a cruel way.
He will settle the score with her.
After the hall is cleared.
Xiao Yi put aside his evil temper and turned to Nan Baoyi: "Jiao¡ª¡ª"
Before she could speak, she saw Nan Baozhu, Ji Zhenzhen, Yuchi and others surrounding the little girl and asking her, as if they were afraid that she would be wronged.
He silently shut up.
At this moment, the maid came over to invite you and said that the lunch was ready.
Mrs. Nan nodded and looked at Xiao Yi fearfully.
She never expected that this guy would become Sili.
After going back and forth, Jiaojiaoer got involved with this guy again!
" And Qian Shangyu already has a sweetheart, but he came to discuss marriage. There must be someone behind the scenes who is adding fuel to the flames. Don't think too much, it is probably inseparable from Xiao Yi's enemies.
The old man felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
She really couldn't show a good face towards Xiao Yi, so she just said lightly: "Your Highness King Yong, our family is about to have dinner."
The implication is that you can get out.
Xiao Yi nodded: "I wonder where the dining room is?"
The old lady was silent.
Jiang smiled lightly, comforted the old lady, and finally arranged a seat for Xiao Yi.
The winter solstice is a big festival.
Jiang Suihan also came from the hospital to attend the banquet. After lunch, the juniors gathered at two tables in the Nuan Pavilion to talk and play. They also played shooting under the leadership of Nan Baozhu, which was full of fun in the winter.
Nan Baoyi watched the excitement for a while, then quietly left the table in the name of changing his clothes.
She didn¡¯t take her maid with her and walked alone in the back garden.
It is extremely cold today. There are dark clouds in the sky. A thick layer of white frost has condensed on the withered grass and trees. Even the surface of the pond is covered with a thin layer of ice. The wind blowing against your face seems to be carrying ice slag, which is slightly stinging. pain.
Nan Baoyi squatted down by the pond.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:???????????? Put your hand and fall on the pool surface, the thin ice shatters, and the cold water bites your bones.
Wen Ya¡¯s vicious words could not help but come to mind.
A hen that can¡¯t lay eggs
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So ashamed that I bumped my head to death
Die alone.
The girl closed her eyes, and the red ends of her eyes were like a peach blossom.
The tears rolled down from between the eyelashes, causing tiny ripples on the surface of the pond.
She didn't act so strong in front of outsiders. She was already a married woman. Whenever she saw Xiao Yi teasing A Ruian, she wanted to have a child of her own, but it was not for the sake of continuing the family line, but for love. .
However, God gave her a chance to start over, but deprived her of the right to love as a mother.
Nan Baoyi buried her head in her arms and sobbed sadly.
The sky and the earth are white, a cold wind is blowing, and the fine snow is pushed from the depths of the dark sky, falling on the pond and garden.
An ink-paper umbrella tilted to cover Nan Baoyi from the wind and snow.
The fragrance of the landscape is clear and lonely, just like the face of the young prince.
Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl squatting on the ground: "The kitchen sent dumplings to the Nuan Pavilion. If you don't eat them, Nan Baozhu will finish them."
Nan Baoyi choked up: "I don't eat dumplings"
Xiao Yi knelt down on one knee beside her and raised her little face.
The little girl¡¯s fair and tender face was crimson and moist from crying, like a delicate flower wet by rain and dew.
The pupils like black grapes were filled with a layer of mist, and they felt extremely aggrieved.
Xiao Yi curled his lips and smiled: "Are you ashamed to cry like this?"
Although it is a joke, the tone is very gentle.
Nan Baoyi raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, but she cried even harder.
Xiao Yi coaxed in a low voice: "What a hen that can't lay eggs, don't listen to that woman's nonsense."
Nan Baoyi sobbed and raised her eyes to look at him, hoping that he would say something nice.
Xiao Yi sincerely comforted: "Nan Jiaojiao is clearly an invincible fighting cock."
Cockfighting
Nan Baoyi¡¯s little face gradually became distorted.
I can't get rid of her with the chicken, right? !
The tears were forced back, and she ignored Xiao Yi and turned around angrily to leave.
"Nan Jiaojiao¡ª¡ª"
Xiao Yi grabbed her little hand.He stopped joking, and Yingjun's beautiful face was full of solemnity: "I have already said that I don't care whether you can have children, why don't you believe me? That's all, I will go to Jiang Suihan and ask him for a baby If I drink the medicine that will kill off my descendants, you will believe me."
After he finished speaking, he put the paper umbrella into Nan Baoyi's hand, turned around and left.
Nan Baoyi was stunned on the spot.
After regaining consciousness, she threw away the paper umbrella and trotted around, grabbing Xiao Yi's sleeve corner.
She raised her head and glared at him, her eyes even redder and moister.
She scolded: "If you dare to go, I will ignore you for the rest of my life!"
"Then do you believe me?"
Nan Baoyi was cold and stubborn: "You don't care now, but what about when you are thirty? What about when you are gray-haired? At that time, can you still say that you don't care? At that time, Don¡¯t you hate me?¡±
"hatred?"
Xiao Yi stared at her.
After a long time, he pulled his thin lips mockingly.
He slowly pulled apart her thin white fingers, turned around, and stepped into the wind and snow without hesitation.
The girl stood alone in the fine snow that was flying all over the sky.
The snowflakes fell on her cheeks and turned into crystal drops of water.
She watched Xiao Yi walk 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 walked silently behind Nan Baoyi and shielded her from the wind and snow.
She looked at Nan Baoyi crying sadly, thinking about what Xiao Daoyan had just said to her, and secretly thought that Xiao Daoyan must love Sister Baoyi very much.
Sister Baoyi was loved by a figure like the blazing sun like King Yong, so she must have looked down on other people. She felt a lot of sourness and loss inexplicably in her heart.
Some feelings are not tolerated by the etiquette and laws of the world.
Maybe it¡¯s time for her to get married.
At Nan Mansion¡¯s Winter Solstice Banquet, Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi broke up unhappy.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? She just stayed in her dormitory, reading every day, and listening to He Ye and the others talk about the latest news in Chang'an City, but she couldn't really listen to it.
Heye and the others were talking about the Qian family.
It is said that Sili Yamen has sealed off all the Qian family's shops and is checking the accounts every day.
She closed the book and looked out the window.
Under the black-green eaves, a row of crystal clear ice ridges hangs, and wind chimes made of ink jade bamboo sections hang on the corners of the eaves. There is a thin layer of fine snow accumulated inside, and there is no letter inside.
A deep pain arose in her heart.
That man always held her heart.
She missed him when she was reading, and missed him when she looked at the snow. She couldn't help but think of him even when she glanced at the ink jade bamboo knot that she used to exchange letters with.
The word "love" can only be written in a dozen or so strokes, but why is it so difficult?
Fine snow blows across Chang'an City.
The wind chimes on the eaves are crisp and lonely.
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A girl named Wenya was pushed to her knees by two jailers, her hair disheveled and her face kept begging for mercy.
On the table not far away, there is a bowl of hot soup, which has a bitter and rich medicinal taste.
Wearing a black and gold-woven brocade robe, His Highness stood with his hands behind his back in an indifferent and dignified manner, holding a brocade handkerchief in one hand and gently covering his mouth and nose.
He ignored the girl¡¯s cry and said casually: ¡°This king and Miss Wenya, want to tell a story?¡±
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