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Nan Baoyi stared at her.
The beauty is as charming as a poisonous snake with charming colors.
Liuhua smiled and continued: "After the nightmare incident, you have also seen that I am proficient in Qimen Bagua and illusion. I can help him on the road to seizing power in the future. For him, it does not matter whether he is an heir or a court. , I am more useful than you in every aspect. If you really love him, you should agree on his behalf. Otherwise, besides possessing him, how much sincerity do you have for him?"
The woman's voice was full of confusion.
It seems that as long as Nan Baoyi refuses, he doesn't really love Xiao Yi.
Nan Baoyi took half a step back.
She said with a cold face: "Even if he never marries a wife or concubine, I don't want him to be with a woman with evil intentions like you. You plotted to kill his own sister, and you have the nerve to say you like him?"
The smile on Lihua¡¯s lips disappeared immediately.
Her sleeves bulged like a poisonous snake stretched out in anger.
She twisted her neck and said coldly: "I'm not qualified to love him, are you qualified? You are selfish, you just want to monopolize him greedily! You probably don't know, right? As long as you are by his side , he will never be able to ascend the throne! He died because of you in his previous life, and you are his nemesis, nemesis!"
She roared, threw her sleeves away angrily.
Nan Baoyi hurriedly chased after him: "Please tell me clearly, who will die because of me, and who will not be able to ascend the throne?! Don't leave, you!"
However, the pomegranate flower has disappeared without a trace.
The wind blows and the blue waves of the bamboo forest ripple.
The girl in a scarlet dress, with buns in her arms, stood helplessly in the depths of the forest, with a few green bamboo leaves spinning and falling on the tips of her hair, adding a bit of embarrassment.
The thin white hands were clenched into fists.
She gritted her teeth: "I hate people who half-talk!"
It¡¯s the same feeling as if you stabbed someone but didn¡¯t kill you. It¡¯s neither up nor down, not crisp at all!
????????? Return to the monastery with great energy.
Through the carved wooden moon door in the room, she saw that her fifth brother had woken up.
The Zen room is silent.
The fifth brother was sitting on the edge of the couch with his upper body bare. Xiao Qingyang was holding the medicine jar and was carefully changing his medicine.
The bamboo-green curtain hangs low, and the famous monk and the emperor's concubine all look good-looking.
The flaming palace skirt is spread on the crow-green monk's robe, as if it wants to burn out the loneliness in front of the Buddha.
The slender jade fingers coated with Danko gently traveled along the texture of the monk's back. The fragrance of the medicine diffused from the wound, blending with the scent of powder and flowers she carried, and mixed into a different kind of enthusiasm in the Zen room with the furnace burning.
Nan Chengyi closed his eyes.
The muscular body gradually became very tight.
A thin layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his forehead.
????????????????? Uncontrollable, dry mouth.
Xiao Qingyang, who was kneeling behind him, leaned towards his ear and whispered: "Does it hurt?"
Her breathing was gentle and soft.
In a trance, her lips seemed to be kissing his sensitive ear, but the tenderness was as short-lived as light bubbles. It was probably a scene he had imagined.
The Buddha¡¯s heart was shaken violently at this moment.
Thinking about it, is the reason why the Buddha became a Buddha because they have never met the girl they like?
Seeing that he didn¡¯t answer for a long time, Xiao Qingyang was at a loss: ¡°Brother Nan?¡±
Nan Chengyi frowned: "Poor monk, Xuandu."
Xiao Qingyang arched his eyebrows.
The proud and arrogant Emperor Ji's smile in the tent was actually a thousand kinds of charming and charming, suppressing the dazzling brilliance of the red bean and gold hairpin in the bun.
The thin white jade hands gently grabbed the young man's monk's robe.
She called softly: "Brother Xuandu"
??Obviously he likes her.
Otherwise, how could he take all the charges for her in front of the Wei family?
"Brother Xuandu" almost made Nan Chengyi lose his armor.
He stood up suddenly.
With a clang, the things he had hidden around his waist rolled to the ground.
He hurriedly picked it up.
But Xiao Qingyang was stunned.
The thing hidden in Brother Nan's arms is the pearl she gave to him back then.
As expected, he admired her.
She raised her head, and Danfeng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist: "Brother Nan?"
Nan Chengyi turned around, clasped his palms together, and refused to look at her more.
Xiao Qingyang grabbed his monk's robe: "You obviously¡ª¡ª"
"Clang!"
There was a louder sound outside Dongyue Gate.
It was Nan Baoyi who was fascinated by it and accidentally broke the large enamel double-eared vase on the flower table.
Being stared at by the two people in the room, her cheeks turned red, and she coughed in embarrassment: "What, I'm sorryYou two, keep going, keep going"
Xiao Qingyang laughed.
What are you going on with? It¡¯s already like this.
She straightened her clothes, regained the cool pride of Di Ji, and asked, "But what happened?"
Nan Baoyi thought of business and immediately told them the cause of the nightmare.
After speaking, she left.
It¡¯s her business to investigate the case.
As for how to deal with Cai'er and the Wei family, it is Di Ji's own business.
Before stepping out of the meditation room, she couldn't help but look back quietly.
The fifth brother acted like a famous monk who remained motionless and allowed Di Ji to shake the corners of his sleeves.
Her gaze passed over his chest.
During these years of studying abroad, he suffered many injuries, old and new.
Especially the scar on the heart, which is three to four inches long, is shocking.
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Leaving the monastery, I bumped into a young monk.
The little guy was holding a bamboo basket filled with fresh bamboo shoots. He said with a sweet voice: "The great monk dug the winter bamboo shoots from the back mountain and gave it to Emperor Ji to taste."
Nan Baoyi looked at the freshness, picked up a big green-skinned bamboo shoot, and said with a smile: "This one belongs to me."
It¡¯s so big, it can fry a plate.
I secretly gave it to my second brother for a taste.
As soon as I walked to his Zen monastery, I saw him and Jiuxi coming back.
She quickly hid behind a clump of short bamboo.
Although Jiuxi is dressed as a guard, she wears a beaded flower in her bun, her face is exquisitely made up, and even her clothes are secretly scented with powder.
She said softly: "The idea of ??a mountain god getting married is due to the ignorance of the villagers. When the doors and windows of the boudoir are locked, it is impossible for the bride to disappear for no reason. Master, I have a plan."
"Um?"
"Since the murderer only captures the newlyweds, why don't we arrange a fake marriage. I am willing to pretend to be the newlyweds and stay in the boudoir. My master is very skilled in martial arts, so it is most suitable for you to play the groom. Then ask other secret guards and villagers to play the guests. Beating the gongs and drums will definitely attract the attention of the murderer. When the murderer appears, we can catch him in one fell swoop."
Nan Baoyi hugged the bamboo shoot tightly.
That anger in my heart!
This girl is not trying to solve the case. She clearly wants to marry her second brother and deliberately seduces him!
She looked at Xiao Yi hurriedly.
Xiao Yi came with his hands behind his back.
His eyes fell on the front door of the Buddhist temple.
The green dwarf bamboos danced, shaking off the snow from their branches.
The little ball of rabbit fur on the little girl's bun is swaying, and the crimson skirt is flying in the wind, which is not too eye-catching.
He held back a smile with his thin lips.
As he got closer, he stopped and asked deliberately: "Where does the sour smell come from in this deep mountain temple? It's so strong, I guess it's old vinegar that has been brewed for many years."
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.
Bah!
He is the old jealous one!
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