The loquat yard in Jinguan City is very old. A loquat tree is planted in the courtyard, and two faded and white lanterns are hung under the blue and black eaves.

She passed by at dusk and saw a fire leaping in the yard that had been quiet for a year.

She rushed in with the courage to do so.

Go up the steps and push away the inner fan.

The room was as cold as a snow cave. Xiao Yi was wearing white clothes, sitting on a ring chair with his head hanging down, and threw paper money and gold foil ingots into the brazier expressionlessly.

Mars jumped like a butterfly flapping its wings and about to fly.

The man probably came back from Xingye. His hair was messy and his hair was covered with a few strands of hair on his forehead. It was vaguely visible that he was blue and black and very haggard.

"Why are you back?" she said childishly, "But you are not doing well in Chang'an? I have said you have no ability, so you should be more at ease and low-key and be self-aware."

Xiao Yi's thin lips gently pressed down.

The tongue of flame swallowed the last stack of paper money.

The choking smell of smoke filled the hall. She coughed twice in disgust and complained: "If you want to pay tribute to the dead, can you go to other places to pay tribute? This is the Nan family, and there is no bad luck, it has hit my family!"

Her words were so mean.

Xiao Yi raised his scarlet phoenix eyes.

He got up and came to her, pinched her cheeks, and looked down on his tone, his tone as cruel as never before: "Nan Baoyi, is I so humble in your eyes? I don't even have the power to pay tribute to my old friends, right?"

She was pinched and she burst into tears immediately.

When I was raised by a spoiled person, my instinctive reaction was to shed tears when I encountered something.

It seems that everyone will tolerate her because of her tears.

When she cried so hard, Xiao Yi finally let go of his hand.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Nan Baoyi, what else do you do besides crying?"

She ignored him and howled even more heartbreakingly.

Xiao Yi was silent for a long time before trying to hug her in her crying.

He only hugged her for a moment, and before she could react, she let go of her hand.

He stroked the hair on her forehead, his eyes that were complicated that she couldn't understand at that time.

His voice was obscure: "I heard that when the flowers bloom in spring, you will marry Cheng Deyu?"

"Of course..." She wiped her tears, "If you don't marry him, would you marry such a useless thing? I hate Xiao Yi the most, and I hate you very much..."

Xiao Yi looked very tired at that time.

He paused for a long time, and finally he just pulled his lips mockingly: "It's done. Nan Baoyi, don't regret it in the future."

She snorted contemptuously, rubbed her tears, and ran out of the loquat yard with anger.

Later, she didn't know when Xiao Yi returned to Beijing.

When the flowers bloomed the following spring, she married into the Cheng Mansion with glory and glory...

The carriage was bumped.

The enamel-colored hand stove was tilted, and the fine charcoal inside was not well-kept, and the back of Nan Baoyi's hand was burned through the cracks of the carpet.

She came to her senses and gently pressed the burned area.

If you think about it carefully, the powerful ministers in their previous lives seemed to treat her very differently.

Did he get moved by her in his previous life?

But she lived so miserably later, and she didn't show any signs of it.

Nan Baoyi could not guess Xiao Yi's thoughts at all.

She looked at him through the car window. The man was clearly in front of her, but his side face was so cold and thin. He looked at a distant place, and the undercurrent was surging in Danfeng's eyes. This expression was undoubtedly very strange to her.

She knew that he cared about his brother and his homeland.

And she actually didn't know his past at all.

The snow falls.

In such early winter, Nan Baoyi felt lonely and cold.

After the convoy drove into Shengjing City, the powerful families scattered towards their respective mansions.

Nan Baoyi took a carriage to the gate of Nanfu. Xiao Yi was afraid that she would not be able to walk, so he followed her all the way and personally carried her out of the carriage.

The man glanced at the plaque in Nanfu from the outskirts.

Somehow, I felt a little guilty.

If Mrs. Nan knew that Nan Jiaojiao was injured again because of him, she would probably have the intention to regret the marriage.

The two of them were about to enter the mansion, and a soft cry came from behind:

"Little Princess."

Nan Baoyi looked back.

Chu Huainan gracefully turned over and dismounted the horse, handed the reins to the servant, and said with a gentle laugh: "I heard that you were injured, Gu specially ordered someone to take a box of imperial plasters for you. This plaster is very effective in removing scars. Gu thought about it. The little princess's skin and beauty are beautiful. If there is a scar on her ankle, it will be unbeautiful."

Nan Baoyi took the small white jade jar he handed over.

Things in the palace are naturally hard to find.

She thanked Chu Huainan, because she admired his kindness to the prisoners, so she invited him: "Since your Highness is here, you can go to my mansion to sit. It just so happened that my two brothers are idle in the mansion today, so you can talk."

Chu Huainan was surprised.

He repeatedly invited the little princess to go to his mansion to watch birds, but she refused to go.

Unexpectedly, she would take the initiative to invite him to the mansion to take a seat.

He nodded: "It is better to obey your orders than respect."

Xiao Yi was standing there.

Danfeng glanced at Chu Huainan with picky eyes, and he smiled: "Did Jiaojiao forget that your elder brother and fourth brother have something to do? I'm afraid no one will entertain you when the prince enters the mansion."

Nan Baoyi retorted: "They are clearly fine today. Besides, the visitor is a guest, how can I not eat a cup of tea?"

Xiao Yi pressed down with his thin lips. Before he could come up with a good idea to refuse Chu Huainan's entry into the mansion, Chu Huainan had already stepped into the mansion slowly.

Xiao Yi: "..."

This guy is really good at climbing up the pole.

He laughed: "Looking at Wen Liang and Humble, he is actually a restless person."

Nan Baoyi pulled his sleeves and refused to say bad things about Chu Huainan behind his back.

When the prince arrived, the southern palace cheered thousands of times more spiritually.

Xiao Yi carried Nan Baoyi and went straight back to Chaowenyuan, not giving Chu Huainan a chance to see her.

The big study room was burned with ground dragons, and the floor covered with soft gold-woven carpet was warm and gentle.

Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi under the west window and ordered Yu Wei to bring some flower cakes and snacks.

He poured a cup of hot tea for Nan Baoyi and reminded him: "Chu Huainan is not a good thing, stay away from him."

Nan Baoyi didn't say anything.

She held her cheeks and looked at him while playing with the brush.

"What do I do?" Xiao Yi pushed the hot tea in front of her, "Is there any words on my face?"

Nan Baoyi moved to him and suddenly reached out to hug him.

Xiao Yi froze.

Nan Baoyi's cheek was pressed against his chest, and his phoenix eyes were clear and calm.

She had figured it out that the person Xiao Yi paid tribute to the Loquat Courtyard in his previous life was his brother.

At that time, he saw that she was bullied and cried, so he hugged her like comfort.

But in fact, he was the one who needed to be hugged and comforted the most at that time.

She owes him a hug.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in his arms, and the coldness at the corners of his eyebrows gradually melted.

He stroked her slender back with his big palm gently, and he laughed: "What is this for?"
Chapter completed!