When Ye Ling returned to the Prince's Mansion in Xiliang City, he heard a melodious sound of flutes.

Nangong Heng was trying on the flute. When he saw Ye Ling come back, he greeted him with a smile: "Xiao Yezi, look, how?"

Nangong Heng himself has a long flute made of ink bamboo, which was placed in Wuhua Pavilion of the Prince Jingjing Palace, and this time he did not bring it. The one he made for Ye Ling looked more slender and clever.

"I don't know this." Ye Ling can play the piano, but he really doesn't understand the wind instruments.

Nangong Heng was very happy to hear this: "There is actually something that Xiao Yezi doesn't know? That's great! I'll teach you!"

"Let's go another day." Ye Ling took over the long flute, but didn't plan to learn it now.

"By the way, Xiao Yezi, today you are outside. Do you think you have an idea about how to fall in love? And you also want to prepare something? What is it?" Nangong Heng was very curious.

"Come to find the four treasures in the study and grind the ink for me." Ye Ling's lips curled slightly.

Nangong Heng nodded: "Okay."

After a while, Ye Ling sat by the window on the second floor, with a large piece of rice paper in front of him, holding a pen to think.

While grinding ink, Nangong Heng leaned over to look at it, looking at it with an interest.

"If you have finished it, you can't look at it now." Ye Ling said.

"Isn't it for me to show it in the end?" Nangong Heng said that he couldn't wait to see what Ye Ling was going to play.

"Can you go?" Ye Ling frowned.

Nangong Heng said weakly: "Okay, okay, the ink is ground, I'll go down." He muttered as he turned around, "Why is Xiaoyezi so fierce..." and he slipped away.

In the end of summer, the sun is bright outside the window, the breeze is refreshing, the bamboo forest is rustling, and the lake below is sparkling.

Ye Ling closed his eyes and opened it again, and wrote down the first line of words.

I saw Ye Ling sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, sometimes thinking, and sometimes writing like a magical person.

About two quarters of an hour later, a large piece of rice paper was filled with five columns and ten rows, and fifty things were written.

Ye Ling looked at it from beginning to end and called Nangong Heng: "Brother Ghost, come up."

"Here you come!" Nangong Heng rushed up, and Ye Ling raised the piece of paper to show him.

"Look at the sunrise, watch the sunset, watch the stars, climb mountains, travel to the lake, cook, wash dishes, go shopping, and go shopping..."

Nangong Heng was reciting what Ye Ling wrote, with a weird look. From beginning to end, the last thing was to "wear a skirt together"?!

"Xiao Yezi, what is this?" Nangong Heng looked confused.

"It's not that you want to fall in love. You don't understand, and I don't understand either, so I decided to write fifty things we each think we want to do together, a total of one hundred. After one by one, maybe, maybe, maybe, you can get married? What do you think?" Ye Ling asked with a smile.

Nangong Heng looked surprised. He took the paper and looked at it from beginning to end: "Xiao Yezi, how did you come up with this idea? He is so talented! I like everything about it except wearing skirts together!"

Ye Ling coughed twice: "I want to declare that wearing skirts together is one of the things I look forward to most. Just say it's OK, right?"

"Do something else first, that..." Nangong Heng thought about it. There are so many things, and a great opportunity can be with Ye Ling. He is confident that before finishing these things, he will marry Ye Ling back! Wear a skirt together? With such a figure, he can be without clothes when he closes the door, but he cannot wear skirts! As a vase, image is very important!

"I am a fair person. You have the power to make fifty things. Now it's your turn to write it." Ye Ling said to Nangong Heng.

Seeing Nangong Heng start to think, Ye Ling went downstairs and took a look at the kitchen. There was no ingredients, so she decided to go out for dinner together later.

It took Nangong Heng a whole hour.

Ye Ling was hungry. Every time he went upstairs, he saw him still thinking seriously.

Ye Ling felt that it was her that she had written all the things that were easier to think of. It was not easy for Nangong Heng to write out fifty different things.

But when Nangong Heng finally asked Ye Ling to go up and said that he had finished writing, Ye Ling realized that Nangong Heng had written several pictures, absolutely more than fifty pieces, and finally outlined them and summarized them again.

The first row, the first thing, the two words, "kiss"...

"Little Yezi, how about it?" Nangong Heng looked at Ye Ling and smiled brightly.

"Yeah, yes, but..." Before Ye Ling could finish reading it, a handsome face suddenly came over in front of him.

Nangong Heng's eyes were burning: "Then let's do the first thing first!"

Ye Ling raised his hand and took Nangong Heng aside: "I'll decide all the orders! You wrote about sleeping together. Now that you're sleeping, you don't have to do anything else!"

"Okay, okay, you'll decide, you'll listen to you." Nangong Heng was just teasing Ye Ling. He knew that Ye Ling was not a casual girl, and although he really wanted some things, he could wait.

When something became concrete, Nangong Heng found that from now on, every day after that was worth looking forward to, and foreseeable happiness was waving towards him.

For him, as long as he is with Ye Ling, he will be happy no matter what he does.

"Xiao Yezi, there are some of the ones you wrote that we have done. Can I cross it out?" Nangong Heng asked Ye Ling.

"It used to be the past, but now I'm in love. Are you sure you don't want to do it again?" Ye Ling blinked at Nangong Heng.

Nangong Heng held the paper, leaned back and fell on the bed: "Little Yezi, I'll be dizzy when you smile." When Ye Ling blinked at him just now, he felt sweet and he was really dizzy...

"Get up and go for dinner!" After Ye Ling finished reading it, she thought it was pretty good.

She was very interested in some of the things Nangong Heng wrote, such as stealing his father's wine together, beating a tiger together, catching snakes together and roasting them to eat...

"Hey!" Nangong Heng stood up with a carp and carefully folded the two pieces of paper he and Ye Ling wrote, intending to cut them out after coming back today, make a booklet and carry them with him.

Nangong Heng wanted Ye Ling to wear a skirt, but unfortunately Ye Ling didn't wear a skirt at all when she went out this time. In the end, the two of them pretended to go out.

Having a meal in a restaurant, Nangong Heng asked Ye Ling what Ming said to her.

Ye Ling told Nangong Heng what Ming meant.

"Baby his grandmother is OK." Nangong Heng nodded, "However, although I sympathize with the encounter of Baili scumbag, he is a good person, but I always feel that he has some troubles that he doesn't know."

"I think so too." Ye Ling nodded, "especially the so-called miracle doctor who colluded with Ouyang Qing back then, he saved Baili Su's life, and kept my sister not to kill him, but he didn't even show his shadow. There must be a problem here. This time, Su Tang ordered me to help Baili Su. Who is the mysterious employer? It's also a mystery. For the time being, my sister should be with me."

"When it comes to this, Xiao Yezi, I still think it's better to stay away from Anle Tower. That person, Su Tang, is brain-related!" Nangong Heng said seriously.

"The problem is that I am entangled by him. He is strong and I am weak, and it is not something I can choose." Ye Ling shook his head.

Nangong Heng thought for a while and said, "Next time he comes to find you, tell me, I'll talk to him."

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows: "Do you know Su Tang?"

"Do you still remember Su Yan that I told you?" Nangong Heng asked.

"Of course, when you and Yun Yao were eight years old, they caught your bitch." Ye Ling nodded.

"Su Tang is his son." Nangong Heng said.

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment. Does such a person with a perverted habit actually have a son?

Nangong Heng seemed to see Ye Ling's thoughts and shook his head and said, "It's not a biological son, adopted. To be precise, he was one of the **s that Su Yan caught back then. All the others were dead. He was the only one who survived and was raised. He was eight years older than Yun Yao and me."

Ye Ling stared at: "What you mean is that he fell into Su Yan's hands at the age of eight, and then became Su Yan's son for eight years? He must be aware of what Su Yan did."

"Yes." Nangong Heng nodded, "The one who was sent by Su Yan to capture Song Qingyu was Su Tang. He caught the wrong person and took Yun Yao back. After Yun Yao and I killed Su Yan, Su Yan's wife was hanging on the beam and Su Tang disappeared. His former name was Su Tong. Now people don't know that Su Tang is Su Tong."

Ye Ling was silent, remembering the first time she saw Su Tang, she played a warm song, but it angered Su Tang. He fell into Su Yan's hands at the age of eight. Do you still remember his former home? And the home he remembered now is a father who was inferior to beasts, a weak and pitiful mother, who helped the evil ones to survive. I am afraid no one knows what he has really experienced.

"How did you know these?" Ye Ling asked Nangong Heng.

Nangong Heng chuckled: "You may not believe it. It was Su Tang who told me and Yun Yao. He said that when he went to capture Song Qingyu and became Yun Yao, it was actually his intention. He could not resist Su Yan, but he always hoped that someone could do what he dare not do. Yun Yao and I killed Su Yan, which was equivalent to saving him. Just five years ago, he suddenly appeared, told us his identity, and gave us the same gift."

"What gift?" Ye Ling asked.

Nangong Heng said quietly: "The flute made of Su Yan's finger bones."

"Okay." Ye Ling was a little speechless, "Where is the flute?"

"That disgusting thing was thrown away at that time!" Nangong Heng shook his head.

The two of them walked around outside, had supper, and returned to the prince's mansion at night.

From a distance, I saw a thin figure standing by the lake.

Nangong Heng grabbed Ye Ling's hand steadily, held Ye Ling, and walked over with a smile: "Baili scum, why are you here again?"

This is actually not the first time they have been holding hands, but the first time they have been holding hands in the true sense.

Nangong Heng only felt that Ye Ling's hands were so soft, smooth and tender. Ye Ling felt... just holding hands, but what happened that suddenly his heartbeat was a little fast?

Baili Su lowered his head and saw the hands of Nangong Heng and Ye Ling holding, his eyes slightly dimmed, and he withdrew his gaze: "Nangong, can you not call me that?"

"I know, you want me to call your brother-in-law. All I can say is that you think beautifully!"

I still remember that in the Battle Palace, Baili Su and Nangong Heng showed that he had a son. Now Nangong Heng wants to stalk Baili Su's heart and give him some fighting spirit. Don't look like you are suffering and revenge all day long. If you like Ye Ying, hurry up and chase him!

Baili Su shook his head and ended this topic. He is definitely not as good as Nangong Heng when he quarreled.

"Tell me, what's the matter? We're going to go to bed if it's okay." Nangong Heng smiled and was kicked by Ye Ling, and he laughed even happier.

Baili Su frowned and said, "You haven't gotten married yet, little sister, don't let him be more greedy."

Nangong Heng really wanted to kick Bailisu into the lake, but he actually took care of him?

"I have something to ask you for help." Baili Su said seriously, "I plan to open a coffin and examine the autopsy for my father."

Nangong Heng was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure? Have you discussed it with your mother?"

Baili Su shook his head: "Don't let her know. This matter is going on in secret. I want to find out the murderer who poisoned my father."

"If you find out what poison you have in your father, you may not be able to find the murderer." Ye Ling said coldly.

"But this is the most critical clue." Baili Su said, "You all know medicine and drug, and I want to ask you to help with autopsy."
To be continued...