Nan Baoyi ignored the compliments of the people in the hall.

She went straight back to Chaowenyuan.

Yu Wei came up to her, removed the fox-haired cloak for her, and said softly: "Two old chief clerks are coming from the yamen, waiting for you in the study."

The study room was burning with a stove.

Both old chief clerks are in their forties and fifties and are eating tea.

Seeing Nan Baoyi coming in, they quickly got up and saluted.

Nan Baoyi said lightly: "What's the matter?"

One person said respectfully: "The decree was passed in the palace. King Yong and Emperor Ji intended to rebel, and now he has arrested King Yong and imprisoned. The Empress meant that this matter was very involved. Tomorrow, the Grandmaster Wei, Grandmaster Chen, Shangshuling Pei and our Siliyamen jointly held the trial of King Yong."

Nan Baoyi sat down.

She pushed open the carved window and watched the snow falling in the garden, her little face was unable to tell the joy and anger.

The second brother and the emperor really had the plan. They took all the charges, but left her only hope and let her mediate outside.

Are they not afraid that she will not do well?

If she asked her to participate in the trial as Sili, how could she be so cruel to try him?

In case there is a mistake...

They were in vain.

Nan Baoyi was both angry and sad.

The two old chief clerks looked at each other.

They bowed and bowed again: "Sir?"

"I understand." Nan Baoyi was impatient.

After the two chief clerks left, Nan Baoyi opened the book in trouble.

Sometimes he wondered whether the second brother would be punished in prison, and sometimes he wondered whether the emperor had arrived at Wanguo Temple safely.

After thinking about it, she closed the book repeatedly and decided to go to Wanguo Temple.

...

Wanguo Temple.

The Zen room is quiet.

Under the pane is a bottle of plum blossoms, with branches slanted to add to the fun of winter.

Xiao Qingyang woke up in the green tent.

She sat up and saw her wounds being carefully bandaged. The slight Buddha fragrance filled the Zen room, but there was no trace of the man.

She hurriedly got off, not caring about wearing shoes and combing her hair, and turned along the corridor to the temple of the Buddhist temple, and breathed a sigh of relief, anxiously searching for Nan Chengyi.

"Brother of the Nan family..."

The girl's wound broke and she fell into the snow in a mess.

A paper umbrella tilted over her head.

Xiao Qingyang looked back slowly.

The young monk, wearing a crow-green monk's robe, holding a white paper umbrella, looks like jade in the pine mountain, and is staring at her quietly.

She said hoarsely: "You really can't bear to let me suffer."

Nan Chengyi is silent.

The girl in the snow had her skirt scattered and her ankles exposed outside were frozen red.

The bandaged wound cracked and dyed the newly changed dress red.

He put down the paper umbrella, bent down, and patiently picked up Xiao Qingyang.

He whispered: "Just go to the kitchen to cook, why do you have to chase you out?"

Xiao Qingyang held his neck.

She looked at his smooth and graceful jaw and whispered: "I ran away from marriage today to see you. Nan Chengyi, I like you and want to marry you. I liked you when I first met, and later I liked you even more...

"When you were in southern Xinjiang, you saw me so dirty, but you didn't dislike me at all. You held my body and asked people everywhere, you put down the dignity of a young ranger, you cried and begged the Gu master you looked down upon in the past, and you gave me your heart..."

Xiao Qingyang raised his hand and gently stroked Nan Chengyi Qingjun's cheek.

Her eyes were red and tears were clear: "Brother of the Nan family, in this life, I will never meet a husband like you who loves me with life and dignity."

Nan Chengyi hugged her.

His arms were strong and powerful, but his hands couldn't help trembling.

She got it...

She knew what he had tried hard to hide from her.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to bear the guilt.

Xiao Qingyang, she is such a proud and unruly princess, how could he bear to remind her of those dirty and dirty past events?

The princess he loved should live in the world with a coquettish and willful manner.

He would rather use his death to exchange for the rest of his life happiness, marry the husband of aristocratic family, enjoy the glory and wealth, and stop thinking of him, a lovely man who meets by chance.

He stepped into the threshold of the Zen room and gently placed the girl on the bamboo couch.

He brushed away the girl's forehead and broke his hair, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Qingyang shook his head.

Just as I was about to speak, a series of gurgling sounds came from my stomach.

Her pretty face turned red: "I, I'm a little hungry."

Nan Chengyi smiled and thoughtfully brought the enamel bowl.

The bowl contains fine white noodles, which emits a faint fragrance of scallion, which is extremely tempting.

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing: "In those years of studying, every time it was your turn to cook rice, you only know how to cook noodles. Today I will come to see you, and you cook noodles for me to eat..."

Nan Chengyi sat by the couch and used green bamboo chopsticks to pull out a poached egg under the noodles.

He said warmly: "There is no meat in the temple. I found a pheasant egg from the back mountain nest. Try it?"

Xiao Qingyang opened his mouth: "Then you feed me."

"How old is, I'm still childish."

Nan Chengyi smiled, but still fed her eggs.

Xiao Qingyang ate with satisfaction, his pair of phoenix eyes always stared at Nan Chengyi.

Nan Chengyi raised his eyebrows: "I have always seen what I am doing? But I think my monk dress is more handsome than when I was a rogue? No wonder you love me so much that you can't extricate yourself."

"Ph, it's as shameless as before."

Xiao Qingyang was not angry.

After eating two bites of eggs, she couldn't help but cough violently.

The blood dyed the handkerchief red.

She can no longer eat it.

Her little face was pale, leaning against Nan Chengyi's arms, and whispered: "I'm just afraid of the joy now, just the illusion of the mirror and the moon. I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I can't see you."

Nan Chengyi lowered his head and kissed her hair seriously.

He looked gentle: "This time, I will never leave you again."

At the foot of the mountain.

Wei Shaoqian, wearing a wedding dress, rode on the horse expressionlessly.

The red silk hairband flies in the cold wind.

The husband's face was sinister and his heart was full of jealousy.

Behind him is the neatly arranged Wei army.

They surrounded the foot of Wanguo Temple and poured heavy tinder into the woods.

Wei Shaoqian said in a deep voice: "Monkey Xuandu ignored the Buddhist precepts and hooked up with the emperor's princess, and his crimes were not to be punished. He set fire to the mountain and forced out the dog and woman for me!"

With a command, the fire rose into the sky.

The hundreds of years of pine, cypress and ancient trees were burning, and the animals fled to other hills. The fire spread towards the mountain temple, and frightened the crowds of elegant birds living inhabited.

Wei Shaoqian stared at the direction of the mountain gate.

He deliberately poured fire-proof things on the bluestone steps. As long as she came out, she would be fine...

His hands were stained with blood and blood by the reins, and even the reins were stained with blood.
To be continued...