Full of tenderness, sweetness and fragrance.

The girl's moaning sound was like a handful of ice and snow, melting the desire aroused by the strong green apricot wine.

This sense of reality has never appeared in the dream.

Nan Chengyi narrowed his eyes and suddenly sobered up most of the time.

I realized very clearly that this is not a dream.

She glanced guiltily at the girl who was forced to be pressed by him on the woven mat of green bamboo. Her pretty face was red, and there was a shiny light in her eyes, which looked like she was bullied.

The boy's heart was as if he was gnawed by millions of ants. The desire that he could not think about day and night urged him to possess her.

But……

There is no way to continue.

She already has a fiancé.

If he takes away her innocence, she will be disliked by her husband when she gets married in the future?

He doesn't want to be a villain.

Unspeakable loss filled my heart.

Nan Chengyi closed his eyes and pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground without awakening.

Xiao Qingyang sat up with a red robe and blushed face.

She stared at the young man who seemed to be intoxicated and gently bit her lower lip.

"lecher……"

She whispered.

But there was no anger in Danfeng's eyes.

There are several green mountains, and a golden crow is falling from the heights of the mountains.

The official road winds.

The young and young girls rode together and walked leisurely towards the setting sun.

The girl was robeing in red, lifting her horse whip and pointing to the front: "Crossing these mountains is the boundary of southern Xinjiang. I heard that there was a severe drought there and many refugees were displaced. Nan Chengyi, would we go there to be a chivalrous and righteous?"

The young man was carrying a sword, and a wine gourd was hanging around his waist.

He glanced at the girl's white, tender and cold side face and said lazily: "Whatever."

"You are so annoying."

"I obviously indulged you, why did you get angry again?" Nan Chengyi was unhappy. "After that, why don't you wear the red bean and golden hairpin I gave you?"

"dislike!"

"I don't like the pearl you gave me either. I plan to use it as a wine to drink."

"You dare!"

On the official road, horse hooves raised rolling dust.

The girl rode her horse and went to chase and beat the boy irritably.

Golden Crow fell west.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

...

The middle of winter is bitter and cold, and the night is full of darkness.

There are thousands of lamps in the nine palaces, and the lights in the corridor are like dragons, winding towards Yikun Palace.

Sleeping hall.

Shen Jiang was wearing a snow-white middle-dress, sitting upright in front of the makeup mirror table, slowly removing the earrings.

The face in the diamond-flowered bronze mirror is cool and dignified.

She raised her hand to stroke the end of her eyes.

Qingyang's stubbornness in his eyes was exactly the same as when she was young...

The female official came in and knelt respectfully, her voice trembled slightly: "Report to the Empress, news came from outside the palace that Emperor Qingyang and Nan Chengyi were buried together in the sea of ​​fire in Wanguo Temple."

Shen Jiang had no expression on her face.

The tail finger, wearing a dark golden armor set, shook uncontrollably.

After a long time, she said "yes".

She lowered her eyes and took off the six golden armor sets that were long onions.

Yubai's hand gently stroked the brocade box on the makeup mirror table, and she gently lifted it. The brocade box was covered with dark red gooseberry and a sharp and precious sword, lying quietly inside.

The female official whispered: "The Empress is going to give the wedding gift to Emperor Qingyang, so I'm afraid I won't be able to give it. The Empress clearly cares about Emperor Qing, but why are you--"

Receiving the cold eyes in the bronze mirror, the female official lowered her head tremblingly: "I'm talking too much."

Shen Jiang closed the brocade box.

After a long silence, she said, "Send this brocade box to her grave."

"Here."

Shen Jiang stood up and stepped out of the bedroom barefoot.

She stood under the eaves of the palace and looked up at the sky.

The full moon is like a wheel.

The cold wind blew her wide sleeves and mid skirt so that she could bulge her beautiful Danfeng's eyes showed a little confusion.

She closed her eyes.

The slender eyelashes tremble slightly in the cold wind.

When I opened it again, my dark pupils were bottomless and I had no feelings.

She whispered: "I am right. I have been drinking ice for twenty years. I want him to taste the taste of life worse than death. I want to subvert his dynasty!"

...

When I got up in the morning, Nan Baoyi saw the mansion covered with white silk.

The white lanterns swayed in the cold wind, and a sad cry came faintly from the other side of the second room.

She rubbed her eyes that were black and blue.

Yu Wei came out with her cloak in her arms and said softly: "You haven't slept all night and you have to rush to Guangen Temple to participate in the interrogation today. It's really hard."

She carefully tied a cloak for Nan Bao's clothes.

The light is subtle.

The girl wore a black embroidered dragon head and fish pattern official robe, leather-wearing military boots, and her tall figure made her look particularly tall and slender. The black ribbon tied her high ponytail, and a white silk flower tied to her ponytail reduced her sense of solemnity.

She put her cloak together and ordered, "You go to Prince Yong's Mansion and bring Aruo to our mansion. You come and take care of him personally. The second brother is imprisoned and he stays alone in the Prince's Mansion. If the wet nurse is lazy and slick, she will suffer more in the winter."

Yu Wei nodded: "I have recorded it."

The cold wind blew down several plum blossoms on the branches.

Through the high wall, Nan Baoyi faintly heard the cry of his second aunt.

The most painful thing in the world is probably the white-haired man who gives birth to a black-haired man?

She held back her tears and resolutely embarked on the way to Guangen Temple.

Guangen Temple is located in the southwest corner of the imperial city and is called a temple. It is actually a dark tower, specially used to detain repealed criminals of the court.

On the right side of Guangen Temple is next to the Jinwu Guard Office, and on the left side is next to the Colosseum.

There are many gambling houses nearby, and most of the people living in the houses are destiny who are from all walks of life and lick blood on the tip of a knife.

Nan Baoyi turned over and dismounted and handed the reins to the servant.

She looked at the plaque with golden characters on the black background. The three regular scripts of "Guangen Temple" are like iron paintings and silver hooks, which are particularly serious and dignified.

She took a deep breath and stepped in.

In the court, a young man in white clothes was sitting upright.

Shen Yichao flipped through the file and heard footsteps. He looked up and saw that it was her. He said lightly: "My father is ill today. I will interrogate Xiao Daoyan on his behalf. Before Master Wei and Shangshu Ling arrived, you should sit down first."

Nan Baoyi had a expressionless face: "Where is he?"

Shen Yichao lowered his eyes and continued to look through the file: "I will see you later. What are you anxious about? Today, the four parties interrogated him. If three parties sentence him to death, it would be the death penalty. If there are only two parties, then you can be leniently dealt with-"

Nan Baoyi grabbed his collar.

She didn't sleep all night, and her eyes were covered with red bloodshot.

She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Think about how he treated you when he was in Jinguan City!"
To be continued...