Qi Lang is a daughter
Nangong Jingnu didn't bother Qi Yan when she was drunk this time. She was too drunk and fell asleep as soon as she got on the sedan chair.
Qi Yan just carried her into the carriage and carried her back to the main hall.
Qi Yan pulled the quilt for Nangong Jingnu, looking at her red cheeks and frowning brows due to discomfort, she was fascinated.
If Xiaodie was still alive, it would be so big.
At the moment when she saw Ji Ya, Qi Yan realized something.
Why did the leader of the prairie use his own name
Back then, Agula was not as magical as Ji Ya said, on the contrary: because her mother was from the Wei Kingdom, her prestige in the clan was not high.
The only thing that can make people look at it a little higher is probably to communicate with the horse.
Ji Ya dares to describe it this way, perhaps because two-thirds of the grassland people have been killed by the Wei people, and there is no trace of Agula's deeds in the past.
If a prairie person really wants to use the support of the plough to build momentum, he might as well carry his father's name. But the other party chose the prince who disappeared at the age of eight...
There is only one reason.
That person is looking for the real Beggar Agurah in this way!
Who would do this? The answer is obvious...
After many years, in addition to her own relatives, who else will care about her
Bayin, so you're still alive...
Qi Yan returned to the side hall alone, took off her robe and sat in the bathtub, caressed the lifelike wolf king totem on her chest, and wet her eyes.
Eleven years, I would rather risk the danger than wash away this last trace, just waiting for this almost impossible thing to happen.
Bayin is still alive, Ji Ya also appeared, and the younger generation of the former grassland appeared one after another, so...
Is your sister still alive somewhere
Bayin made the matter known to the world, did his sister also hear the news
When we separated, Xiaodie was only five years old.
Qi Yan is afraid that Xiaodie will forget her brother's appearance after too long, and only this totem passed down from generation to generation by Qiyan's family can help them recognize each other.
Qi Yan rested her forehead on the lip of the bucket, and big tears dripped down and merged with the hot water in the wooden bucket, disappearing.
For eleven years, she had always hoped that Xiaodie and Bayin were still alive. It's just that this hope is too slim, so slim that Qi Yan dare not face it.
Even, when she saw how the Wei people treated the prisoners of war in the grasslands, she cruelly hoped that they were dead.
Qi Yan couldn't imagine what kind of life the two young children would face when they became prisoners of war.
When I heard that someone was uprising in the name of "Qiyan Agula", Qi Yan instinctively rejected the possibility of Bayin.
I'm just afraid that if I guess wrong, I can't bear the despair that comes after the hope is broken.
She had been in the dark for so long that she could not accept the light even when she saw it.
Qi Yan grabbed the wet cloth and covered her mouth, but the shrill cry still overflowed.
The appearance of Jiya really scared her.
She never thought that the exposure would come so quickly, she was not afraid of death, but was afraid that the road she had planned for more than ten years would be cut off.
Qi Yan still remembered that the last time she cried was on the day that Huiyuan opened the list.
That day, she deliberately cooked two bowls of her mother's best plain noodles, and after eating, she secretly told herself: Bayin and Xiaodie are dead...
She also swore that this was the last time to cry, and that the road ahead would never allow her to be weak.
But she still cried.
Qi Yan hugged her body and indented into the hot water, but she still felt very cold, a chill from her heart.
What happened at the palace banquet shocked her, and she couldn't help trembling when she recalled the scene at that time.
But no one shared this uneasiness, and no one would comfort her.
She could only shrink in the hot water, shivering and hugging herself, silently shedding tears.
Qi Yan is just a non-existent character, her name is Qiyan Agula.
She was a woman who had to wear a man's identity and couldn't take it off for nineteen years.
She would be scared, helpless, and cry.
She has never been a wizard, or even a "stupid" person.
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Qi Yan put on a set of clean clothes, and found scissors to cut the changed clothes into a mess. Put down the scissors and throw the broken clothes on the ground.
Nangong Lie's touch made Qi Yan disgusted. It's not a good thing for that snake-like man to appear by his side from time to time.
Qi Yan sat at the table for a long time, turned to look at the made bed, but got up and walked out.
Hearing the sound, Xia He came out of the ear room and called Wanfu: "Where is the concubine going?"
"I'm a little worried, Your Highness, can I trouble Sister Xia He to accompany me?"
"Yes."
Xia Hexing was beside Qi Yan and placed the lantern very low.
His Highness had instructed: The concubine can't see at night, and you don't have to be strict with etiquette when serving at night. You can hold a lamp by the side of the concubine, and if necessary, help to move forward.
A lonely moon hangs in the middle of the sky, making the surrounding stars look a little dim.
At night, the whole street of Princess Zhen Zhen's mansion was patrolled by guards, it was very quiet.
Reason told her: she should go back to the side hall, but her legs are striding again.
Qiu Ju was quite surprised when Qi Yan left and returned, "See the concubine."
Qi Yan was silent for a moment, and said in a negotiating tone: "Sister Qiu Ju, I want to stay overnight in the main hall tonight, can I accommodate you?"
Qiu Ju was a little embarrassed, and Qi Yan sighed: "Forget it, I'd better go back."
"Master Consort, please stay!"
Qiu Ju gritted her teeth: "Tomorrow, I will also ask the concubine and His Highness to report."
"It's natural, thank you Sister Qiuju."
Qiu Ju lit the red light and hung it at the entrance of the palace, only because she felt her highness's feelings for the concubine, so she dared to do so.
The maid has no right to make any decisions for the master, but to try to figure out the master's intentions and do something along the way, even if she is punished.
It's a pity that Chuntao has never been able to learn this, and will end up like this...
Thinking of her old friend Qiu Ju is a little sad, please retire.
Qi Yan blew out the light and lay down beside Nangong Jingnu.
The other party slept very deeply, breathing evenly, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of alcohol.
It was also the smell of alcohol. Nangong Lie's body made Qi Yan nauseated, but Nangong Jingnu's body made her feel at ease.
Qi Yan called softly, "Your Highness?"
There was no answer, she turned her head and looked at it for a while, then quietly moved to Nangong Jingnu's side.
This was repeated several times until the opponent was embraced in his arms.
Qi Yan sighed contentedly, feeling the temperature and breath of the other party, the panic and anxiety lingering in her heart finally found comfort...
She suddenly felt so despicable: while planning to destroy Nangong Jing's family, she used the other party to comfort her uneasy heart.
But Qi Yan was so tired that she was unable to think any longer, and closed her eyes while hugging Nangong Jingnu.
Nangong Jingnu has a special physique: she likes to drink lightly, but if she is too drunk, she will wake up very early. After waking up, go back to sleep and take care of your spirits.
As soon as Dongfang turned white, Nangong Jingnu opened her eyes.
Seeing Qi Yan who was close at hand, she blinked suspiciously. After feeling the state of the two, her heart beat faster.
She remained in this position and dared not move, and even her breathing slowed down.
He slowly turned his head and looked at it: he was still sleeping in his exclusive position, so was Qi Yan the one who "posted" it on his own initiative
Thinking of this, Nangong Jingnu had a bright smile on her face.
Her eyes swept across the eyebrows of Qi Yan's ink color, the long and dense eyelashes, and when she saw the scars on the left side of the other's face that were lighter in color, but still eye-catching, her eyes became more gentle.
Such a frail and sickly scholar, in the face of the mad Yu Huacong's calmness and bravery, I don't know how many people stronger than him.
Thinking that this scar was left to protect herself, Nangong Jingnu's heart softened, and her eyes entangled in Qi Yan's face.
Sudden! She saw a small hole in Qi Yan's earlobe, and her body froze.
This... Is this the kind of ear piercing that only women have
Nangong Jingnu's fingertips shivered: This person... can't be a woman! I have seen his body...
She stared at Qi Yan's pierced ears for fear that she was wrong, so she hesitantly pressed on Qi Yan's chest, grabbed a hand, and flattened it.
Nangong Jingnu let out a long sigh, but still had some doubts.
This grab woke Qi Yan up.
The first scene Qi Yan saw when she opened her eyes was that the expression on Nangong Jingnu's face was complicated. She pressed her hands on her chest and rubbed it
Qi Yan's heart tightened and accompanied by some unknown emotion, she called in a slightly lazy tone: "Your Highness?"
"Ah!" Nangong Jingnu called out and withdrew her hand.
"What is your Highness doing?"
Nangong Jingnu's face was flushed, but she never expected to be caught!
Qi Yan wouldn't think that he was underestimating him! ? How can she explain this!
"Your Highness?"
Nangong Jingnv hesitated for a while, then she turned her heart away and asked, "Why do you have pierced ears?"
Qi Yan's eyes sank, but she had already prepared for this reason.
"I was frail and sickly when I was a child. There is a folk saying that it would be easier to support myself if I had a cheap name. My father named me Tie Zhu, hoping that my body would stand up to the polishing. So I got better. The ancestors in the village said that it might be useful to raise me as a girl. My mother had an ear piercing for the minister and wore earrings for a few years. "
The more Qi Yan spoke, the lower she became, as if she felt that Nangong Jingnu also despised her.
Nangong Jingnv returned to Qi Yan, raised her hand and pinched her earlobe: "Bengong doesn't know that there is such a custom among the people, so don't think about it too much. It turns out that this ear piercing has such a magical effect."
Qi Yan looked at the lips that were close at hand, her breath stagnant, opened the distance between the two, and turned around.
Nangong Jingnu sat up and touched Qi Yan's back: "Are you angry?"
"No."
"Then turn around~."
Qi Yan hesitated for a moment and then turned back. Nangong Jingnv keenly captured the unnaturalness in Qi Yan's expression, and there was a hint of sweetness in her heart.
She lay back, put her hand on Qi Yan's waist, closed her eyes and said, "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."