Xiao Ba was frightened by Nan Xun's arrogance and ambition, and after a long time, he answered bluntly, "Okay, good, wait for you to get on him."
Nan Xun burst out laughing, and then he laughed, "Xiao Ba, didn't you tell me that this tyrant can't be human? I really want to fall in love with him, but he can't stand up, hahahaha..."
Xiao Bayi choked and cursed his father in his heart.
Because Nan Xun never believed its words and doubted its animal character, it once explained to Nan Xun the truth that the harem was covered in rain and dew. At that time, Nan Xun was so shocked that he could put an egg in his mouth, but she believed it and returned He boasted that a tyrant can hold a boat in his stomach.
So, just now it was played by Nan Xun!
The angry little eight didn't want to talk anymore, and Nan Xun teased him twice but didn't answer, so Nan Xun hugged the quilt to sleep on his own, and slept soundly.
Early the next morning, the masked man who was recovering in the outer hall disappeared. Cuihuan was very happy, saying that the other party was quite self-aware, and got out so early.
However, on the third night, when Nan Xun was dancing the sword in the yard, a black shadow suddenly entered over the wall, also holding a long sword in his hand, fighting with Nan Xun.
The man's swordsmanship is very good, and he can actually see a move against Nanxun, and in the end, he directly picks up Nanxun's sword. When Nanxun almost fell, he stretched out his long arm and suddenly embraced Nanxun in his arms.
Countless white locust flowers fell from the big tree next to them, the flowers rained one after another, and the fragrance lingered between the noses of the two of them. Their eyes met, their eyes were intertwined. It floated up, wrapping around and beating with the hem of the man's black robe.
The picture is so beautiful, but Nan Xun knew that the man in front of him was not just a bird.
Cuihuan, who had just made the tea, was stunned, put down the teapot with a bang, shouted, "Dengtuzi, let go of my mother-in-law!" Then he raised his fist and smashed it.
Before Cuihuan came to kill him, the man had already let go of his hand, and even swiped his hand towards Nanxun in a particularly gentlemanly manner, "You're going to be embarrassed, girl."
Nan Xun picked up the sword that had fallen on the ground and looked at him calmly, "You also know that you are abusive to me? But what's the use of talking with a bare mouth? Should you apologize to me?"
The man looked at her quietly and asked curiously, "How do you want me to apologize to you?"
Nan Xun chuckled lightly, "Just kidding, take it seriously. I said that you are really fat, is this palace where you come and go when you want? I'm not afraid of being discovered by any of the emperor's bastards and put on you. Poke a hole?"
dog leg...
The man's eyes sank, and a cold light flashed.
"I've been thinking about what you said for the past two days. I've been thinking about what you said." The man suddenly lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.
Nan Xun blinked and looked suspicious, "What did I say? Besides telling you to get out, what else did I say?"
As soon as the man heard this, the fist on his back suddenly clenched, as if trying to hold back some anger, but soon he loosened his fist again.
"You clearly said that we have a skin-to-skin relationship, and you asked me to marry you." The man lowered his head slightly and said this in a quick tone.
Nan Xun really wanted to applaud the other party's acting skills, and the corners of her mouth wanted to rise, but she still tensed.
"So, you're serious and want to marry me?" Nan Xun looked at him with a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his words, "A person who doesn't even dare to show his face, dare to say he wants to marry me?"
The man hurriedly said: "I can't show my face yet, but if you are willing to marry me, I will let you see my true face right away."
Nan Xun squinted at him and said lightly: "Then have you forgotten that I am the concubine of the harem, the emperor's woman?"
"So what? The emperor has three thousand beauties in the harem, but you are the only one I want."
His eyes are very dark and deep, and when he deliberately releases tenderness, it will give people the illusion that he is very affectionate.
Nan Xun laughed suddenly, "I said man, are you serious? You fell in love with me at first sight, and you fell in love with me? Just because I took you in for one night last time and threw you a bottle of hemostatic, you are right. I'm moved? In this case, your heart is too easy to move, I can't believe such a casual man. "
Saying that, she threw the sword in her hand.
With a loud bang, the sword fell into the scabbard beside it.
Nan Xun waved his hand and left without looking back, "Go back, if you are discovered by the patrolling guards again this time, I will not take you in again."
With a bang, Nan Xun closed the door and blocked the masked man's affectionate gaze from the door.
The mask man didn't explain much, but the next night, he came again.
The tall and straight man stood under the locust tree, quietly looking at the sword-dancing woman without speaking.
The snow-white locust blossoms gently landed on his shoulders and then fell slowly along the arc, leaving only a few pieces that were reluctant to leave. The petals fell rustling, accumulating more and more on his shoulders, until finally, He was also stained with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.
After Nan Xun finished his swordsmanship dance, he frowned and looked at him, "What are you doing here? Is it because you are so talented that you can come and go freely in this palace, or do you want to die in a hurry?"
The thin lips under the man's mask pursed slightly, he was silent for a moment, then whispered: "I just suddenly remembered that I forgot to tell you my name."
Nan Xun looked at him with a neurotic look, "You don't have to make a trip to tell me your name, because I'm not interested in knowing."
"But I want to tell you." The man said, "My name is... Yan Han."
Nan Xun gave him a white look, "Oh, I see, you can get out of here."
The man wearing a silver mask calling himself Yan Han didn't get out of the way after hearing this. He just stared at Nan Xun for a long time. When Nan Xun's figure was hidden behind the door, he turned around and flew into the night. .
Nan Xun, who had just closed the door and peeked out through the crack of the door, felt that the tyrant's acting skills were so amazing that she couldn't see her, and he wanted to show a reluctant and affectionate look outside the door.
"Niangniang, why don't you just drive him away and tell him so much?" Cuihuan asked in confusion.
Nan Xun took a sip of the tea on the table and said, "I think this kid is quite to my taste, so I'm testing him, if he can really give me a sincere—"
After a short pause, Nan Xun squinted and smiled, "I don't mind wearing a cuckold for that tyrant."
After hearing this, Cuihuan stared at the copper bell, her jaw almost dropped.
"Niangniang, you, do you want to wear a cuckold for the emperor?" Cuihuan stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.