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The carriage left the long street.
On the street, a girl wearing a cigarette pink skirt is thin and pitiful, wearing a veil to cover her face.
It is Nan Yan.
She bent down and picked up a banknote, her fingers turning white and trembling slightly.
Why can Nan Baoyi regard money as nothing and be the concubine of the Nan Mansion, yet she has to suffer in a brothel and serve those disgusting men? !
She is unwilling to give in, she is so unwilling to give in!
Just as he was about to put the banknote into his wallet, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
Before she could turn around, she received a heavy slap on the cheek!
She covered her face and fell to the ground.
Raising her head, the madam had already stuffed the banknotes she picked up into her arms.
The old bustard put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You bitch, I brought you out to buy rouge and gouache, how dare you hide your private money?! I tell you, all the money you make from now on will belong to me! Don't even think about running away or asking someone to go back to Nan's house to ask for help. , The Nan family won¡¯t care about you, a rotten child like you!¡±
Nan Yan had tears in her eyes.
She got up and held the old madam's arm flatteringly, "Mom, Yan'er doesn't dare to run away You are so kind to me, how can I be willing to run away? Look, there is a shop selling rouge and gouache in front of you, Yan'er will accompany you go in?"
"Humph, that's pretty much it!"
In addition to rouge and gouache, the shop also has some gold hairpin jewelry.
Nan Yan helped the madam step into the threshold. The shopkeeper was receiving a young couple.
The man was handsome, holding his newlywed wife's hand, and said warmly: "It's been very hard for you to have this baby. Just tell me what jewelry you like, and I'll buy it for you."
His wife, who was gentle and delicate, raised her hand to wipe his forehead, "The rice shop business is not that easy. We can't spend money lavishly."
"You are the daughter of a branch of the Nan family. I am the one who got you married. How dare I treat you badly? These dragon and phoenix bracelets are so beautiful. I will buy them back for you."
"No, you have bought me several pairs a few days ago."
"It doesn't matter if you wear them differently."
Nan Yan was fascinated by it.
The madam pinched her ears hard, "That's Boss Dong from the rice shop on West Street, and his newlywed wife who just married. They are both decent people, what are you doing with your little hooves keeping an eye on them?! Go, Go buy rouge!¡±
Nan Yan covered her sore ears.
turn out to be¡¡
That man is Boss Dong from the West Street Rice Shop.
Once upon a time, my grandmother wanted to tell her husband.
If she had agreed to marry him, would the woman he loved so much now be Nan Yan?
A trace of regret flashed across his eyes.
But it¡¯s only fleeting.
How could she, a talented girl from Jinguan City, be willing to marry a mere rice shop owner?
Even if she enters a brothel now, so what?
One day, one day, she will make a comeback!
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Back to Songheyuan, Nan Baozhu sent He Ye to pack her luggage.
The lotus leaves are as big as two heads each. "Miss, you were almost burned to death in Zhennan Temple a while ago. Haven't you learned enough? Seeing that autumn is here, don't go out again!"
"Your young lady has wind in her blood, and she will panic if she doesn't go out."
Nan Baoyi leaned against the window and played with the golden step shaker.
She looked out the window.
The autumn sun is warm, and many hibiscus flowers are blooming in the house.
Wei Jiannan is practicing his sword among the flowers, and his sword skills are sharp and fierce.
Although he is an uncle in his late forties, he is still charming when acting handsome.
After a set of sword skills was performed, many little maids stood in the verandah to watch, pointing and timidly, and there were even bold maids who shyly ran up to deliver water bottles and sweat towels.
Nan Baoyi pinched off a hibiscus flower and said, "Uncle Wei."
Wei Jiannan walked over wiping his sweat, "Miss?"
"I will set off for Jiange County the day after tomorrow. You will drive for me."
"good."
"Is Uncle Wei familiar with Jiange County?"
"The natural barrier of Shoujianmen is the pearl on the road of Shu. The Jianmen Pass in the county is even more famous as the first pass in the world. How could you not be familiar with it?" Wei Jiannan's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, "'Jiange is majestic and Cui Wei , One man is in charge, and ten thousand men are not allowed to open it', it's very domineering."
Nan Baoyi smiled and said: "As long as you are familiar with it, I don't need to hire another guide."
"Miss, are you going to Jiange?"
"yes."
There was a complex look in Wei Jiannan's eyes, but he didn't say anything on his face and continued practicing his sword with a smile.
Nan Baoyi watched him go away.
She suddenly remembered the time when she had a late night chat with him wearing a red dress.
¡ª¡ªWhen I was young, I had a childhood sweetheart who loved each other unswervingly. Less than five years after I married her, my family and country suddenly suffered. She took out the bronze mirror and broke it in half. She and I each held one half, and we agreed that even if our country is destroyed and our family is destroyed and we are separated from each other, even if our appearance grows old through life and death, we must rely on this half of the bronze mirror to find each other
A strange feeling emerged in Nan Baoyi's heart.
The thin white fingertips gently tapped the window sill.
She told the maid: "Go and get the records of the South Vietnam Kingdom."
The maid quickly brought a history book.
The South Vietnamese national chronicle that was revised two years ago, holding it in the palm, seemed to smell the fragrance of the ink.
Nan Baoyi opened.
The title page is a map.
Her eyes fell on the Jianmenguan area of ??Shudao.
The territory outside Jianmen Pass did not originally belong to South Vietnam.
? There is Weiguo, a small and wealthy country with a population of only two million.
Ten years ago, Xue Dingwei led his army to attack the Wei Kingdom, annihilated the Wei Kingdom royal family, and incorporated their territory and people into South Vietnam.
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Wei Jiannan
Is there some kind of connection between them?
Nan Baoyi closed the history book.
She looked at the bronze mirror and put the pale pink hibiscus on her temples.
This trip to Jiange made her feel uneasy.
¡°Perhaps, you have to ask the powerful minister to borrow two people.
She brought chicken soup to Chaowen Courtyard, where her second brother was practicing swordplay.
He was wearing a black outfit and flying around, with golden boots on his feet, and he was wielding a nine-foot sword that was taller than a man. The blade was sharp and breathtaking.
She stood in the corner, watching with interest.
A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Yi calmly put away his sword.
He glanced at Nan Baoyi, "What are you doing here?"
Nan Baoyi came forward with chicken soup in hand and said crisply: "Second brother's sword skills have become much better. Jiaojiao looks at it and can't help but yearn for it, his heart is full of joy, and his heart is fluttering!"
Heart fluttering
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows condescendingly, "What kind of rippling method?"
Nan Baoyi choked.
She knew that Xiao Yi was still angry about her promise to Gu Chongshan.
She changed the topic and said with a smile: "I specially asked the kitchen to make chicken soup for the second brother. The second brother can drink it while it's hot?"
Xiao Yi¡¯s face was expressionless.
His eyes fell on her temples.
Early autumn is the season when hibiscus flowers bloom.
The little girl has a pale pink hibiscus on her temples. It blooms in layers and is very charming, but it cannot suppress her beauty.
The Nine-foot Mo Dao spun around in his hand.
The sharp tip of the knife slowly picked up the hibiscus on the girl's temples. He held it up with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and sniffed, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
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