Nan Baoyi lowered her head and saw her appearance, and immediately understood what he meant.

She gritted her teeth.

She has all been born into children, and Yuchi Qinghuan even sent her to someone else's bed. It's such a mess!

She said with a crisp voice: "You want to take me back to Jiangbei? But I am a hostage, and there are so many eyes in the mansion, how can I get out?"

Yuchi Beichen's hands were hanging on his side of his legs, and because he was holding them too tightly, his knuckles were faintly white.

He said in a deep voice: "He controlled the military power of Jiangnan, but failed to control the hearts of the people. I grew up in this mansion since I was a child. Although I was only a concubine, it does not mean that I have no confidant. He wants to fight Jiangbei to the death. Let's escape from the mansion while he was in chaos on the night before."

Nan Baoyi's Danfeng's eyes are bright.

She said softly: "We?"

Yuchi Beichen bit his lip.

He lowered his head and his voice trembled: "I, I don't like the sister Baoyi just now. She is undecent and has lost her dignity. That's not what sister Baoyi should look like...

"I hate him to despise you, hate him to kill my father, hate him to massacre the noble families at will! I am willing to defect to Xiao Daoyan, I am the last little blood of the Yuchi family. As long as Xiao Daoyan kills Yuchi Qinghuan, I can help him conquer the hearts of Jiangnan!"

At the end of the conversation, he was determined.

It seemed as if he had completely let go of his infatuation with a girl and also took on the burden that a young master should bear.

The lights are gentle.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were slightly red, and she looked moved: "I don't have many friends in my life. Yuchi, you are my friend who I hope to be able to interact with each other and help each other until I'm old."

Yuchi lowered his head and smiled gently.

But tears rolled down at my feet and disappeared into the shadow of the ground like a covered water.

...

The next morning.

Nan Baoyi returned to the small yard to the east.

This is the worst courtyard in Yuchi Mansion. Not only are weeds grown, but even the paint on the veranda faded and peeled off, and there is no maid to serve him.

Nan Baoyi quickly walked back to the bedroom and anxiously checked Ah Chou.

Yuchi Qinghuan wanted to take A Chou as a hostage, so she didn't mean to be hungry. The wet nurse had just come to feed her breasts, and the little guy was sleeping soundly in the cradle.

She breathed a sigh of relief and saw that there was a dinner on the table that she didn't have time to eat yesterday. She was about to soak it in hot water and just take a few bites when she suddenly heard the sound of a singing next door.

The delicate little mountain eyebrows couldn't help but lock them up.

She put down the cold and hard steamed buns and walked out of the corridor curiously.

The door of the hall next door is open.

The young man from the Shen family, who was once the best in Chang'an, got a set of green costumes with symmetrical patterns of women's flower cloaks from somewhere. His fingers were painted with bright red cherry, his long hair reached his knees, and his clear face was outlined with gorgeous makeup, singing operas like a sleepwalking.

He stared into the void and sang as he saw something, suddenly showing a look of yearning, shook his sleeves, and reached out to touch it in a daze.

However, that thing is like the moon in the water and the smoke across the river. He tried his best to catch it, but in the end he was in vain and could not catch anything...

His singing style became more and more sad:

"Is it because my steps are so beautiful that my skirt is so beautiful that I am dragging my skirt, and Is it because my wind blows the iron eaves, and Is it because my bell rings in the night in the palace of the Brahma Palace? I am so immersed in the east of the wall, but it turns out that the people in the west wing are timber-tung...

"He doesn't act as a cavalry, swords and guns, and he doesn't like the sky, and he doesn't show off his will to make things happen, but he's like his children whispering in the small window...

"He thought about it, but hated it, and he was not poor, and he only lost his male and female. He had not finished his song, and I had already understood it, and it was clear that it was the flying swallows in the east and west..."

"The West Chamber".

Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows.

When he was in Jinguan City in the past, it was one of the most popular dramas in Yulouchun. Boss Han liked to listen to this and sang it on stage himself.

At that time, Chen Yichao despised Boss Han's background in all kinds of religions and his songs were all vulgar things that were not up to the table, but he was noble and noble.

But today, he was willing to give up the airs of a famous young man, put on a costume and dressed in a green shirt, and sang the songs he looked down upon in the past.

The beauty in his eyes was shimmering. He raised his sleeves to cover half of his handsome face. His posture was as affectionate as a boy, as if he had seen the romantic and romantic appearance of Boss Han in the past.

Nan Baoyi couldn't understand the feeling in her heart for a moment.

She said, "Chen Yichao, what's the use of doing this? If you can't get back, you can't get back whether you are Boss Han or your former status in Chang'an."

Chen Yichao seemed to have not heard her.

He pinched the orchid finger and stared at the void, as if muttering to himself: "When I went to Jinguan City in the past, I always disliked her from the ninth grade, but I didn't know that my own virtue was not even as good as the ninth grade...

"If I could go back to that time, I wouldn't mock her for being ignorant of her literature, and I wouldn't belittle her vulgar and lowly...

"She loves to listen to music, and I sing it to her. She wants to read, and I teach her carefully. I can also bring her to my parents like my brother, and bravely tell everyone that Han Yanliang is the girl I Chen Yichao wants to marry..."

The phrase "The Ming media married her" made the eight-foot man cry suddenly.

He cried and laughed like crazy: "Auntie, you have harmed your miserable nephew! What kind of family concepts, noble and lowly, what do I learn to do? What do I learn to do?!"

"You said that as long as you look back, there will be a way out, but I have no way out, no way out!"

He waved his sleeves with red eyes, and all the ornaments in the hall were pushed to the ground by him.

The ground is full of mess.

Nan Baoyi held his breath and focused and took a few steps back.

She didn't dare to provoke Shen Gongchao in this state, so she pursed her lips and finally turned around and ran away.

However, for two consecutive days, the howlings of ghosts and wolves came from the next door.

"Auntie hurt me!"

"There is no way out..."

"Smoke, smoke!"

The heart-wrenching sounds are sharp and shrill from day to night.

Nan Baoyi couldn't eat well, and she couldn't sleep well. A Chou, who didn't like to cry, was also quarreled by Chen Yichao and cried all day long. His fat little face was so thin that he saw that he had lost weight.

Nan Baoyi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

At dusk the day before the war, she stepped into the next door with two dark circles.

The house is full of chaos.

Chen Yichao sat on the ground with his hair disheveled, his costume was dirty, his white sleeves were dyed brown by wine stains, and the oil on his face was mottled by tears, looking sad and desolate.

He played with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, drooping his eyelashes, and smiling: "There is no way out... I have no way out... The noble young man from Chang'an, once famous, has now become a waste. Everyone will look down on me, and Yanyan will look down on me... She has always looked down on me..."

Nan Baoyi's head hurts.

It's been two days since this guy was talking, and he just kept repeating these few words, which made her ears calluse!
Chapter completed!