Shi Ku coughed lightly and reminded in a low voice: "Miss Four, he is the eldest grandson of Prime Minister Song and the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel! Look, the Prime Minister's wife and Minister Song are standing there."

Nan Baozhu: "…"

She kept her posture against the child's head and looked up guiltily.

Sure enough, I saw a person standing in the veranda opposite.

The man was about thirty years old and was born elegant and elegant, probably the Minister of Song.

An old lady stood beside him, who thought it was Prime Minister Song's wife, the grandmother of this child.

When the child saw that his family was coming, he hurried over and said, "Grandma, this sister bullies me! I just asked her wherever she would hit me!"

Nan Baozhu: "…"

When did she hit him?

Mrs. Song picked up her eldest grandson with heartache, comforted her for a while with a long heart, and then turned to Nan Baozhu with a sneer and said, "Which girl is you? Bullying children, where is the Boudoir training?! I must report to the emperor and punish you for your sins!"

"Mother." Mr. Song was helpless, "Rui'er must have caused trouble first."

"Shut up! Since your wife died, we Ruier has suffered so much grievances?! Now any woman can bully him. What is the face of my Prime Minister's Mansion?! Which girl is your woman? Hurry up and tell Lao Shi in detail. Lao Shi wants to come to ask for advice on how your parents teach their daughter!"

The old lady is born with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. She rolls her eyes when she speaks, without the demeanor of the Prime Minister's wife.

Nan Baozhu was speechless.

This old woman spoils her young grandchildren, and she has the nerve to say that her tutoring is not good!

She was about to argue, but Xiao Yi walked out of the warm pavilion with Nan Baoyi in his arms.

He looked indifferent: "Mrs. Song wants to come to the door for advice, so why not go to the southern palace with this prince? It just so happens that the carriage is spacious and can be seated."

Mrs. Song was stunned.

After recognizing him as Xiao Yi, she stopped immediately.

No matter how stupid he was, he could react. The little bitch who bullied her grandson was Princess Baoyi's cousin.

Of course it is not surprising that a mere Nanfu is the only one, but Princess Baoyi has entered the marriage of Prince Jing's Mansion. With Prince Jing's support, how could she dare to come to cause trouble?

Mrs. Song's face shook and she forced a smile: "A misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"Since it's a misunderstanding," Xiao Yi said, "I believe that in the future, there will be no rumors about Shengjingcheng, which will damage my fourth sister-in-law's reputation, right?"

"No, no!" Mrs. Song quickly waved her hand in fear, "Miss Nan Si is a good woman, and she sees her whole body!"

Xiao Yi pulled his thin lips.

He was too lazy to talk to this old pious woman, and turned around and walked out of the palace.

Nan Baozhu thought of his "Fourth Sister-in-law", and was strange and happy, and followed her out of the palace.

Mrs. Song watched Xiao Yi walk away and said furiously: "At a young age, she disrespects the old man so much, and she dares to use power to suppress her. Look, Prince Jing Xiao Yi, sooner or later, will fall apart!"

Mr. Song did not comment.

His eyes always stared at Nan Baozhu's distant back.

He remembered that Nan Baozhu just maintained her cousin's appearance in Chengle Palace.

I also remember how Nan Baozhu taught Ruier a lesson.

If I could marry her as a reteller...

It can not only calm down the backyard, but also teach Ruier well.

He smiled playfully and asked, "Mother, what do you think of Miss Nan Si?"

After being stunned, Mrs. Song immediately waved her hand with disdain: "The business girl is full of money and is worthy of being a concubine, but she is not worthy of my son!"

Mr. Song narrowed his eyes.

He really likes Nan Baozhu.

...

Xiao Yi's carriage slowly drove back to the southern palace.

The old lady, Jiang and others were still staying at Songheyuan for the New Year. Xiao Yi held Nan Baoyi and asked her to stay. Because the girl was drunk, he was disliked by the Nan family again.

"Jiaojiao only drinks fruit wine and rice wine on weekdays, why don't you know at all?"

"I'm so drunk that I'll have a headache when I get up tomorrow."

"Xiao Yi, can you take care of people?"

Xiao Yi: "..."

Over the years, only the Nan family dared to be picky about him.

It seemed as if he was a son-in-law.

He could only carry Nan Baoyi back to Chaowenyuan.

Glass lamps are lit in the boudoir.

Midnight passed, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in Shengjing City gradually became less and less. You can clearly hear the beeping sounds of charcoal fires burning in the cage.

Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi in the stepping bed.

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her thin white hands grabbed Xiao Yi's cuffs, not allowing him to leave, and muttered nonsense that no one could understand.

Xiao Yi sat by the couch and removed her shoes and socks: "I just drank half a cup of wine and became drunk as a virtue. Nan Jiaojiao, you are really promising."

He threw his shoes and socks on the ground, and removed his jacket and skirt for her.

Finally, the little girl was taken off only by her shirt and skirt.

When he untied her clothes and tied them up, perhaps his fingers became colder and offended her. The little girl suddenly sat up and cried and beat the bed hard: "I'll let you warm your hands and change them again. Do you want to freeze me to death, right?"

The indulgent attitude is fully exposed.

Xiao Yi rubbed his eyebrows: "Nan Jiaojiao."

Nan Baoyi wrapped her quilt tightly: "I don't love you."

"Then who do you love?"

"Chu Huainan."

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his breath gradually became cold: "Why?"

The little girl pouted: "Because there is a word 'nan' in his name."

Xiao Yi: "..."

He can also change his name to Xiao Huainan.

He warmed his hands on the smoke cage before touching her face, coaxing her in a kind voice: "Chu Huainan is not a good thing, Jiaojiao stays away from him."

"He is the prince, and the prince is very powerful."

Xiao Yi sneered lightly.

He casually untied his inner clothes and tied her up: "Those who hold military power in their hands are amazing. If you want to hug your thighs, your brother has some here, just come and hug it."

He lifted his robe and raised his feet, and his black official boots slowly stepped on the edge of the bed.

He is confident and powerful.

Nan Baoyi looked at him with a hazy eyes open.

After watching for a while, she suddenly laughed in a silly way.

This man looks so pretty!

So she opened her arms and hugged Xiao Yi's thighs seriously.

Xiao Yi: "..."

The eyebrows hopped hard.

He said in a deep voice: "Nan Baoyi, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you let me hug you?" Nan Baoyi's face pressed against Xiao Yi's knees, and he was confused, "Since I'm hugging you, that's my husband..."

Her drunken look is even more cute and silly than usual.

Xiao Yi pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, his eyes flashed across her white and shiny neck and collarbone, and his eyes were a little deeper.

He turned his gaze and did not untickle her laces.

If you continue to relieve it, Nan Jiaojiao will be in trouble tonight...

He called out, "Yu Wei, wash and change her clothes."

Tonight, the maids in Chaowenyuan were not sleeping. Yu Wei and a group of little maids were crowded in the corridor with relish and eavesdropping on the corners of the walls, with gossip on their faces.

Hearing Xiao Yi's call, Yu Wei hurriedly tidyed her hair, took the maids seriously, and stepped into the bedroom with her maids.

But I saw-

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Chapter completed!