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Zisang raised his hand and hugged the person in front of him, the sweet smile just now was still in front of his eyes.

Such a quiet person actually laughed.

"I thought you were enemies, but it's not like that. She said that the monarch is looking for you."

Seeing Zisang put the woman named Nanwu on the bed, Li Juli followed in, still curious about the relationship between the two, and even more curious about Zisang's identity.

Who is she to the monarch, why is she here again.

"It's late at night, go back to sleep." Zi Sang Liao Liao pushed Juli to the outside of the house and closed the door.

"Hey, you are too unreal. Back then, it was okay to hide the identity of the young master of the Bai family from me. I only found out today. It seems that you have more than a few things to hide from me."

Juli patted on the door, but got no response, and went back to his room sullenly.

The matter of the young master of the Bai family became a strange talk in the village, and it also became a joke in Li Juli's family.

The young master of the Bai family, who is he, the heir to the head of the world's number one trading company.

Six years ago, the young master of the Bai family was lost by the banks of Qichao Bay. The wife of the Bai family, Bai Ruo, promised three generations of wealth and glory, and offered a reward to the whole world just to find her daughter.

In the spring of Jiazi year in Qing'an, there was a scholar in the village named Dashan who ran around the town to report to Zhuang Shangyao that there was a ten-year-old girl named Bai Yunmo in Liekou Village.

At that time, Bai Yunmo lived in Juli's house, and Juli even saw Bai's missing person's picture in Yaosuo, a small town, with painted outlines, depicting a white and tender little person.

How could he have thought that such a person of great background would live in his home.

Seven years later, another woman came to the family, and she called Zisang, who had lived in his house for many years, Young Master Sang.

Gong, the surname of the country, a member of the royal family.

Li Juli patted his face on the bed, still in disbelief, strange things happened frequently in his family.

It was deep in autumn and the night was cool, Zisang spread out a big animal blanket on the bed and covered Nan Wu's body, but he didn't feel sleepy at that time.

His eyes fell on the glaring scar.

How did Nan Wu become the king's man? Isn't her master Kong Tong?Oh, Kongtong should be dead, it's good for such a person to die.

The finger gently slides over the pink scar, it is an old scar, I don't know when it was.

It's just that I never thought of her as a woman before.

At that time, I didn't even know the difference between men and women. I always thought that the one with the crown was a man, and the one with a shaved hair was a woman.

Nan Wuna would also always wear a black uniform, with a dark face, holding a dagger, standing three steps away, protecting her.

His eyes fell on the long sword next to him, Zisang reached out to take it, and pushed it aside a little in the dark night, the blade was as new as silver, and the brown mark could be faintly seen in the deep blood groove.

Nan Wu's sword, soon.

For example, that year, a sword crossed Yuanxiu's neck and stabbed into Tongfu's body along the way, killing two people with one move, just two poor children.

Now Nan Wu, the hand is probably faster.

Zisang didn't go to bed, and lay on the side, with the feeling of alcohol still warm in his belly, he dozed off with his head propped up.

A dream rests on a pillow.

It seemed that he hadn't slept so calmly for a long time. This kind of comfort made Nan Wu sit up all of a sudden, and the sound of rooster crowing at dawn could be heard in his ears.

She reached for the sword, then froze.

The sword was pillowed under Zisang's arm, and on his arm was the ever more beautiful face.

It looks better again.

Even in this mountain, agriculture, forest, and rough hunter's house, he still has a dusty air, his temples are neat, his jade fingers are slender and clean.

These hands can actually hold a bow and shoot. Think about the boy Sang back then, but whenever he was afraid, Amitabha, Amitabha would murmur non-stop.

The accuracy of archery is also very good, thinking of the arrow in the daytime, Nan Wu touched his throat.

Zisang's position was a little bit off, he didn't want to shoot her, but he wanted to fly towards her skin, but she blocked it anyway.

Now he is 19 years old, his eyelashes flicker slightly when he is asleep, his lips are lightly pursed, and he is breathing.

Looking at it like this, Nan Wu let go of the long sword, straightened his clothes, took the fur quilt from the bed and lightly covered Zisang.

As soon as he touched Zisang's body, his wrist was firmly grasped, and a pair of half-dream eyes slowly woke up in front of him, staring at her vigilantly.

When I was a child, I was always fleshy, but now the warm hands are well-defined, slender and thin.

"What exactly do you want this time?" Zi Sang gently opened Nanwu's warm, tender wrist, took the quilt in his hand indifferently, moved it to the bed, and felt a little tired after sitting all night.

"I was ordered to take you back."

"Why, you always obey others?"

It was like that year, and it was like this when we meet again after years.

Nan Wu then said no more.

There is nothing to say, it is indeed like this, doing what others asked her to do.

"What if I don't go back?"

"I'll take you back."

Nan Wu picked up the sword that was originally on the table, and put it on his waist. With a calm expression, he stood quietly in front of the bed: "If you don't leave, you will be bound."

She always walks the talk, no matter what.

Zisang lay on his side on the bed, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes: "We are still so pitiful, and we are always under the control of others."

"When you are done, you are above ten million people, then, no, that's it."

Those eyes opened again, it was rare to hear such good words from Nan Wu's mouth, Zisang closed his pupils slightly, and moved to the person beside the bed: "Above ten thousand people?"

"Above ten thousand people."

Wouldn't that be the case?But so what.

Zi Sangfu closed his eyes again: "Nan Wu, I have no mother, no father-in-law, no host, no master, no harmony. No matter how big this world is, no matter how many sentient beings there are, there will be no relationship between tens of thousands of people. Come on, what have you got to do with me?"

What have you got to do with me?

Nan Wu was silent, she had never been able to speak, but felt that the words from Zisang's mouth were like a steel needle piercing through her thinly, causing endless pain.

It hurts more than being stabbed in the face.

When the knife was cut back then, she thought she was going to die, even if she died, she didn't feel too uncomfortable, anyway, she was destined to be like this.

It's just a pity that after dying like this, I will never be able to see the person who gave me a name.

She never thought that she would be able to survive, nor did she ever think that after searching all over the world for thousands of miles, she was still found.

Over the years, she has been imprinting this person's appearance in her mind and heart, thinking that after another winter and spring, her appearance may grow a little longer.

Thinking about it, the figure should be taller, thinking about it year after year, depicting it in my heart year after year, that appearance is deeply rooted in my heart.

When I saw it in the forest during the day, it opened up as if I saw the light of the sky.

Looking for her thousands of times in the dream, Yiren turned her head and remained speechless.

But I still want to take you back, this is my life, Zisang.

Nan Wu couldn't tell many of the details, and sometimes she hated herself for having a sticky tongue and being unable to speak too much.

We are swordsmen, but whenever we make a promise, it is like entrusting our fate.

I want to take you back and see you standing above thousands of people, wouldn't that be better?Rich clothes and fine food, life and death are at hand.

I will still protect you, really, this time I won't let you drift away anymore.

Zisang didn't think about going back, but Shan Mingshan came and went in secret, playing with a bow and arrow very well, and sometimes he didn't go home after walking too far, and he and Juli would barbecue meat and drink wine in the mountains.

"Miss Nanwu, come and eat." Juli is very considerate to Nanwu, he has never seen anyone from outside the mountain, and even thinks that girls from afar are as cold as Nanwu.

After all, he felt that Zisang also had this cool temperament.

Li Juli said: "It's better to be Bai Yunmo. She likes to talk and chatter. Hey, who knows what kind of young master she is. She sounds amazing."

Every time Juli spoke, Zisang and Nanwu didn't pay much attention to him, he was used to it long ago, and he still talked happily by himself.

"Some time after Bai Yunmo left, someone who claimed to be sent by the young master came to the village to look for Zisang. We said that you went to Changzhou. How did you know that Zisang came back here again?"

Li Juli tore a large piece of oily meat and handed it to Nan Wu.

"Zisang, people in the town say that Dongchi and Nanliang are at war again, but it's fierce. If the time comes to recruit troops, I will go there."

"Exactly, you've always wanted to go anyway."

Zisang threw out the animal bone in his hand, and Daxue, who was waiting under the tree, jumped out immediately, jumped up his silver body, and bit the big severed bone with one bite.

The man on the tree is holding a jug, sitting on a branch and drinking with his head facing the moon. The moon is as bright as a plate and the stars are shimmering.

"But my mother kept talking about my unmarried relationship, and said that I would go out to fight like this. What if I do..." Juli smiled, and said shyly, "Mother asked me to ask you if you want to marry me."

Nan Wu took a bite of meat into his mouth, and before he could use any force, he froze, and turned his head to look at Juli.This sturdy man is not too bad, but...

It seems a little silly.

Seeing that Nan Wu turned his head to look at her, Juli quickly waved his hands: "I am, I just asked, my mother said so every day."

Only then did Nan Wu gently bite the piece of meat just now into his mouth, and quietly warmed it to a pile of fire.

"Isn't that Ye Zi in the east of the village not married yet? You ask her to be your wife." Zisang wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, feeling a little drunk.

When I was drunk, it was easy to sleep, and suddenly I jumped down from the tree, called back the heavy snow, and put my pillow on the wolf's neck to close my eyes.

"Yezi is still waiting for that well-developed scholar to come back and marry her, so why would she want to see me?"

Juli was also full of food and drink. He lay down on his back, put his feet up, and looked up at the sky: "When I kill all directions and become a soldier leader, I will ask her if she wants me to marry."

Nan Wu was used to lying down, leaning against the tree trunk, sitting up straight with his back straight, looking at Zisang.

The silver wolf looking at her through the fire, both sides were cold.