Song Yang took half of the jade seal, knelt on the ground and saluted Jiang Chengjia and Ning Nanyou with a serious expression, and said with a serious expression: "I will live up to the expectations of the lord and the daughter, and bring the owner of the other half of the seal back!"

He was about to get up, and Ning Nanyou added: "You must come back within ten days. If you cannot get back within ten days, you will be considered as a mission failure."

Song Yang was half-kneeling and half-up, and was a little stunned when he heard this, with a hint of hesitation on his face, but it only flashed in an instant. He nodded and responded.

Afterwards, Qianshan personally sent Song Yang out of Hongfeng Village. Ji Xianzhi prepared a strong and fast horse for him and made several instructions. He watched the one-eyed boy gallop away and gradually disappeared in the dust.

The four people in the village began a ten-day wait.

"How about this boy?" Jiang Chengjia and Ning Nanyou returned to the wing room, leaning against each other on the cushion, chatting leisurely.

"The foundation is good, and the observation ability is also excellent. If you go to Guangzhou this time and use him to explore the evidence of Song Zong's trafficking, it is indeed an excellent choice." Ning Nanyou said slowly, hugging her waist and holding her in his arms, with a deep voice.

"But...I have something to worry about." Jiang Chengjia paused, his face hesitant.

"What?" Ning Nanyou's eyes stagnated.

"He is indeed a good at detecting information, but he is too young after all. I... hope you can lay out some people around him... If he is in danger, he can save him in time." Jiang Chengjia said softly.

"Naturally. Since it is the person around you, I will guarantee his safety." Ning Nanyou said gently.

This sentence fell into Jiang Chengjia's ears and turned into a warm wind. She raised the corners of her lips and murmured "Oh".

The young man put his hand on her waist, and used a little force, hugged her to his lap, and said with a smile: "I heard Qianshan say... do you like Haitang very much?"

The little girl was stunned and said, "When did she tell you?"

Ning Nanyou whispered in her ear: "When you fell asleep in a ox cart yesterday, I asked you specifically. What do you like, she said, "You love begonia very much. You even asked her to find some seeds and want to plant them in the courtyard?"

Jiang Chengjia nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice and said, "In spring and summer... the appearance of a crabapple flower blooming... is extremely beautiful."

"But... Linhe is very hot. Although it is autumn now, it is not like Luoyang. It is warm all year round, rainy and humid... I'm afraid it's not suitable for the growth of begonia." Ning Nanyou said with a light brow locked, "I also like begonia very much, but... I'm afraid that Linhe will be difficult to plant, so I never asked Uncle Ji to buy its seeds."

"But... I remember there is a sea of ​​crabapple flowers outside the Linhe Inn..." Jiang Chengjia didn't know that the weather here is not a matter of planting crabapple, but she always remembers that the crabapple flowers outside the Inn were very beautiful, and she thought about the crabapple garden that Fu Yang and her carefully planted and created in the temple.

Ning Nanyou was stunned. He had never noticed that there were crabapple flowers outside Linhe Inn. He just looked at the little girl in his arms, and he immediately became soft-hearted.

"A Luo... Why do you like begonia so much?" He became curious. Jiang Chengjia had never asked him for anything. He had never seen her eyes shining when she mentioned begonia flowers today.

"Because of this." The little girl raised her hand and revealed the bracelet with crabapple flowers hidden in her sleeves. "Since you gave me this bracelet... Since then, I miss you, and those who can't see you, and I have been running around with my brother all day long... I don't miss you. So... from the age of twelve or thirteen, I have to plant a piece of crabapple flowers every time I go to a place. But... I have also been to deserts, swamps, and wet places like Linhe. Although I don't plant it successfully every time, with these crabapple seeds, I always have hope, looking forward to the day when the crabapple flowers bloom... you can appear in front of me."

Her eyes stared at the crabapple bracelet on her wrist, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

Ning Nanyou could see that her eyes were filled with joy for the bracelet. When he heard these words, he was moved. In the past, he could never have expected that there was someone in this world who missed him so much. This thought had been hidden for more than ten years. Today, when you see people with something, you still remained happy before.

So, the corners of the young man's lips gradually rose with her smile.

"If you like it so much, I will ask Uncle Ji to buy the seeds of the crabapple and try to plant one with you. Maybe... can be planted." Ning Nanyou coaxed softly.

"What you said is the truth?" She lit up her eyes, lay on him, holding the young man's clothes tightly with both hands, and said thrillingly.

"Yes." Ning Nanyou nodded and responded.

"Okay! Then that's the matter!" Jiang Chengjia laughed and said, "Uncle Ji bought the seeds and we both planted them together!"

Ning Nanyou hugged her and nodded repeatedly, smiling, with a doting look in his eyes.

"You marry me... either by a knife wound... or by a cold wind. You must be depressed in that small courtyard every day. You will definitely be depressed. Taking advantage of the days when Song Yang went to Guangzhou, why not... I will take you to the border town to see the scenery and take you to the village for a few days?"

The young man gently held her up, then quietly turned her around, hugged her from behind, put his hands on the little girl's waist, and his slender fingers deliberately or unintentionally rubbed the little fat squeezed out of her stomach because of sitting, and grinded in her ears.

His lips always rubbed against her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, causing Jiang Chengjia to tremble. After a moment, he turned red and felt that his body became hot.

"This is of course good... but... you don't need to touch your feet now." Jiang Chengjia shrank his head, always feeling that his hands were not very honest, and he had already wandered around her in a short while.

She smiled and wanted to break free, but was locked in her arms by him again in a few seconds. She sat on his thighs and leaned back slightly, and suddenly felt a burst of heat hitting her waist.

Jiang Chengjia was immediately scared and said, "Why go out now! I have never been to the red maple forest yet..."

Ning Nanyou smiled faintly, deliberately suppressed his voice and said in her ear: "Madam...what should I have a full meal for my husband first?"

Jiang Chengjia struggled in a hurry, his face flushed. After a moment, he laughed and let go of the little girl in his arms who was panicked by his teasing, and watched her rush out from the cushion of the bedroom like an arrow.

Ning Nanyou likes her more and more these days, and she wants more. Even though he acts gentle, Jiang Chengjia also feels terrible. If this man wants it, it will never end, and her old waist can't hold on.

So Jiang Chengjia thought: If you can escape this matter, you must not treat yourself badly.

The little girl ran outside the house and disappeared. After a moment, Ning Nanyou saw her carefully leaning on the door frame and jutting into the house.

"Don't you accompany me to visit the Red Maple Garden?" She blinked and looked at the young man sitting on the cushion very casually, her eyes showing a hint of vigilance and a hint of expectation.

"Hahahaha..." The young man's deep but powerful laughter came out from the room.

The servants in their yard are all old men who are used to being in Hongfeng Village. Ning Nanyou has been here several times before, but he has never seen their lord laugh. The lords used to be serious and serious. Now they can also laugh like this from the bottom of their hearts. This makes these servants and servants stop their hands and look at the master's bedroom.

Jiang Chengjia blushed, stood in front of the door, spat, "If you don't accompany me, don't accompany me, why would you laugh at me?"

"Parent with me!" Ning Nanyou opened his voice, his long eyebrows slightly raised, and his bright eyes were filled with joy.

He got up, put on the outer robe that was placed on the low-coat screen, then took Jiang Chengjia's coat, stepped out of the door frame, and carefully tied it for her, and inspired to warmly: "It's okay to see the scenery, but be careful to keep warm."

She was buried in his clothes by him, stretched out her little head for a long time, and sighed, "It's not the autumn in Luoyang, so why are you so careful?"

Ning Nanyou gently scraped the tip of her nose, then grabbed the soft and slender hand and walked towards the corridor leading to the outer courtyard.

"Even if the weather is not very cold, you should pay attention. When the injuries on your body are healed... I will naturally ignore you." Ning Nanyou raised his chin and said this, his tone without doubt.

Jiang Chengjia bent the corners of his lips, quietly cheered, and followed his steps and walked out.

The couple slowly walked outside the courtyard and walked from a narrow corridor to the red maple forest surrounding it.

The yard is made of mahogany, and from a distance it looks a little cinnabar, which is even more obvious in a bright red maple forest. Jiang Chengjia held Ning Nanyou's big hand and walked backwards, sighing as he walked, "The yard of the Red Maple Village is really exquisite... The red wood of the building is extremely rare, right? Zhaoyuan... Can you tell me... the story of this yard in the past? Is it related to my mother?"

Ning Nanyou held her and saw her walking backwards, so he couldn't help but slow down, for fear that she would fall.

"When my mother was young, I lived here with an old friend for a while... There was no red maple tree outside the yard. This yard was just an ordinary yard. The built and built were not the same mahogany as it is today." He told the story of the older generation in a beautiful voice, "The old friend of my mother...their memories of this past are the jewelry in her heart, extremely precious. The old friend... also put every word of my mother in my heart..."
Chapter completed!