Jiang Chengjia was amazed by his body. He was unable to move due to the wound of the yard on his back in the morning. When he went to see him at night, he could already sit in the study to correct documents. At this moment, he seemed to be unharmed. This extraordinary physical strength made her completely unable to bear it.

She could not think rationally at first, and her consciousness was a little drifting away. She groaned a few times inadvertently, but gave him even greater stimulation. She endured it at first, but in the end she couldn't scream. The crying pear blossoms were raining, and she was scared by his spirits that seemed to rub her into her bones.

But he did not stop, and the toss was in the middle of the night. The moonlight became more and more bitter, and Luoyang was shrouded in milky white, with a silvery snow. Ning Nanyou lay on the messy mattress. When his breath gradually subsided, Jiang Chengjia, who had fallen apart and limp, fell into silence and fell into silence.

He leaned against him, covered in sweat, and felt uncomfortable. So he took the scarf with his hands and feet, soaked in water, wiped Jiang Chengjia's body, cleaned up the filth, and then sorted himself out, then lay down heavily, hugged Jiang Chengjia, who was already asleep, exhaled a long breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Chengjia slept in a dark night. When she woke up, it was already dawn, and she realized something was wrong. Today, Japan should be the first to go to Mu Xunxuan where Mrs. Cao lived first. Now, it was time to wake up early in the morning. The people around her were gone. She couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that he was covered in wounds, why did he run around early in the morning?

So she hurriedly got up. As soon as she moved, she felt her lower body sore and heavy. She paused, remembered the scene last night, and smiled shyly and sweetly, slowly lifted the quilt, turned her head and saw that a set of clothes were neatly placed on the paint table, and she thought it had been prepared for her.

Jiang Chengjia took the clothes and put them on them quietly. When he got out of bed, he felt his legs sore and soft, and he couldn't stand up. At this time, the tightly sealed door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and slender figure slowly stepped into the room.

She looked up and met the man's eyes, and saw that the man's eyes were full of tenderness, and her figure was in his dark eyes. Jiang Chengjia blushed again for some reason, retracted her legs from the bed, covered her cheeks at a loss, and did not dare to look directly at him.

Ning Nanyou was now tall and tall, and his figure was clear, as if he had swept away all the injuries. He stepped towards Jiang Chengjia with steady steps, and saw her shy eyes closed and her hands covered her face, and she felt deeply worried and pity.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched his furry little head hiding inside, and whispered, "It's getting late, can't A Luo get it back?"

Jiang Mengluo opened her fingers slightly, looked at him with a pair of bright and dark eyes from the gap, and said depressedly, "Erlang is so embarrassed to say, who caused the trouble when I get up at this time?"

She muttered quietly, and asked Ning Nanyou to be happy.

He stretched out his hand, hugged her from her waist and abdomen, and used a little force, and took her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap, and then let the little one lean against his chest, and said softly, "It was my fault last night."

His breathing plunged on her cheeks, extremely hot. This made Jiang Chengjia stand up from his arms suddenly, and then rushed out of the house with a blushing face, not daring to stay in the bedroom anymore, for fear that Ning Nanyou would do something again.

A low and mellow laughter came from the house, and the lingering sound was surround the beams, like the clear springs in the mountains and the water was gentle and powerful.

Jiang Chengjia stood outside the house and exhaled in big mouthfuls, feeling her cheeks hot. Ning Nanyou walked out with her footsteps, and she was standing in the sun again, and she was blinded by the sun.

At this time, she was wearing a wide-sleeved fairy dress that he specially ordered people to prepare this morning, wearing messy but soft black hair, standing in the courtyard with a blushing face, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly confused, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks gently brushed her face with the wind, adding a bit of tenderness to the soul, and her waist was not full, with ice skin and jade bones, and a fairy-like appearance.

"It is as bright as the first time it comes out in the sun, shining on the beams of the roof; it is as bright as the moon shining on its light."

This sentence popped up in his mind, and he felt that Song Yu's words were the most appropriate to describe Jiang Chengjia.

Ning Nanyou took off the cloak that was hanging on her body, walked over to put it on her, and said warmly, "It's not summer yet, and it's still very cold when you get up in the morning. Be careful, don't catch a cold."

He tied the velvet for her, then took her soft and smooth hands for granted, and then walked towards the corridor, over the low beams of the corridor, and walked straight towards her Yuncheng Pavilion.

Finally, he stayed in front of a house she had never been to and pushed open the door.

Jiang Chengjia was in a state of confusion and was pushed into the room by him. He was wondering why he brought her here. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful woman wearing a cloak standing in front of him, observing her carefully.

She stared at her eyes and looked at the woman. When the moment she paused, the beautiful woman squatted down and saluted her respectfully, "I have met the wife of the Marquis of Huaiyin."

Jiang Chengjia nodded slightly, and respected her very much. Qianqian bent over and said with a respect, "I believe that this is Aunt Biyun. Jiang Chengjia, whose name is Mengluo, greeted her aunt here."

She was dignified and generous, polite, graceful and elegant, and had an orchid-like temperament. The beautiful woman nodded at her with admiration and said with a kind face, "Madam Hou is polite. I am just a servant next to Mrs. Cao, and I can't bear the grand ceremony of my wife. I am here to follow the wishes of the king and marquis and come to tie my hair and dress up my wife."

Jiang Chengjia was stunned and turned around and looked at Ning Nanyou who was standing behind her, full of questions.

He didn't say a word, nodded at her with a gentle expression, and turned around and left the room. The beautiful woman took a small step, grabbed her arm and brought it inside.

Ning Nanyou brought the door, Hou was in front of the house, staring at the begonia flowers that were about to bloom in the yard, and staring at the destiny.

He stood in the corridor and waited for a moment. There was about a stick of incense. The door behind him was carefully pushed open. With Biyun's support, Jiang Chengjia stepped out of the threshold from the house and walked towards him.

Ning Nanyou turned around and was shook his eyes by the woman standing in front of the carved window of the flower and wood.

The beauty has a plain skirt and brocade dress, full of horses, Emeifeng phoenix eyes, beautiful eyes flowing, and full of charm.

The moist red sun added a touch of color to the green sky, sparsely falling from the gaps in the house corridor, shining on her body. She raised a sweet smile at him in the bright and excited light.

Biyun stood behind the two of them, and took all Ning Nanyou's expressions into her eyes. She was shocked and looked at the woman beside her even more sideways. Thinking of her little master, she has never been close to women since she was a child, and she was arrogant and cold. Although rumors in the market described him so hard that she knew very well. But today, he went to ask her to come to Yuncheng Pavilion to dress up the young lady, and said that she was going to Mu Xunxuan to pay homage to the lady. Look, she was in love with this Jiang girl.

Biyun looked at Jiang Chengjia again and secretly exclaimed in her heart. Thinking of the young man in the cold and cold wind that night, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, full of righteousness, like pine and cypress, it added a bit of favor to Jiang Chengjia. The young master of the Jiang family should be quite good. If he abandoned his identity, he would be a good match for the young master.

Ning Nanyou smiled at her and said, "It's not too early. If you drive to Mu Xunxuan and get to your mother's place, it should be noon and you will have meals. What do you want to eat, Aluo?"

He took her hand and slowly headed towards the outsider.

Biyun stared at the two of them, as if shocked. Behind them, she couldn't believe that the man in front of her was the young man she had taken care of. Ning Nanyou was withdrawn and cold when she was very young because of the grudge between Miss Huai and King Huai. He spoke coldly, never smiled casually to others, and never was so gentle to others.

Jiang Chengjia followed him, and because he was not very convenient, he walked a little slower because he was wearing a wide sleeve. Ning Nanyou deliberately slowed down and waited for her. She smiled playfully, "I should ask you what Erlang said. What do mothers like to eat? I can go to the kitchen to eat with you."

Ning Nanyou listened to her words and naturally remembered the soup food she made, and felt drooling. He lowered his eyes, covered his eyes thickly, thick and slender, and the sunlight stuck to it, trembling with it. For a moment, a pair of bright eyes cast a full wing of Qi at her, "Mother likes to eat vegetarian food. If Aluo is willing, he will make some vegetarian food for us?"

Jiang Chengjia saw his expectant eyes and smiled, "It's okay, I will do whatever Erlang wants to eat."

Ning Nan was worried and happy, and suddenly felt that he had expressed his emotions too clearly, so he hurriedly covered the joy above his face, pulled the corners of his lips, and slowly hung his face. When he walked around the mansion where there were servants, he looked cold, gently let go of her hand, and accelerated his pace toward the outsider of the mansion.

Jiang Chengjia knew that he wanted to avoid the eyes of the royal palace, so he cooperated with him, pretended to be unhappy, and slowly moved out of the palace.

On the four days of the wedding, she should have gone to see Mrs. Cao with him, but she had never had a chance. On the second day of the wedding, he was criticized by Ning Zheng and suffered such a great sin. Although the injury on his body had not healed, he urgently wanted to take her to see Mrs. Cao. Although this was what his daughter-in-law should do. Jiang Chengjia knew that Cao Xiu and Ning Zheng had two completely different meanings for Ning Nanyou. Cao Xiu was his closest relatives and beloved, and the most important person in his life. Although Ning Zheng was his father, he was just a nightmare with him. He didn't want her to visit Ning Zheng with him, but he just felt it was not worth it. He didn't want to be wronged, and he was even more unwilling to go to the Huai Palace to let Ning Nankun, who had already had delusions about her, see her.

Jiang Chengjia understood everything, understood the stubbornness in his heart, and felt even more sorry for him who had been walking on the blade for many years and was walking on thin ice.
Chapter completed!