Chapter 1541： 846 Returns (1/2)

The aunt and aunt spoke in the room for nearly an hour before Xiao Ling left.

In Dongjima, only Nangongyu was left, and the house was quiet.

Near noon, the warm sunshine was lazy, and Nangong leaned lazily against the window, her eyes were drooping, her lips were slightly frizzy, and her mood turned quickly.

Who in the end made Xiao Yan, who had always been an elm lover in his family affairs, look at him differently, and what are some signs of enlightenment? !!

There are only a handful of men who can come in contact with Xiao Yue. In the past few days, Xiao Yuan has never been out while staying in the palace. The last time he went out was Wan Qingshan's winter hunt ...

Thinking, Nangong Min thought a move, could it be, what happened in the winter hunting days, so that Xiao Min's always calm and calm heart pool appeared a little ripples?

The leaves outside the window swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound. A chubby orange cat poked his head out of the branches and leaves, the golden cat's eyes stared at Nangong Yan four eyes without blinking, and then issued a soft ”meow ”Woo” sound, seems to agree with her speculation.

The orange cat stared alertly for a while, and found that she was alone. There was no naughty dumpling beside her, she was relieved and licked her paw leisurely.

Seeing the cat's change of face, Nangong Yan could not help but lip on. She propped her elbow on the window sill, holding her chin to continue thinking, remembering what happened during the winter hunt.

To say something special happened to Xiao Yan in the days of winter hunting, probably the only thing she lost in Wan Qingshan ... After that, Xiao Yan stomped her foot, except for the last day with the little guy Except to release the ferret, he never left the camp in the middle.

Nan Gongxi still remembers Bai Hui telling her that Xiao Ye was found and brought back to the camp by Chang Huaixi and Yan Xijun that night.

Could it be that one of the two of them made Xiao Yan look differently? !!

Nangong Yan's eyes were narrowed and thoughtful.

I'm afraid it won't be Chang Huaixi ...

Previously, Xiao Yan had said to himself that Changjia was good. If it was Chang Huaixi, Xiao Yan didn't need to hesitate. He just had to speak with himself. Could it be--

Is it Yan Xijun? !!

If it is really Yan Xijun, the Yan family door is not obvious, the family style is not good, and Yan Xijun is a **** ...

Thinking, Nangong Yu was a little hesitant, raised his eyes and looked at the orange cat on the branch again, his brows frowned slightly.

”Little orange ...” She guessed right?

Nangong Yan stared at the orange cat's round face as if asking, the orange cat crooked his head and looked at her innocently, as if to say, how would it know!

Immediately, Xiao Tang curled up on the branch, licked the fluff of her neck, and continued to sleep in the sun.

Seeing that the orange hairs slept so sweetly, Nangong Yan could not help being infected with drowsiness, yawned lazily, her eyes were heavy, and unconsciously, she leaned against the window in a dull state. Go to sleep ...

Even the breeze in the yard didn't seem to bear to wake the person and a cat, the wind became more gentle ...

Compared with Nangongyu's leisure, Bixiao Hall and even Luo Yue City are too busy for the New Year.

During the busy period, life was flying fast, the blink of an eye was a few days away, and on the thirteenth of the lunar month, another batch of Southern Army troops returned from the Western Territory. This time, the leader was Han Huaijun.

When Han Huaijun was led down by bamboo to the outer study of Bixiaotang, the sun had begun to tilt westward.

Several windows in the study room were wide open, and the golden sunlight softly spilled on Xiao Yijun's beautiful face through the window.

Years are like a shuttle. It has been three years since Han Huaijun came to South Xinjiang with his clothes last time. For him, Xiao Yi ’s study looked strange and familiar, and after three years, his identity had changed dramatically. Variety.

After picking the curtain and entering the room, Han Huaijun saw Xiao Yi beckoning and beckoning to him with a smile, ”Ajun, come and sit!”

Xiao Yi's casual tone and expression were the same as in the capital of the year.

Han Huai stood stubbornly in his place, almost thinking that he was in Wangdu at the moment, almost thinking that time was turning back, and the word ”brother” blurted out subconsciously.

Many years ago, he lost to Xiao Yi and was willing to gamble to lose. Only then did Xiao Yi, who was younger than him, say a ”brother”. There was naturally a twist in his heart, not like the heartfelt consolation of Fu Yunhe and Yuan Lingbo.

But today is different ...

Now that he is serving under the Southern Army, he originally intended to honor Xiao Yi as a ”world son”, but did not expect Xiao Yi to be as good as ever. Even if he is now in power, it seems that he has not changed at all. He is still the king. That Shishizi who is not afraid of heaven.

Han Huaijun's original nervousness suddenly relaxed and smiled.

The judge died for a confidant, and it was also because of Xiao Yi that there was official language, Yao Lianghang, Fu Yunhe ... There were thousands of soldiers and soldiers in the southern Xinjiang, and even Pingyang Hou also served the Zhennan palace.

For a moment, Han Huaijun's mind was surging, thinking of the first emperor, the new emperor, the western Xinjiang ... thinking of the already deteriorating Dayu Chaotang, it was difficult to cover the water, he would never go back!

Han Huaijun settled down, with a sense of perseverance in the corner of his mouth, he strode to the circle chair by the window and sat down, just a few minutes away from Xiao Yi.

After the bamboo tea was given to the two, they retreated quietly.

After that, Han Huaijun and Xiao Yi talked about the business. Now Xijiang no longer belongs to Dayu, but has been placed under Xiye County. In the past few months, they have compiled the former Xiye Army to supplement the stationed in West. Ye Liang's forces, and Yao Lianghang stayed there to look after him. There should be no trouble over Xi Ye, so Xiao Yi ordered Han Huaijun to lead a 10,000 southern army to return from West Xinjiang.

The clear voices of the two youths echoed in the study ... until the bamboo came in after a fragrant incense, and the two of them walked out of the study. In the distance, they saw several familiar figures walking towards this side. Come.

Jiang Yixi, Han Qixia, Yuan Yuyi, and Xiao Yu, who was held in his hands by Nangong, all came to Han Huaijun and Xiao Yi.

However, in the eyes of Han Huaijun, only the next person was allowed.

Dozens of feet away, Jiang Yixi was wearing a green lotus-colored grape-lined silk cricket, the dark green silk was turned into a peony, and the red gold inlaid phoenix between the hair was shining in the light of the setting sun. Rong, she was obviously dressed up.

Han Huaijun strode to his wife in a stride, his eyes burning, the corners of his mouth could not help rising, his handsome and clear face softened a lot.

In less than a year, too much has happened!

At one time, he almost thought that he would never be able to reunite with Jiang Yixi in this life, thinking that their husband and wife would always separate the two places until they were buried ...

Han Huaijun's eyes were a little bit sour, and he had her! They could meet again thousands of miles away from Wangdu.

Jiang Yixi was a little embarrassed by the burning eyes of Han Huaijun. His fair and beautiful face was stained with a peach-like red halo, and a low voice was called: ”Ajun.”