Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 58
The speed of the chariot was very fast, and it took a quarter of an hour to travel from Yaowang Valley to Marquis Wuwen Mansion.

Therefore, when Jiang Louyue arrived at the door of the house, the morning light was still faint, and there were few pedestrians on the official road at the door of the house.

"I'm here, thank you brother."

Jiang Louyue jumped out of the car and politely said goodbye to Di Jiuchen.

Emperor Jiuchen wanted to explain a few more words to Jiang Louyue, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a sneaky figure in the dark alley next to Marquis Wuwen's mansion.

Jiang Louyue also noticed it, frowned slightly, and said, "This man, with a bookish air, looks familiar."

Di Jiuchen narrowed his black eyes and said solemnly, "I've seen him before. He is the son of Viscount Nangong's family. I once followed my master to get his mother's pulse."

"The son of Nangong Viscount's family?" Jiang Louyue thought for a while, and then suddenly realized, "It's the famous Nangong Beiche, who specializes in writing small stories."

Arranged in the order of prince, duke, marquis, earl, and viscount, the title of the Nangong family belongs to the last class, and there are many declining nobles like Nangong Beiche in the imperial capital.

Even if they were born in the direct line, they were not qualified to practice martial arts. They could only study literature, reciting poems and writing lyrics all day long, or playing chess and piano. Most of the literati and poker in the imperial capital were born from declining nobles.

And the reason why Nangong Beiche is famous is because he is good at compiling stories, and most of them are related to male and female sex, such as goblins, beautiful ghosts, talents and beautiful women, and life and death promises. In his writings, there have been countless hilarious stories. love story.

This kind of text, published in small storybooks and packed in volumes, is extremely popular in the market, and is especially loved by girls and young ladies who are hidden in deep boudoirs.

However, the name of Nangong Beiche, among men, is not so good.

Ninety-nine percent of the orthodox literati poets spurned him, looked down on him, regarded him as a scum among literati, and despised him deeply.

In fact, in a previous life, Jiang Louyue had also secretly bought Nangong Beiche's small story book, and he read it with great interest.

"Young Master Nangong, what are you doing hiding in the dark alley in front of my house? If you have something to say, go to the manor and say it."

Jiang Louyue had no disgust towards this man, and her tone was still polite.

When Nangong Beiche heard someone talking behind him, he was startled, and when he turned his head, his face was white, as if he had been stung, and even he was hesitant to speak: "Seven... Miss Seven... "

"You know me?" Jiang Louyue was a little surprised. Whether it was in her past life or this life, she had never met Nangong Beiche.

"Well..." Nangong Bei Che lowered his head slightly, with a bit of embarrassment in his voice, and said, "I heard Ziyou mention you before, and I have seen you from a distance."

Ziyou?

Jiang Louyue's heart skipped a beat, and she asked in surprise, "You know my third sister?"

"Yeah, I know." Nangong Beiche raised his head, his eyes were not big, he was still the kind of clean and beautiful single eyelid, but he looked very comfortable. His appearance was rather handsome, similar to that of Di Jiuchen The aggressive, aggressive looks are completely different.

"Young Master Nangong is here to find my third sister." Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of clarity, and said, "However, my third sister is not feeling well now and needs to rest for a few months, which is not very convenient. See you."

The fact that the third sister is pregnant is still hidden in the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion, and it cannot be revealed to outsiders.

"Ziyou is sick? Does it matter? She has to rest for several months, is it serious?"

Nangong Beiche immediately became excited, his eyes were full of worry, and his questioning tone was full of concern.

Jiang Louyue was slightly stunned and said, "Young Master Nangong, you..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Nangong Beiche realized his gaffe, his ears were a little red, his eyes were slightly embarrassed, he lowered his head and dared not look into Jiang Louyue's eyes, "I just...just..."

Jiang Louyue couldn't help but feel suspicious. She looked at Nangong Beiche more, and said tentatively, "My third sister, she's okay, but she's a little uncomfortable in her stomach, and she's born..."

"Belly? In the belly?" Nangong Bei Che raised his head suddenly, his face was white, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Ziyou was born in the belly... What was born?"

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes squinted slightly, and she already had a scruple in her heart.

"It's nothing, take a few medicines, and it will be resolved." Jiang Louyue deliberately lengthened her tone, appearing to be a little careless.

"No! I can't eat it!" Nangong Bei Che raised his tone immediately, like a fried cat, "How can you give Ziyou something like that!"

"Ah? What kind of thing?" Jiang Louyue gave me an expression that I didn't know anything about, "I'm sick and I don't take medicine, how can I get better?"

Nangong Bei Che was in a hurry, staring at Jiang Louyue with a look of condemnation, and said, "How can you mutilate little lives?!"

"What kind of little life? My third sister was born with a ruffian, and a ruffian has life. This is the first time I have heard of it." Jiang Louyue's lips curved into a meaningful arc.

Nangong Bei Che stiffened immediately, like a wooden stake, standing there with his mouth half-open: "Bitch... ruffian?"

"Well, yes." Jiang Louyue nodded solemnly and said, "Otherwise, what do you think it is, son? Child?"

Nangong Beiche lowered his head guiltily, his body trembling slightly.

Jiang Louyue saw it almost, and closed it when he saw it. After changing his playful tone, he said solemnly, "Young Master Nangong, Ming people don't speak secretly, when are you coming to the Marquis Wuwen's mansion to propose marriage?"

"I..." When Nangong Bei Che raised his head, there was a faint twilight on his extremely clean little eyes, "Seventh Miss, don't play with me, just give it to me. Let’s be sure, Ziyou is she really…”

It's hard to say the following words, but Nangong Beiche still held back his shyness, stretched out a hand, put it on his stomach, and gestured.

The smile on Jiang Louyue's lips disappeared, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, "You are the father of the child, right?"

"Really?" A look of surprise crossed Nangong Beiche's face, "Great, great, my Nangong family has a future."

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy, Young Master Nangong, when are you going to marry my third sister? My third sister won't be able to hide it for long." Jiang Louyue's expression became serious.

Nangong Bei Che nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Miss Qi, go home and prepare. Before noon, you will definitely send a matchmaker to the door to propose marriage!"

After speaking, Nangong Beiche clasped his fists with both hands and bowed to Jiang Louyue.

Seeing that Nangong Bei Che was gone, Jiang Louyue's lips curled into a small smile.

Father attaches great importance to the third sister. If he can be kind, it will undoubtedly be the best result.

(End of this chapter)