Raise a wolf cub to be a minister

219 Chapter 219, that person is Gu Xiuran, right?

"I always feel like I've lived again, or maybe I had a dream. In the dream, you were framed and died on the battlefield. After hearing the news, my mother fell ill immediately, and then I was killed by someone who looked very good all day long. Sister is so angry, dad, can you imagine how desperate I am? I tried my best to kill the enemy, but I was ambushed. enemy."

After Nan Jin finished speaking, she was silent for a long time before she uttered such a sentence, which sounded like a nightmare, but Nan Jin's sad and vicissitudes eyes told Nan Ling that this was not a nightmare.When he thought of his death, Ah Yue's death again, and Nan Jin fighting alone, bloody battle for revenge, he felt his heart was tightly clenched by one hand, suffocating pain.

Nan Jin's words were not very clear, but they were very clear. Nan Jin didn't say very clearly because some things were taboo and she couldn't say them, but she also said them very clearly, at least she said everything that happened , but some words are blurred.

For example, her mother's good sister who was mad at her to death.

She didn't know if her father could trust her, but after her father found out, he would always do something. Her father was not a reckless man, otherwise she had been bullied these two times, and Zhao Qianhe wouldn't have suffered such a big loss.

Nan Ling sat there for a long time, as if he had aged several years all of a sudden.

After a while, Nan Ling got up and pulled Nan Jin's arm to help her up, then hugged her tightly in his arms.

With so many knives, how painful his daughter must be.

Nan Jin didn't speak, and hugged Nan Ling tightly with her backhand.

"Did you feel this way after waking up after falling off your horse in the Imperial College?" After a while, Nan Ling said in a hoarse voice.

"En." Nan Jin responded lightly.

This soft answer made Nan Ling confirm everything, he let go of him, stared at her, "How old were you in that year in the dream?"

Nan Ling regarded it as a dream, but his eyes told Nan Jin that he believed it.

"eighteen."

"Are you married?"

"No."

These words made Nanling frowned slightly, seeming to be dissatisfied, "My daughter is so good, are all the men in the capital blind?"

These words dissipated the heavy atmosphere, and Nan Jin couldn't help laughing out loud, "I don't want them."

"It's more or less the same." Nan Ling was reluctantly satisfied, and then lovingly stroked Nan Jin's hair, "I should have told Dad earlier, isn't it hard to be alone?"

"Yes." Nan Jin admitted, "But I have also grown up, always being protected by my father, and I feel like I can't do many things."

"It's because dad didn't give you enough sense of security and trust."

"No, Dad is doing well, but this dream is too unimaginable, I don't know how to say it." Nan Jin followed Nan Ling's words and decided it was a dream, and some strange words should not be spoken nonsense.

"It doesn't matter anymore, just say it now."

"Ah."

"The person who helped you in the dream was Gu Xiuran." Nan Jin did a few strange things after waking up, and it was easy to get into the right place.

The daughter he taught himself knows that he knows how to repay her kindness and protect the calf. Gu Xiuran is her servant, and she protects her tightly. It was her request. A person who has nothing to do with her and who is still at odds with Zhao Congxuan should not have made such a request after accepting Zhao Congxuan's apology.

(End of this chapter)