The medical concubine soars to the sky: the lord lightly pets

Chapter 197
Nangong Yun returned to the room. Shengxia and Wanqiu were making her bed. Seeing her coming in, she hurriedly stood up and called, "Miss."

Nangong Yun nodded, stepped forward to hold their hands, and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days when I'm not here."

Midsummer and Late Autumn couldn't help being stunned, and soon their eye sockets couldn't help getting moist.

They were born in a poor family, and they were destined to be maids. They followed many evil masters and wandered to Nangong Yun's side before they could be regarded as ushering in the spring of their lives.

Although the lady is not so gentle, she has always treated them very well. It is the lady who gave them the dignity of being a human being. She never treated them as human beings. Instead, she gave them the best food and clothing, and taught them to read and write. .

In their minds, Miss is their benefactor and the most important person in their lives.

"Miss, what are you talking about? This is what we should do." Sheng Xia said.

Wan Qiu choked with sobs and said, "Yes, as long as Miss doesn't dislike us, it's fine, but if you don't want to leave when you come back this time, we don't want to miss you."

"Yes, yes." Sheng Xia nodded sharply.

Nangong Yun touched their little faces and said with a smile, "Don't worry, they probably won't be leaving in a short time."

Sheng Xia and Late Autumn smiled happily when they heard the words, "Sister..." Xiaoman rushed in from outside with a carrier pigeon in his arms.

"Hey, where did the pigeon come from?" Sheng Xia wondered.

Both Nangong Yun and Xiaoman's expressions changed slightly, and Xiaoman smiled embarrassingly: "Maybe it's a letter from the Fu family, sister..."

Nangong Yun took the pigeon from Xiaoman's hand and said to them: "You all go out, I will stay alone."

"Yes." Sheng Xia, Wan Qiu and Xiao Man agreed, closed the door and retreated.

Nangong Yun looked at the pigeon in his hand, came to the window, took off the letter and let go, the pigeon flew away.

Nangong Yun took a deep breath, took down the letter in the wooden tube, opened it, and there were only three words written on it, "promise him".

Nangong Yun raised her head abruptly, and her heart suddenly cooled down. She lit the candle and put the letter on it. Seeing the three beautiful words on the cloth burning in the flames, it also burned her heart. The corners of her mouth raised A mocking smile.

Sure enough, no one is worth relying on.

When people love others, they always love themselves more.

Happiness can only be won by yourself.

Nangong Yun, this time, no one can change your pursuit of happiness.

-

As the sun was setting, Du Yunlie was sitting by the window reading a book. The setting sun cast a silhouette on his face.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the trees and flowers, his heart was filled with infinite emotion, and in a trance, he saw Yun'er smiling like a flower under the flowers.

That summer, she was standing under the pear tree, her eyes were full of sadness, as if she was missing her relatives, his heart couldn't help but feel distressed, and suddenly he had an urge to protect her.

He said to her: "From now on, I will be by your side, whether you are happy or sad, I will be with you, together."

He was the one who wanted to take that step back then, why did he take it back?
For the past three years, he has stopped thinking about her all the time, and has made up his mind that after he finds her, no matter what, he will never let her leave him again. He can be desperate, as long as she can forgive him and come back to her, what will he do? Are willing to do.

However, she is now in Nangong Mountain Villa, only a few blocks away from him, so why doesn't he dare to see her?
Could it be that his love for Yun'er is just talk?
of course not.

Du Yunlie's dark eyes burst into a bright light, and he raised his voice: "Come on, prepare the car and go to Nangong Villa."

He knows that he hurt her deeply, and also knows that there are too many wounds in her heart that cannot be healed. It doesn't matter, he is willing to be her doctor, her panacea, and heal her wounds. For three days, they still have a lifetime to make up for these gaps.

Du Yunlie's heart suddenly became extremely firm. He had never been so clear about his feelings for Yun'er. This time, he would not allow himself to let go, even if there was a landslide and a tsunami, he would never let go.

Because, in the whole world, there is only one Nangong Yun.

If he lost her, where would he find another Nangong Yun?
-

In the evening, Du Yunlie knocked on the gate of Nangong Villa.

He has long been familiar with Nangong Villa. In the past three years, he has set foot in this place countless times.

The people in Nangong Villa were also very familiar with Lord Qi, so there was no need to pass it on. After the servants saluted, they all said the same sentence: "Miss is practicing martial arts in the backyard."

So Du Yunlie went straight to the backyard unimpeded all the way, and stopped suddenly when he saw a white figure flying in the yard.

What Nangong Yun was practicing was a set of sword techniques, wherever the sword energy went, sand and stones flew, dust was flying, and it was very fierce.

Du Yunlie's eyes narrowed slightly. These moves looked erratic and simple, but without extremely high skill and endurance, it was impossible to achieve them freely. He thought that this set of sword techniques might not be handy by himself, but it happened in Nangong Yun But in his hand, it seems to have swept away thousands of troops, and the speed of the sword is as fast as lightning.

Nangong Yun whirled and jumped up, the tip of the sword formed a perfect arc in the air, sword flowers spread all over the sky, she was surrounded by the heavy sword net, airtight, Du Yunlie looked at it, eyes There was a flash of cold light, full of unbelievable meaning.

This... how is this possible?
As a martial arts practitioner, Du Yunlie is [-]% sure that Nangong Yun just practiced this set of swordsmanship with more than ten years of skill at all, and how could she change from one and a half points in just three years? A weak woman who doesn't know martial arts becomes the martial arts master she is now?

In fact, when the silver-masked saint was born, he suspected for a moment that Yun'er was the silver-masked saint, but later, because he heard that the silver-masked saint was extremely skilled in martial arts, he dismissed this idea.

In his opinion, everything can be achieved quickly, except for martial arts, which cannot be cultivated in a day.

However, Yun'er successfully refreshed his three views once again, and made him realize that nothing is impossible for Yun'er.

In Du Yunlie's second thought, Nangong Yun had put away his sword and was standing in the middle of the courtyard looking at him, with a calm face, he said calmly, "You're here."

Du Yunlie was slightly absent-minded, why did his tone and expression look so much like himself?

Du Yunlie went up to see her looking at him indifferently, sweating profusely, took out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeve, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead with his hand.

"Wouldn't it be a pity to wipe off your sweat with such a good brocade handkerchief?" Nangong Yun said calmly.

"No matter how good things are used on you, it won't be a pity." Du Yunlie said lightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)