Reborn Daughter of the Clan

Chapter 29 Taking a Stand
Only by living at a high place can you grasp everything under your eyes.

"But..." Nangong Linglong looked at the thin green clothes on him with emotion. His clothes were changed every day, but they were still green clothes. He didn't change them in Nangong Mansion. Nangong Linglong didn't even know when he changed.She secretly gave him a lot of thick winter clothes, but he accepted them but didn't wear them. "Put on some more clothes, don't catch a cold."

Nangong Linglong was purely caring for an elder brother, but it was a different feeling to the dumb slave who had gone through ups and downs.

He was a slave everywhere, and because he wanted to survive, he was called a dumb slave.But there is no one other than Nangong Linglong as his truly loyal master.He knew that maybe Nangong Linglong had a purpose in helping him, but she always cared about him from the bottom of her heart, and called him a brother instead of a slave. Knowing that his martial arts were superior to hers, she still said she would protect him.She was different from the other masters he had been with. The other old masters would only embarrass him, treating his life as a waste, giving him a bite of food when it was useful, and ignoring his food and clothing when it was useless.

In fact, he is so not afraid of the cold, apart from his profound internal strength, there is another point that he is used to it.

It was the little things that moved him.

The dumb slave twitched his pursed lips, unable to pronounce half a complete note, he shook his head again, then stood up, standing in front of Nangong Linglong, his strong body was calm and steady , covering Nangong Linglong.He gently tugged on his clothes, which meant that he was not cold at all, so that Nangong Linglong didn't have to worry about him catching cold.

Nangong Linglong smiled helplessly, and said, "Since that's the case, I won't force you. Starting tomorrow, I'll take the time to teach you how to read."

The mute slave was startled for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down in front of Nangong Linglong. In the consciousness of a person of such a poor background, reading and writing is a superior person, and he has always been ashamed of his illiteracy, feeling that My seven-foot boy can't even write his name, I'm ashamed.

"Ah, don't be like this, get up quickly." Nangong Linglong hastily wanted to help him up, but the dumb slave avoided the physical contact between the two without a trace. Although the two had touched, he was trying to save her at that time , is different from the moment.

"It's just a trivial matter. Why are you kneeling? I can call you brother. Aren't you little sister Zhesha?" Nangong Linglong knew that in order for the dumb slave to be truly loyal to herself and follow her forever, she must work hard. to communicate.

The dumb slave kowtowed to her before standing up.

"Brother Dumb..." Nangong Linglong wanted to say something, but suddenly frowned slightly, and didn't continue, because she heard a slight voice from a distance, probably someone was flying towards Nangong Mansion.

Nangong Linglong could hear it, so the dumb slave could hear it too.

"Come towards us, hide." Nangong Linglong whispered, she took the first step to hide.

As soon as the two of them hid, two figures appeared on the roof of Linglong Pavilion. One of them was wearing bright yellow brocade clothes. It is bright yellow.

As soon as the yellow figure of Daoming appeared, Nangong Linglong, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned. That figure was so familiar. In the past ten years, that person was the person she trusted the most. After rebirth, She still remembers her kindness to him, but she didn't expect...

It was Han Yao and his personal guards who came.

He was worried about Nangong Linglong's weird behavior during the day, and when Han Yu entered the palace later, he asked, and Han Yu answered irrelevant questions, as if he deliberately didn't want him to know, which made him even more worried.He wanted to visit her, but he was busy during the day, his father ordered him to be busy with other things, and because of his mother, he didn't dare to leave other things to see her. It came quietly, and only in the dark night did he dare to show his martial arts.

Han Yao jumped onto the top of Nangong Linglong's boudoir with ease, his movements were silent, and there was no sound when he landed on the tiles. Nangong Linglong can be sure that his martial arts are not low, and his lightness skills are first-class.He skillfully sat down on the tile surface, skillfully and lightly removed a tile, following his movements, Nangong Linglong felt cold all over her body.

From Han Yao's actions, it was not the first time that he was peeping at her in the dark.

And she didn't realize it in the past, because she thinks her martial arts are good.

Han Yao also had a hard time hiding it from her. He had always given her the impression of being gentle, a gentle man who didn't like to fight for power, and only liked poetry, but she didn't expect that he was the most unfathomable person, with superb martial arts, Only then can he look like a person who doesn't know martial arts. Thanks to her trust in him, the person she trusts the most is the person who lied to her the most. He always said that he hoped to be honest with her forever, but he...

When Han Yao removed the tile, he found that there was no one in the room. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly put the tile back on. The person immediately stood up and floated away.

It's a pity that a delicate shadow has already swept in front of him and blocked his way.

Nangong Linglong stood in front of Han Yao, blocking his way, her apricot eyes widened, she looked at Han Yao coldly, her lips pulled slightly, and a clear and thin voice escaped: "His Royal Highness, visiting late at night, why are you in such a hurry? Come, and leave in a hurry?"

"Long'er." Han Yao smiled wryly, knowing that she could no longer hide it. "I didn't mean to hide it."

"Your Highness." The black-clothed guard immediately called out in a low voice, intending to prevent Han Yao from explaining everything to Nangong Linglong.He knew that His Highness liked Princess Linglong, but no matter how much he liked her, he still felt that Princess Linglong was not his Highness.His Highness should have a good woman by his side who can help His Highness govern the world, not a "rough person" like Princess Linglong with half martial arts blood.

Han Yao raised his hand to stop the man in black from continuing. In his heart, Nangong Linglong was as important as the throne.He tried his best to obey his mother's clan and maintain his identity and status. What he wanted most was to hold the successor in his palm and send it to Nangong Linglong as a betrothal gift.

What he thinks is different from what other people think. What he wants is Nangong Linglong's pure heart. Even though Nangong Linglong seems to have changed slightly now, he still loves her.

Hearing his beloved's indifferent words in his ears, and seeing his lover's cold and pretty face in his eyes, nothing made him feel more heartbroken and uncomfortable than these.He often thought that if he was born in an ordinary family, he would definitely be able to get closer to Nangong Linglong.

Nangong Linglong kept silent and looked at Han Yao coldly.

After she got angry, she could also understand Han Yao.

As Han Yao once said, no one knows his heart better than her.

He has always longed to live an ordinary life, but he was born in the emperor's family, and he was still the son of the emperor. Since he was three years old, he was established as the prince. For nearly 20 years, he has lived every day like walking on eggshells. brother took his life.So he was forced to hide certain things and use an illusion to confuse everyone. In doing so, he actually only wanted to save his own life, his mother and all the relatives and friends of the descendants.He knew too well that once he fell, given the emperor's love for Han Yu, Han Yu would definitely be made the crown prince. At that time, a mother is more valuable than a son, will Concubine Zhao Chen let his mother go?Will you let the descendants go?
(End of this chapter)