Chapter 1086: Women disguised as men: the favor of powerful ministers (87)

The bull-headed man walked over to her, took her other hand, and clasped their fingers together.

Following what she meant, she said, "Yeah, it's very similar."

Jiaoyang smiled again, holding her head and looking at him: "I have nowhere to go now. Do you want to find a way to take me in?"

The bull-headed man curled up his lips and reached out to touch her head: "What's the matter? I'll take you to where I live."

"Going to your house?"

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows. She could already picture her father seeing his precious son bringing a man back, and being so angry that he jumped up from his chair and started raping him.

By the way, Guangping Hou usually has an upright character, but he has such an out-of-character character as Niu Tou Lian. He should be lucky that he was not beaten to death by his father. Just like before, when something happened to Liu Yuanwai, Niu Tou Lian replaced him.

She defended herself against the crime, thinking that the poison of a tiger would not eat its seeds, and in the final analysis, Marquis Guangping would still turn to his own son in private.

Unexpectedly, when the verdict came out, the Marquis of Guangping shouted to the sky, "I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Xie family!" and went back to the palace to ask Dali Temple to do whatever they wanted. In the end, the royal family came forward to save the life.

The bull-headed face will save your life.

When Jiaoyang recalled these things, she didn't feel any guilt or guilt at all. Anyway, Niu TouLian volunteered to pay for her sins. She didn't force him, she just felt a little emotional.

It turns out that he has accompanied me through so much along the way.

"No," Niutoulian smiled at Jiaoyang, and raised their interlocked hands to show her, "This is our home."

Niutoulian took Jiaoyang to his house in the capital, the same one she had visited before.

The two of them walked in hand in hand, with the memories of the last time still vivid in their minds, but they were walking in a hurry and hadn't looked carefully yet.

There was no one else in the house, not even a servant, but it suited her just right.

After Niutoulian showed her around, Jiaoyang went into the room alone. After taking a bath, she changed into new clothes, saying that she was going to get rid of the bad luck in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When I came out, I saw a man with an ox-headed face sitting in the courtyard playing the piano, with his head lowered, his eyelashes hanging down, and his expression very serious. The butterfly flew over and landed on his strings.

Jiaoyang tilted her head, her hair twirling on her fingertips, somewhat attracted by this scene.

She walked over, lowered her body, and put her hands on the piano table, deliberately disturbing his attention, and blinked: What do you think, is the piano better-looking or me?

The bull-headed man raised his lips and smiled, pushed Qin to the side, lifted her up with his hands, turned his head to meet her lips and teeth.

The two of them kissed in this position for a while, and the attraction that attracted her just now disappeared. Jiaoyang frowned dissatisfied and pushed her away.

"Play, keep playing!" she ordered, jumping down from the piano table.

The bull-faced man felt the stiffness in his lower body and continued helplessly.

Hearing the music in her ears again, Jiaoyang nodded with satisfaction.

The mood came and she wanted to dance, but when she looked in the closet just now, she couldn't find any women's clothes, so she had to change into men's clothes.

So you can't feast your eyes today, do you think it's because of you?

Since you can't dance, let's dance with the sword.

Jiao Yang casually pulled out a sword, tested the weight in her hand, and then danced. This dance was a combination of strength and softness, which captivated the country and the city.

The bull-headed face was so drunk that he tried his best not to be affected by her, but she kept coming closer to him. First she sat on the piano table in front of him, and then she gradually moved closer to him and put her arm around his neck.

, kissing his lips gently.

Jiaoyang took off one side of her outer garment.

The bull-faced man looked at her in shock: "Scorching Sun."

Jiaoyang kissed her, and while kissing, she ordered dissatisfiedly: "Shut up, don't stop the sound of the piano."

So the melodious piano sound continued, sometimes fast, sometimes only a few sounds, sometimes intermittently, intermittently.

Jiaoyang took off the other side of her outer garment and hooked it around his waist.

The clothes are all new, the bath you just took is filled with flower petals, and your body and hair have a faint fragrance. These are all prepared for you, bull-headed face.

Xie Beixi is leaving, just like Jiaoyang said, returning to the border that belongs to him.

The bull-faced man returned to the house, his steps were heavy, and his face looked bad.

In her ears, she could hear her father's aging face just now. His temples had turned gray for some reason. She held his hand and said, "Go and see your brother off. Go and see him off. Beixi really regards you as his most important brother."

ah"

The bull-headed man pursed his lips and clenched his hands tightly.

Why? Who stipulates that if the man treats him as his brother, he must recognize him as his brother? Is he worthy? Since the father is so understanding of his son's emotions, why can't he understand himself?

That man was the son of the woman who killed his mother! How could he let go?

The mother is dead, what right does the father have to forgive him on behalf of the mother?

Xie Nanning's hands tightened more and more, and his face was twisted with extreme anger.

Just go and leave, it's better to die at the border! No more eyesores in your life!

He looked up at the plaque in front of him, couldn't wait to step in, and returned to her side, tired of her body. In this world, only her arms, her hair and shoulders were his only harbor.

After Niutoulian returned, he hugged Jiaoyang, buried his head in Jiaoyang's neck, and told her the anger in his heart and the injustice he had just suffered from his father.

Jiao Yang listened while cracking melon seeds and nodded without thinking: "I support you. How can there be any force in this world to force people to accept and care about one person's truth? Isn't this moral kidnapping?"

The bullhead buried his face for a while, was stunned when he heard her words, and then nodded sharply: "Yes, it's moral kidnapping!"

Jiaoyang continued to eat melon seeds: "If you don't want to go, don't go. Anyway, it was your father who said it, and you didn't agree. At worst, they will stare at you when the time comes."

Perhaps it was Jiaoyang's comforting words that had the opposite effect, or maybe it was because Jiaoyang's words made Niutoulian's heart, which had always felt unbalanced, find a fulcrum. He could calm down and think about this matter calmly.

On the day Xie Beixi left Beijing, Niutoulian still went. But he took Jiaoyang with him.

Xie Beixi was dressed in silver armor, with a high ponytail, and he was sitting on a white war horse. He was really heroic and looked a bit like a future general.

Jiaoyang stood next to Niutoulian, touching her chin to admire it.

Although Xie Beixi had some hope in his heart, he did not expect that his brother would actually come to see him off.

"Brother."

When he saw that figure, tears filled his eyes, and he was even more stunned when he noticed the person next to his brother.

The bull-faced man snorted coldly and took Jiaoyang beside him into his arms, as if to declare his sovereignty.
Chapter completed!