Nan Qing was angry and anxious when she saw her beloved kite fall on the top of the pavilion. She had just managed to fly it high.
"Director Liao, you dropped my kite." She glared at him.
Nangong Yin stood aside and did not dare to speak. The sixth sister was so stupid.
Liao Yan clasped one hand behind his back and showed no expression when he was stared at. He just called out: "Chen An."
Chen An immediately used Qinggong to fly up to the pavilion, took down the kite, and handed the kite to Liao Yan.
Liao Yan took a look at the kite. It was still intact. He handed it to the person in front of him: "We have no intention of losing His Highness's kite. Here it is."
Nan Qing refused to answer: "The kite was in the sky just now, flying higher than the eaves."
Liao Yan understood: "Your Highness wants our family to fly the kite into the sky?"
"It fell down because of you, so of course you have to let it fly up." Nan Qing requested.
Liao Yan took the kite and looked around, then walked towards the open space, obviously he really wanted to fly the kite for her.
Nan Qing was angry for a moment when he said this just now. Now seeing Liao Yan being so obedient, he was suddenly caught off guard. But seeing him preparing to fly the kite, he immediately felt very happy.
Nan Qing held up the hem of her skirt and followed her: "Director Liao, can you fly a kite?"
"No, we didn't let him go." Liao Yan said softly, but he had seen others let him go.
I saw it when I was a kid.
The willows have just sprouted, the warm wind is blowing, and there are many children with braids flying kites in the open space by the river.
He sat under the willow tree and watched.
'What are you looking at, little beggar?'
"You don't know how to fly? Then don't damage my kite." The childish voice brought Liao Yan back to his thoughts.
Liao Yan stopped and glanced at the pretty girl with his dark eyes.
She was raised innocent and arrogant. She had everything, but she even cared about a kite, a kite given by the eunuch.
Liao Yan: "Your Highness's kite will not be damaged. Your Highness, please stand far away."
"Okay, you must not break it."
"Um."
There happened to be a strong wind, so Liao Yan didn't need to run. He took a few steps with the kite, and then he smoothly flew the kite into the sky.
The wind not only blew the kite, but also blew his long hair and clothes. The way Liao Yan flew the kite in the autumn wind was really novel.
Liao Yanqing pulled the kite string, but he didn't find it any fun. Why do children like to play?
Could it be that I have grown up and cannot appreciate the fun in this?
Liao Yan held on to the thread and turned his head: "Your Highness..."
Her light brown eyes were staring at him, and there was a smile on her fair little face. She was smiling, and it was obvious that she was very happy.
Liao Yan: "Your Highness, do you want to come and hold the line?"
"Yes!" Nan Qing ran over holding up the hem of her skirt. The kite was flown much higher than hers, and she liked it.
Nan Qing took the thread in his hand and touched it between his fingers. Liao Yan's fingers were so thick, and his skin was rough and cold.
It’s a pity that such white and slender fingers have such rough skin.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ
Liao Yan took a step back, put his hands behind his back, and moved his fingertips gently.
There is a sweet smell in the wind, the smell of milk cake.
Liao Yan glanced at the purse on her body. Is it a sachet or food?
She was playing with the thread, raised her hands, and her sleeves fell down. Liao Yan saw the gauze tied on her forearm.
Such a shallow injury still needs to be wrapped up so tightly? So squeamish.
Liao Yan didn't stay too long, he left with his people.
Only then did Nangong Yin dare to step forward. Looking at Nangong Qing'er who was busy playing, she said, "Sixth sister, you and Governor Liao are so familiar with each other."
"I'm not familiar with him. How could I be familiar with someone like him? We just exchanged a few words."
And he saved her on the street.
But isn’t it natural for a slave to save his master?
Nangong Yin also felt that it was impossible for Nangong Qing'er to be familiar with Liao Yan.
…
After playing for a whole day, Nan Qing felt a little sore.
Because of the injury on her hand, she didn't have to go to the Imperial Academy to study in the past few days, so she could avoid being drawn by the Imperial Academy to write poems.
Late at night, Nan Qing was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard an unusual noise.
Er Er also immediately reminded: "Someone is coming in."
There are people sneaking in inside the palace, isn't it easy?
And why go into a princess's palace?
Nan Qing stood up quietly, stuffed the soft pillow into the quilt, and immediately hid under the thick curtains on the side of the bed.
A man in black quietly entered the bedroom, holding a sharp dagger in his hand. He rushed straight to the bed, and when he saw the arch, he immediately stabbed it with the dagger.
It's so soft, it doesn't feel like it's piercing the flesh at all!
The little princess was not in bed in the middle of the night!
Just when the killer was surprised, the bed curtain suddenly hit him, covering his head and blocking his sight. Before the killer could lift the cloth on his head, he heard screams beside him.
Nan Qing screamed and ran out barefoot.
As soon as she called out, the maid on guard outside heard her.
Soon, the entire palace was lit with lamps and guards with swords appeared.
The killer took off the cloth from his head, looked at the princess running away, and flew to stab her.
Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to hit her, she suddenly fell to the ground, avoiding the sharp knife.
The palace door was pushed open, and the guards appeared: "Protect Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
The killer's expression changed drastically. He knew that he could not escape, so he immediately cut his throat with a dagger and committed suicide.
All this happened so suddenly, in just an instant.
Nan Qing fell to the ground and heard the sound of a knife cutting his throat and blood splattering, and the strong smell of blood spread.
Her body trembled and she slowly turned back.
Qingshang wanted to cover her eyes, but Qingshang herself was so frightened that her legs went weak and she was unable to step forward in time.
Nan Qing saw the man in black lying on the ground, blood spurting out from her neck. Her face was pale, but she didn't cry or scream.
Grandma Wang had not yet put on her clothes, so she rushed to hold Nan Qing in her arms.
"It's okay, Your Highness, don't look at it, it's dirty."
Nan Qing was very quiet and only said: "He wants to kill me..."
The Sixth Princess was assassinated late at night, and the entire palace was disturbed.
The Sixth Princess had encountered an assassin before on the street, and now she was assassinated in the palace.
The emperor was furious, and people in the courtyard knelt down.
Liao Yan walked over wearing a black robe without patterns: "Your Majesty, please calm down."
"How can I appease my anger! In just a few days, Qing'er was assassinated twice, and this time the killers broke into the palace openly. Humph, Liao Yan, check, the deadline is ten days."
Liao Yan's eyes were dark. After glancing at the curtain, the bead curtain blocked his sight and he couldn't see anything: "Yes."
The guards left with the body.
Nan Qing walked out from behind the bead curtain with a cloak on her body, looking a little haggard. The imperial concubine was by her side.
Liao Yan glanced at her.
Nan Qing didn't look at him. She went straight to the emperor: "Father, Qing'er wants to go to your mother and concubine to rest tonight. Here..."
Someone had just died in the palace where she slept, how could she still sleep?
The imperial concubine's eyes were red and she said, "Qing'er will live with me from now on."
