Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

Nan Yue was slightly astringent and stared at his urgent little face, "nian'er, aren't you happy with aunt Yue?"

It's really not her greed. She also knows that he and ye Qingqing are his own mother and son.

However, she has been with him every day for half a month. At the moment he put his arm around her neck, she has decided to treat him as her own son.

However, she is also an ordinary woman. She hopes that her love for him can get his wholehearted dependence and make him like her from the bottom of his heart.

She didn't have to compete with Ye Qingqing, but she couldn't say the subtle feeling in her heart.

Maybe she knows. She wants him to forget Ye Qingqing, only remember her and regard her as his biological mother.

That's why she didn't take him to Ye Qingqing bridge

She even hoped that over time, he would forget Ye Qingqing.

Tuoba Nian held her hand tightly, and his big black eyes looked at her honestly and sincerely, "aunt Yue, I just miss my mother. I'm afraid I'm not here. What if she misses me? I'm also afraid my mother is in a bad mood. When my mother is in a bad mood, she won't eat or talk all day."

After stopping, he hesitated, pursed his lips and continued, "aunt Yue, I don't hate you anymore. I'm happy with you."

Perhaps, the reason why he called the last sentence was just to impress Nan Yue and take him to see ye Qingqing.

This is the wisdom of Tuoba Nian.

Nan Yue doesn't know.

He smiled bitterly and touched his little face. "OK, I'll take you to see your mother."

……

Dongling city is a humble house at the end of a remote alley.

Nan Yue was slightly shocked by the harsh environment here when he led Tuo badian into the courtyard under the guidance of the housekeeper.

The courtyard is small and surrounded by a wall. There is a huge locust tree in the courtyard, which is luxuriant in branches and leaves. It grows like linglie ghost claws in the air, covering all the huts in the courtyard. Even when the sun is good, there is no light in the house.

His eyes fell on the door of the hut.

A large, thick lock tightly locked the door. The old door took off the paint, and a dark gap appeared between the two doors. As soon as you get close to the gap, you will see a pair of bloody eyes from the house.

A strong wind blew fiercely, which made the locust tree crackle. It was very strange.

The palm of her hand was suddenly grasped by a pair of small hands, and her soft body was lifted to her thigh, shivering.

And Nan Yue himself couldn't help getting cold on his back.

Slightly shook Tuoba's hand and looked at the housekeeper who followed, "open the door."

"Yes, princess." the housekeeper answered and came forward and opened the lock neatly.

Nan Yue looked down at Tuoba and said, "nian'er, your mother is inside. Go in."

Tuoba read a touch of dependence from the bottom of his eyes, flashed quickly, raised his head and looked at Nan Yue. Although he didn't speak, Nan Yue knew.

"Go, your mother will be unhappy if she sees me. Aunt Yue is waiting for you outside," Nan Yue said. Suddenly he squatted down, grabbed his little hand and looked at him deeply, "tell Aunt Yue that you will come out."

Tuoba Nian blinked, stretched out another hand to learn how she looked at herself, touched her face and nodded.

Nan Yue suddenly smiled, his eyes flushed, released his hand, "go."

Tuoba read his head down and walked in step by step.

Nan Yue always looked at him with a smile.

Until his little figure disappeared into the black.

"Princess, why do you have to? A child has a bad memory and will forget what should be forgotten soon. Why do you bring him here?" the housekeeper sighed.

Nan Yue smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes were always staring at the direction of the room.

The housekeeper sighed again and stopped talking.

I don't know how long later, Nan Yue's legs were slightly numb, and Tuoba Nian still didn't come out of it.

Nothing makes her more nervous than now.

Yes, nervous.

Nan Yue took a deep breath, "housekeeper, when is it?"

"Back to the princess, it has been two hours since the little prince went in." the housekeeper said, paused, looked at Nan Yue and said, "princess, why don't I go in and have a look?"

"No" before Nan Yue's words fell, he heard a painful cry from inside.

It's Tuoba Nian.

Nan Yue's nerves tightened suddenly, his expression was alert, and he quickly walked in with his skirt.

The room was dark, and only a small window was left to shed light.

Too late to observe the situation in the room, one eye quickly swept through the room.

It's a big place, but you can't see anything.

And after that scream, there was no sound in the air.

Nan Yue panicked and shouted, "housekeeper, light the light!"

The housekeeper was also frightened and hurried to find flint to light the light.

Before the light was lit, a figure flashed from the corner of his eye like lightning.

The housekeeper was slightly stunned and heard a stuffy hum.

Looking up, he suddenly softened his legs and sat down on the ground, his eyes frightened.

The woman with disheveled hair, holding a gold dagger, suddenly stabbed Nan Yue's heart, and her blood burst out.

The black space is dyed blood red in an instant.

"Ah!" another voice trembling with fear sounded, but Tuoba read it.

Nan Yue opened his mouth and his forehead was full of sweat, and one hand grabbed the sharp blade inserted in his heart to prevent her from stabbing deeper.

Suddenly, when she realized the danger, her dagger had been stabbed in.

The pain at that time was pulling my head.

If Tuoba didn't scream and let her react in time, she grabbed the dagger and didn't let her stab it completely.

Otherwise, if it goes down, it will really kill her.

He breathed in two breaths in his chest. Nan Yue looked at Tuoba with a pale face. Seeing that his whole body was shaking badly, he couldn't bear it. He comforted in a soft voice, "nianer, it's okay. Don't be afraid. Go out first, go out first, huh."

Ye Qingqing's eyes were red with hate. His eyes were almost staring out, and his arms stabbed in again.

At this time, the housekeeper also suddenly regained his mind. When he fell and got up, he would rush up and tear Ye Qingqing apart.

But he was scolded by Nan Yue, "take nian'er out quickly."

She can't let nianer see more uncontrollable and cruel pictures.

"Take him out and go back to the palace!" Nan Yue shouted again when he saw his hesitation.

The housekeeper didn't dare to disobey his orders. He came forward with nian'er in his arms and went out.

Tuoba Nian turned and looked at Nan Yue. Something suddenly covered his eyes.

Nan Yue smiled at him with white lips and comforted him silently.

But her appearance was particularly dazzling and ironic in Ye Qingqing's eyes, and her other hand suddenly grasped the handle of the sword and stabbed it in.

"Hmm!" Nan Yue snorted again, and a big drop of sweat fell out of his forehead.

Drooping her head and breathing for a while, a sharp light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and she kicked Huo's rotating leg out.

Right in the heart of Ye Qingqing.

Ye Qingqing was very angry. She kicked her hard and touched out a mouthful of blood.

People were also put forward to go so far and fell to the ground.

Nan Yue also stepped back.

The pain in her heart was intense. She shook her fist, bit her lips and didn't open her eyes. As soon as she took out the dagger, she tore off the cloth and tied the wound.

Seeing that she got up again, she raised a stool and threw it at her.

Nan Yue opened his eyes and narrowly avoided.

Anger gathers in the heart.

A murderous intention sprang from the bottom of his eyes.

She had to rush up 32 steps, grabbed her collar *, pressed her on the table, and her pale, cold cheeks came close to her face, and the faces of the two men were close enough, and their teeth were screaming, "Ye Qingqing, you are enough!"

The lumbar spine hit the edge of the table, and she could even hear the sound of brittle bones, but how much strength she used.

Ye Qingqing's cheeks were twisted with pain, but her eyes stared at her maliciously, "enough? How can you not die? Nan Yue, why don't you die?!"

Nan Yue grabbed her collar and tightened her hand a little. Her cheeks twitched. She suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped her hard. Her voice was hoarse because of extreme hatred. "Ye Qingqing, you really deserve to die!"

Ye Qingqing's face was slapped once. After covering her face and being stunned, she burst into a crazy laugh. After laughing for a while, she suddenly stopped, stared at her with high eyes and provocation, and said word by word, "I don't regret my death. If you have the ability, you'll kill me now?"

"Don't think I dare!" Nan Yue shouted.