With the sound of cars starting up, five cars, including the Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom, left one after another.
"Put down Bao'er, put her down!!"
Nalan Xiangxiang kept chasing after her, but she tripped over a stone on the road and fell to the ground.
"Xiangxiang!"
From behind, Jia Ping'an endured the pain and chased after her. The four bodyguards of the Nalan family who had been beaten to the point of losing their combat effectiveness by Daifu's bodyguards also endured the pain and stood up.
"Ping An, go chase Bao'er... chase Bao'er..."
Nalan Xiangxiang seemed to have lost her soul, talking incoherently. At the end of her words, she grabbed Jia Ping'an's drooping arm and said, "Ping'an, go and help me rescue Bao'er, okay?"
"Xiangxiang!" Jia Ping'an's right hand was the most seriously injured. Being grabbed by Nalan Xiangxiang made the corner of his mouth twitch in pain. He couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted: "Can you calm down? We can't fight him, even
I can't even fight his woman! My hands are crippled, and the four of them are also covered in injuries. How do you want us to save them?"
When Jia Ping'an drank like this, Nalan Xiangxiang was startled at first, and then she seemed to wake up a little. She let go of her hand, sat weakly on the ground, and asked softly: "Then... what should I do?"
"They probably won't hurt Bao'er." Jia Ping'an recalled what Dev said before and made a judgment: "So, we don't have to worry too much about Bao'er. What we need to do now is to notify this matter immediately.
Prince Nalan."
Perhaps because of the huge mood swings, Nalan Xiangxiang, who knew that she could not save Nalan Baoer, closed her eyes and fainted.
In the car in front, Dev saw this scene through the reflector, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Nalan Xiangxiang, if you can be a little smarter, you will make many people, including me,
Women are envious and jealous, of course...excluding that girl from Donghai."
As the words fell, the figure of Susan flashed in Dev's mind. She smiled bitterly and felt weak at the same time.
She is confident that she can defeat a powerful being like the Saint Monica in this game that belongs to women, but... she has no confidence in defeating Susan!
Even, in her opinion, the winner of this game is destined to be Susan...
Shaking her head gently, and no longer thinking about the "opponent" that completely puzzled her, Dev looked down at Nalan Baoer in her arms, stretched out her hand, and gently helped Nalan Baoer tidy up her forehead.
With bangs on his face, he imagined the scene of Chen Fan and Nalan Baoer meeting each other for a while, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That smile seemed to say: Even if Chen Fan blames her for this incident, she has no regrets!
Ten minutes later, Jia Pingan asked two Nalan family bodyguards, who were relatively lightly injured, to carry Nalan Xiangxiang into the villa.
On the sofa, Jia Ping'an's two arms were still stretched out. The bone-chilling pain made his facial muscles slightly distorted, but he didn't care. Instead, he asked one of the bodyguards of Nalan's family to call Nalan on his mobile phone.
Yong Ke's phone was put to his ear.
On the other end of the phone, Nalan Yongke, who looked elegant and elegant, was playing chess with someone. After hearing the ringtone of his cell phone, he first apologized to his chess players, then walked out of the room and answered the phone: "Safe, what's the matter?
"
"Yes, young prince..." Jia Pingan did not dare to neglect, and immediately told Nalan Yongke everything that had happened before.
During the entire process, Nalan Yongke did not interrupt.
When he heard that Jia Ping'an was beaten by Dev's bodyguards and was unable to fight back, and that his hands were disabled, his brows instantly knitted together.
When he heard what Dev said, he looked a little surprised and his pupils dilated slightly.
Finally, when he heard that Dev had taken away Nalan Baoer, his expression suddenly changed.
"Ping An, that woman really said she wouldn't hurt Bao'er?" Nalan Yongke asked worriedly.
"Well, she said that Bao'er was saved by Chen Fan and she would not hurt Bao'er." Jia Ping'an recalled the previous situation and confirmed: "And...little prince, when Xiangxiang and I walked out, she put Bao'er
She held Bao'er in her arms and looked at Bao'er with very gentle eyes, so I think she will not hurt Bao'er."
Hearing what Jia Ping'an said, Nalan Yongke breathed a sigh of relief, then pondered for a while and said: "Ping'an, you take them to treat the wounds on the body first, and wait for my call at any time."
"Yes, little prince!"
Jia Pingan responded immediately.
After hearing Jia Pingan's words, Nalan Yongke didn't say anything more and hung up the phone directly.
Afterwards, he adjusted his mood, walked into the room, and said apologetically to an elderly man: "Mr. Tan, I'm sorry, I have something to report to the prince right now. I'll ask you for advice on chess another day.
"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Business is important. Playing chess is just a pastime." Mr. Tan smiled and waved his hand, then stood up.
After sending Mr. Tan out of the teahouse, Nalan Yongke stopped staying and took an extended Lincoln back to the Nalan family's ancient house.
The so-called ancient house refers to the old house built by the Nalan family in the early 20th century.
During World War II, the head of the Nalan family found Commander Zhang of the Northeast Army and tried to join forces with Commander Zhang to drive away the Japanese. As a result, Commander Zhang listened to Chiang Kai-shek's words and was defeated without a fight. In desperation, Nalan
The head of the Lan family at that time had no choice but to leave with his clan members and abandon the ancient house.
After the ancient house was robbed by the Japanese, it became one of the Japanese strongholds in Northeast China at that time.
Later, after the Japanese were driven away, the ancient house was completely destroyed, but the head of the Nalan family at that time was unwilling to move away. Instead, he restored and expanded the old house, which has been passed down to this day.
Half an hour later, Nalan Yongke returned to a room in the center of the ancient house.
In the house, Nalan Long, the contemporary head of the Nalan family, sat on the Taishi chair made of fine mahogany and waited for a long time after receiving Nalan Yongke's call.
Like Nalan Yongke, Nalan Long exudes an elegant atmosphere. He is also wearing silk clothes, embroidered with Manchu-related patterns, which are lifelike.
Seeing Nalan Yongke walking into the room in a hurry, Nalan Long put down his tea cup and asked with a calm expression: "Yongke, did something happen over there at Xiangxiang?"
Previously, Nalan Yongke only told Nalandron that he had something important to report on the phone, but did not say what it was. Now when he heard Nalandron say it, he was startled at first, then nodded and said: "Yes, Dad.
"
"Sit down and speak slowly." Nalandron gestured for Nalan Yongke to sit down.
"Um."
Nalan Yongke saluted, sat on a chair below Nalandron, sorted out his thoughts, and told Nalandron in detail what he learned from Jia Ping'an.
"Don't worry, that girl Bao'er will be fine." After listening to Nalan Yongke's words, Nalandron's face was still as calm as water. He saw the worry hidden in Nalan Yongke's eyes and said lightly.
Originally, Nalan Yongke was still a little worried, but when he heard what Nalandron said, he immediately felt relieved, thought about it, and asked: "Dad, how should we deal with the matter when it has reached this point?
Do you want me to take Xiangxiang back to Northeast China?"
"Yongke, do you still remember when I told you that there is no way to avoid blessings or disasters. The Nalan family is as good as its prosperity and its failure?" Nalandron did not answer directly, but asked Nalan Yong.
Ke.
Nalan Yongke was slightly startled and nodded subconsciously: "Remember."
"Including you, many people think that I, Nalan Yongke, do not avenge my granddaughter because I am afraid of the Chen family." Nalan Yongke sighed and said, "Yes, I am indeed afraid of the Chen family. Even now
The Chen family is not something that the Nalan family can compete with. But... the biggest reason why I don’t avenge Mingzhu is not because I am afraid, but because I have no reason."
No reason.
Nalan Yongke was stunned again.
The white-haired Nalandron smiled bitterly and said: "Although the descendant of the Chen family is a soldier, it is true that soldiers have the duty to execute orders. But having said that, if the descendants of the Chen family had not saved Mingzhu and the others, including Mingzhu, Bao
All the hostages, including my son, will die!"
"They risked their lives to save Mingzhu and the others. They didn't save Mingzhu, but they rescued many people. Yongke, do you think we have any reason to take revenge?" The bitter smile at the corner of Nalandron's mouth became more obvious.
Nalan Yongke pondered for a moment and said: "You are right. Logically speaking, even if Mingzhu was killed by a descendant of the Chen family, but... he probably didn't mean it. So, we have no reason to take revenge."
Nalandron remained silent.
"It's just, Dad, since you have thought of this a long time ago, why didn't you stop Xiangxiang in the first place?" Nalan Yongke couldn't help but ask.
"Stop?" Nalandron looked a little helpless: "You also know the temper of Xiang girl. If she gets stubborn, even ten cows can't pull her back. At first, she could kneel in front of my room for three days and three nights until she fainted.
This is the best proof. So, with her temper, I can't stop her even if I want to, and it's even more impossible to be reasonable."
"Besides, I've already forced Xiang girl once, and I don't want to force her a second time." Nalandron said at the end and sighed again.
Nalan Yongke knew that Nalan Long was talking about forcing Nalan Xiangxiang to agree to marry Ling Wei.
"But... Dad, aren't you worried that Xiangxiang will offend the Chen family's descendants and affect our Nalan family?" Nalan Yongke was a little confused.
"Don't worry." Nalandron gave a clear reply: "First of all, when the old man of the Chen family was alive, with the power of the Chen family, Xiang Yatou's efforts were in vain, and no one dared to challenge the Chen family for her. As for the
After the death of the old man of the Chen family, the descendants of the Chen family were kicked out of the Chen family. If Xiang Yatou makes troubles, she will only offend the descendants of the Chen family. And with the character of the descendants of the Chen family, they should not do anything to harm her. "
"Why?" Although the facts proved Nalandron's guess, Nalan Yongke still didn't understand the trick.
Nalandron smiled calmly and said: "Think about it, because the descendant of the Chen family killed Mingzhu, the military believed that the descendant of the Chen family outweighed his faults and did not intend to let him leave the organization. But he insisted on leaving.
, This is enough to show that that incident had a great impact on him and left a shadow in his heart. He could not forgive himself, otherwise, he would not leave."
"That's it." Nalan Yongke suddenly realized, and then asked: "Dad, what should we do next?"
"Go to Hangzhou and apologize to the descendants of the Chen family in the name of the Nalan family." Nalan Long seemed to have already made a decision, without even thinking about it, he said directly: "As for Xiang girl, don't worry about her. Everything is different.
Causes have consequences, and there will be consequences between Xiang Yatou and the younger generations of the Chen family."
"Result?" Nalan Yongke was startled and did not react.
"Yong Ke, your character determines your destiny. This is true. Just wait and see." Nalandron smiled softly and revealed the secret: "With the temper of Xiang girl, she will eventually fall in love with the descendants of the Chen family.
.”
Nalan Yongke was stunned...
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