Yun Yifeng stopped: "Tell me."
Zhu'er stared at him, her chest heaved violently, as if she was deliberating whether to speak out this last bargaining chip. After a stalemate like this for a while, Yun Yifeng suddenly asked, are my eyes red
"There are some, my lord, have you eaten something bad?" Zhu'er softened her tone, and then climbed her body out of the window to see it more realistically.
Yun Yifeng sighed: "Miss Yun has been in poor health for the past few days, so I have no choice but to take care of her—"
"I know who the son's parents are!"
A sharp piercing cry made Yun Yifeng's ears and heart buzz.
He asked in astonishment, "What did you say?"
"I know, I know something." Zhu'er's momentum weakened, leaving only a breath, her shoulders trembling and limp on the ground, as if she was extremely angry, but also seemed to be regretting. Yun Yifeng was no longer in the mood to act, so he grabbed her wrist and dragged her up from the ground: "Say!"
Seeing his red eyes, Zhu'er was also at a loss, murmured, and said: "That year, I... I was nine years old, and I went to Beiming Fengcheng with a miracle doctor to collect medicine, and finally picked up the young master in the tent. "
Ghost Thorn has always had the habit of adopting young children and using them as drug testing tools when they grow up. For this little baby with excellent physique, who can survive in the ice and snow, he cherishes it very much, and wishes that there will be ten or twenty identical ones, all of which will be brought back to the Wandering Isle. Zhu'er continued: "The genius doctor guessed at the time that maybe the area around Beiming Fengcheng is extremely cold all year round, so the baby should be extra strong."
The two of them went all the way to the extreme north, but in the wind and snow, they met a group of practitioners who were chanting scriptures barefoot and were going to the top of the snow mountain. Although there are many rumors of gods and monks in Beimingfeng City, there are not many people who are as graceful and unrestrained as these celestial beings. Zhu'er was still young at that time, and had never seen such a beautiful person before, so she followed them foolishly for a long time, and when the other party noticed it, she invited the little girl to have a meal together.
"They carried a box containing a dead baby. It is said that the wife of one of them gave birth prematurely when she passed by Beimingfeng City." Zhu'er said, "while the others were comforting him, saying that the baby There is no red mole on his back, maybe he shouldn't be a member of the Dongliu tribe by nature."
Yun Yifeng frowned slightly.
Zhu'er said: "Young Master has a red mole on his back, and his cold-resistant physique is exactly the same as those people. Even when he grows up, he even looks the same." A patch of snow, a gust of wind.
Dongliu tribe, Dongliu tribe. Yun Yifeng thought, Luo's family is one of the richest households in Beimingfeng City, if Luo Ruhua wanted to find a child to replace her own son and was assassinated in the organ map, then he would conspire with the stable woman in the city to give a different place to life. It is indeed the easiest way to set a trap for familiar foreigners.
Zhu'er held onto his sleeve, and mournfully said: "I have never told anyone about these things, only the young master, from now on... don't go to see those witches again, okay?"
Yun Yifeng was in a state of confusion, he just nodded indiscriminately, turned around and ran out in a hurry. As soon as he left the hospital, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
Familiar body temperature, and familiar aroma. Yun Yifeng closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead against his chest: "Have you heard the prince?"
"I'm worried, so I'll come and take a look." Ji Yanran said in a gentle voice, stroking his tense back with his palm, "It's okay."
After a while, realizing that Yun Yifeng's mood had calmed down a bit, he continued, "Luo Ruhua is a new mother, so Xu was reluctant to tattoo his son with venom, so he hugged one from the outside for use A raccoon for a prince... a prince for a civet." Mine is more valuable.
Yun Yifeng smiled and punched him.
"When fleeing to the south, Luo Ruhua took the two children with him, so it doesn't matter who the mechanism is stabbed on." Ji Yanran said, "When Wang Dong threatened, he only hugged his own son. Fleeing for your life, but throwing you in the tent also proves that you are indeed... cough."
Yun Yifeng said: "I picked it up."
Ji Yanran corrected: "It was stolen."
Of course, whether this is the case or not, we will have to find out the evidence in detail in the future. It's just that Yun Yifeng has a knot in his heart-after all, he has always regarded Luo Ruhua as his mother, and he has been thinking about Luo Ruhua over and over again. In the end, not only are the two not related by blood, but the other party has caused his miserable life of loneliness and torture. eight years
In the middle of the night, Yun Yifeng was wrapped in the quilt, tossing and turning, without any sleepiness.
Ji Yanran suggested: "Have a drink?"
"My lord can't get drunk with me." Yun Yifeng leaned on his arm, "Alone, it's boring to drink."
"That's right," Ji Yanran said again: "Then shall I kiss you?"
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang is handsome, so a kiss is considered an advantage, not a loss. So Yun Yifeng closed his eyes: "Kiss, if we can kiss each other to get rid of our worries, then we will..."
"Just what?" Ji Yanran pinched his chin, "Is there a reward?"
"No." Yun Yifeng explained, "Then we will open a shop in the future, relying on this craft to receive customers and earn—hiss!"
Before the word "money" was uttered, someone pinched his waist, Yun Yifeng's whole body went limp, and the pain almost shed tears: "I was wrong, let go... let go, ah! I kiss you, I kiss you Is it all right?"
Ji Yanran hypocritically evaded: "How embarrassing is that?"
Yun Yifeng was firmly restrained by him, deeply felt the feeling of "I am a fish", tremblingly said: "Please, my lord, just let me kiss you." Sore and numb, tears flowed out one after another, and I couldn't speak a word. Li Jun happened to pass by the door, and imagined the scene of "Master Yunmen crying and begging his seventh brother, just asking to kiss him", and felt very horrified, so he shook his head quickly and walked away.
Ji Yanran patted the person lying on the quilt: "Are you feeling better?"
Yun Yifeng was weak: "It's much better, my heart is full of joy."
Ji Yanran smiled and picked him up: "After the matter in the Southwest is resolved, I will accompany you back to Beimingfeng City, maybe you can see your old friend again. And your identity as a descendant of Xianxia sounds comparable to that of old rich man Luo. My relatives are much more powerful, others can only envy."
Yun Yifeng thought for a while, and asked: "What if my parents insist on taking me back to practice penance after meeting?"
"That won't work." Ji Yanran hugged him tightly, "Cultivation is not as happy as being a princess, follow me, and you will enjoy delicious food and spicy food for the rest of your life, and you can't wear out silk and satin."
Yun Yifeng commented: "This kind of life is too rustic."
Ji Yanran kissed him, and coaxed vaguely by the way: "It's not dirty, really, otherwise I'll get you a few more calligraphy and paintings to hang."
I thought it was a descendant of Zhonglie, but I didn't expect it to be a little fairy born in the boundless wind and snow. How should I put it, it is even more painful.
Ji Yanran touched his cheek with one hand, kissing him passionately and passionately. This strong "beauty" came so powerfully and self-consciously that Master Yunmen had no choice but to temporarily give up his sorrow for the spring and autumn, panting and entangled with him for a long time, and was so dazed by the kiss, he said: "Okay, okay , I have to go to the barracks tomorrow and sleep."
Ji Yanran rubbed his forehead with a smile, took him into her arms, and patted his thin back every now and then. These days were really hard, and even the long night that was supposed to be lingering, lacked a bit of throbbing and emotion, and instead became cuddling together... how should I put it, there are quite a few people who depend on each other in the ups and downs and wind and rain taste.
Yun Yifeng was finally coaxed to sleep by him, but his mood was still restless, and there was wind and snow in his dream.
Ji Yanran was still thinking about what the spider said. Ruoyun Yifeng's parents are both lovers of Beiming immortals, and it has nothing to do with Lu Guangyuan, Puchang, and all the enemies of the country, but actually it is a good thing. Thinking of Jiang Lingfei again, he sighed secretly in his heart, if his life experience had nothing to do with all these things, it would be fine.
But having said that, even if it really has something to do with Xie Hanyan, if she can give her own son the antidote mixed with blood lice, this mother is really too vicious. Ji Yanran's brows were a little sad, although after the blood lice entered the body, it would take more than a month before they could grow into adults, and Xie Hanyan had ghost thorns in his hand, so it shouldn't cause Jiang Lingfei any trouble, but there was always a stone in his heart, Thinking back to the time when I rode horses and watched flowers in Wangcheng, drank wine and competed with swords, I couldn't sleep all night.
…
In the underground palace, Ghost Thorn is obsessively looking at the poisonous insects in front of him. They are as black as charcoal, blue, red, and silvery. Southwest, Southwest is really a good place.
The partridge said dissatisfiedly: "Daliang's army has developed a cure for the plague, but the genius doctor is still here. I don't know what he is doing all day long. You and I didn't say that before."
"What are you panicking, leader?" Gui Ting smiled strangely, "The things I have now are really rare."
The partridge glanced into the porcelain cup and clicked its tongue: "This is it?"
"These are all good things." Ghost Thorn said quietly, "Don't worry, leader, even if the prince of Daliang can escape the plague and blood lice, he will definitely not be able to escape these treasures."
On the other side, after Jiang Lingfei took the healing medicine regularly, he fell asleep in a daze, but when he woke up, he found that his hands and feet were bound, and his internal strength had melted by 70% to 80%. Xie Hanyan sat on the side of the bed and watched over him, his eyes were still full of resentment, his temples were dyed gray, the years were like knives, hatred was like knives, he carved the beauty who was famous all over the world in the past, into what he is now .
Jiang Lingfei's face turned pale: "What does mother want to do?"
"You don't want to attack Ji Yanran, and I won't force you." Xie Hanyan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with a silk handkerchief, "But I have planned for many years, and I will not let you destroy the whole plan. After the half bottle of antidote, The kindness that Prince Xiao's Mansion has given to you has been repaid, and you can rest here in peace and recuperate, and you don't have to worry about outside matters anymore."
"Mother!" Jiang Lingfei propped himself up and sat up, "Let Senior Mei go."
"He's already in the Daliang barracks, so you don't need to worry about it." Xie Hanyan interrupted coldly, and left the bedroom with a flick of his sleeves.
Jiang Lingfei gasped twice, then fell back on the bed dejected and exhausted.
Gotta figure out a way to get out, he thought.
…
Fat Mink was squatting on the table, holding a green bamboo shoot in his arms, gnawed until the juice overflowed, shaking his head intoxicated.
Yun Yifeng touched its smooth fur lightly with his fingertips, and was lost in thought, when someone outside said: "My lord!"
"My lord just took the medicine, and he is working hard to calm down." Yun Yifeng opened the door, "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes." The guard put his hands up and whispered, "Vice General Lin sent a letter from the northwest."
A letter related to the old story of a deceased person.
Now, Ji Yanran ignored Mei Zhusong's doctor's order, and got out of bed with her clothes on, and took a quick look at it. Lin Ying mentioned in the letter that she had inquired about the former Black Wing Army in the area of Mount Ale in the northwest. Clues from the old ministry. It shows that everyone's previous inferences are valid. There was indeed a small army that broke away from the main army and went westward privately. As for whether this westward journey was to perform a mission or to escape, it is necessary to find the person involved before we can have a conclusion.
"I guess 80% of them were running away." Yun Yifeng said, "Because after Pu Xianfeng learned how to create a war, the Xuanyi Army's combat location has always been biased towards the southern region of the country, and there is no need to go to the northwest to ask for reinforcements."
Ji Yanran smiled and said, "Remember so clearly?"
"That's right." Yun Yifeng hooked his shoulders, "In the future, when the prince wins a big victory and holds a banquet in the army, I also want to drink and barbecue together and talk all night long. Naturally, I will have to recite a few more battles to avoid being looked down upon by others. .”
Ji Yanran held his hand: "It's okay to have a few drinks, but it's not allowed to talk all night long, let alone get drunk." After all, the gangsters under him were naturally brave in battle, but they were all laughing and joking after the battle. He was in good shape, and when he was as drunk as mud, he could say anything stupid, and he was not willing to let his heart listen to dirty jokes.
Yun Yifeng said: "Isn't it okay to see it?"
Ji Yanran refused: "No."
Yun Yifeng moved her face closer, with an innocent expression: "But I'm really curious."
Ji Yanran asked: "Why are you pulling your collar?"
Master Yunmen replied, "Beauty tricks."
As the saying goes, a hero is saddened by a beauty, not to mention that besides being beautiful, this beauty is also very active and enthusiastic. She tore off most of her collar, revealing a snow-white neck and chest, which is lively and fragrant.
Ji Yanran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, you win, I promise."
Satisfied, Yun Yifeng fastened his collar and sent him back to practice his kung fu, while he carried Diao to the next door to find the killer, and said sincerely: "Zhu'er can take the initiative to tell my life experience, thanks to brother Mu."
Mu Chengxue looked at him, "How much money does Master Yunmen think his life is worth?"
"We're all friends, so it's not easy to talk about money." Yun Yifeng handed the fat mink over, without changing his expression, "Why don't I cook a pot of dangshen, Tianma, Huangqi, angelica, red dates, and wolfberries for brother Mu... let's talk about my heart. "I originally wanted to say black-bone chicken, but fortunately I remembered in time that the killer is a vegetarian.
Mu Chengxue's stomach churned unconsciously.
He said, "Get out of here."