The night wind "huh" passed through the blood hole in the palm, and the bone marrow was chilled. Wang Pan didn't react for a while, he just stared at his blood-stained arm, thinking blankly, so it can still be like this ? Then the whole person flew up, as if being overturned by a huge force, first rushed to the sky, and then hit the ground with a "bang", blood mist Venus appeared in front of his eyes.
Yun Yifeng's body also limply fell forward.
Ji Yanran took him into her arms: "Yun'er?"
Yun Yifeng closed his eyes, once the tense bones were relieved, it would be difficult to support them, so he said in a low voice: "I want to sleep for a while."
Ji Yanran picked him up and took him out of the woods with big strides. Ling Xing'er also broke free from the restraint and trotted all the way to chase after him. Only a team of imperial court personnel and the third young master of Jiangmen were left behind.
"You are quite courageous, Master Wang." Jiang Lingfei condescendingly said, "You dare even touch Master Yunmen."
Wang Pan gritted his teeth and got up, spitting blood from his mouth forcefully: "Yuyumen found out the wrong news, according to the rules of the world, everyone can kill him, what did I do wrong?"
"Then did you give him a chance to explain?" Jiang Lingfei said, "What if there is indeed a treasure in the cave, but you didn't find it?"
"Impossible, even the leader of the alliance has gone, and your uncle has gone too. There will be no omissions." Wang Pan said, thinking that Yun Yifeng had already been taken away, and it would be useless to drag on, so he He limped and wanted to run, but was stopped by the imperial court, so he said angrily, "Why, people from Prince Xiao's mansion, are you going to meddle in the affairs of Jianghu?"
Jiang Lingfei asked him back: "When did I become a member of Prince Xiao's Mansion?"
Wang Pan was choked back: "You!"
Jiang Lingfei looked at the group of people under the tree again: "If you are sensible, just stand obediently, it's natural, if you want to come and help Lord Wang, it's not impossible." He slowly rolled up his sleeves and continued, "But the Baihe Gang With the Jiang family, which is more important, everyone should think about it carefully." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and punched, and only heard a "gaba", Wang Pan's nose was already tilted to one side.
Unexpectedly, when he made a move, he was deadly, and everyone gasped.
Although Jiang Lingfei usually has no good shape and looks like a playboy, but how can the Jiang family's kung fu be underestimated? Not to mention that he is still the most talented one among the brothers of this generation, coupled with his prominent background, he can be described as heaven and earth with Wang Pan, and it is a shame to compare him with Wang Pan. The dozen or so people standing there are all here to fish in troubled waters tonight, one is to watch Yun Yifeng make jokes, and to see how the normally high Fengyumen is trampled into the mud with one foot and one foot; Everyone pushes, beautiful women fall into trouble, pearls are covered with dust, flowers are thrown into sewage, these things, ordinary people can only regret, but other people are very excited and can't wait to get closer. It's just that I didn't think about it, I didn't watch the excitement this time, but let myself go in.
Everyone thought in unanimous agreement that they didn't have any deep friendship with Wang Pan. It would be worthless to offend the third young master of the Jiang family. Watching the nose, watching the heart, as if you didn't hear the unceasing screams.
Wang Pan's face was covered with blood, and he said dying, "You... you are not afraid that I will tell the leader?"
"I'm afraid." Jiang Lingfei squatted in front of him, "But don't you think that you still have the fate to meet the leader?"
Wang Pan's face suddenly lost color.
"Why do you want to chase after the master of the Yunmen? Do you think I don't know?" Jiang Lingfei said, "In order to seize the position of the master, you deceived your masters and ancestors, killed your brothers and seized your sister-in-law. You bought the news, but you killed it instead. Since this matter did not become a big deal, Li Mengzhu just turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and was too lazy to care about it, but it does not mean that he approves of your beastly behavior, let alone avenge you Xuehen, let's give up as soon as possible."
"No...don't, Third Young Master Jiang, third young master Jiang, please spare me!" Wang Pan showed panic in his eyes, and with his last breath, he backed away, and a deep bloodstain was drawn on the ground on his body. He wanted to say something more, but felt that his throat was also frozen by the ice, and in the end he just opened his mouth dumbly, like a fish at the bottom of the water, and spit out red foam.
Jiang Lingfei patted his cuffs, turned around and looked at the other side indifferently.
"Third young master, we didn't see anything, we didn't see anything." Those people hurriedly waved their hands, looking at their posture, they wished to drag the whole family to swear, the crotch of the cowards was already wet. Jiang Lingfei shook his head inwardly, he really didn't like this group of idiots who had a lot of kung fu, but saw that they were ungrateful and made trouble, and wanted to claim to be a decent family, so they got on their horses and left.
When the forest fell silent again, those people fled to the other side with weak legs and feet, leaving only Wang Pan's body lying under the tree alone, staring at the sky unwillingly.
…
The afternoon sun scorched the ground hot.
A magpie landed on the window sill, hopped and flew away after calling twice.
The censer on the table was emitting light smoke, and it didn't smell like the usual heavy sandalwood, but instead had a light sweetness, which seemed to be blended with jasmine oil. Layers of bed curtains were hanging down, gently swayed by the wind, and Yun Yifeng was sleeping soundly in the soft quilt. He was really exhausted, so he didn't want to wake up for a long time. He held the quilt with his thin fingers, and he didn't know if it was because he had a nightmare, or he was worried that someone would take away this gentle place, and he never let go of his brows.
And my stomach was growling, and my chest was so hungry that my back was pressed against my back. The dream gradually changed from a flower field in spring to chickens running on the street one by one, roasted with oil and salt and pepper.
The Adam's apple rolled, and Yun Yifeng finally woke up reluctantly. He sat up half-supported, and found that the wounds on his body had been treated, and he had changed into a new underwear. I don't know what kind of rare material it was, and it was as gentle as running water. It fits on the body, it's so light and thin that it looks like you're not wearing it, and it's very comfortable.
So Yunmen Master touched himself carefully.
Ji Yanran just opened the door and came in at this moment.
The four eyes met, Yun Yifeng calmly explained: "I feel a little itchy, and I may need to take a bath."
Ji Yanran sat by the bed: "I washed it for you."
Yun Yifeng: "..."
This kind of thing, in fact, can not be said.
He cleared his throat, and was about to ask a few questions about Ku Chan's death, but Ji Yanran had already touched his cheek with one hand, leaned over and kissed him deeply.
The lips were close together, softer than imagined, Yun Yifeng's eyelashes only had time to tremble, and the tip of his tongue was sucked, and the numbness in the spine jumped up to the top of the sky, causing the fingertips to tremble together, and the whole upper body couldn't stop She leaned back, if he hadn't clasped her waist tightly, she might just lie down under the quilt.
It was a not-so-gentle kiss. Ji Yanran hugged her in her arms, the palm of her hand just supported the burn scar, a wave flashed in her eyes, and her lips became more lingering. Together with the sweetheart, some things can be learned without a teacher, so much so that Yun Yifeng was dizzy until the back, wrapped his hands around his neck, and said softly: "I have no strength."
Ji Yanran just let him go, but hugged him even tighter in her arms. If she hadn't taken care of the wound, she might have crushed the bones.
The room was silent for a long time, after a long time, Yun Yifeng asked: "Is this an inn?"
"Yes, you have been in a coma for three days." Ji Yanran lowered her head and kissed his hair, "Didn't you agree to wait for me to go back in the palace? Who allowed you to run out by yourself, huh?"
His tone was gentle, but there was an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice. He was a person who was raised in the palace without worrying about it, but now he came to Yongle State with injuries and poison all over his body. He didn't even dare to think about what he had experienced along the way. His left shoulder, which was originally clean and flawless, now had a hideous scar, and when he wiped his body, those tiny scars that kept oozing blood, and the bruises on his abdomen... His eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a low voice, "Don't move, let me hug you for a while."
Yun Yifeng patted his back comfortingly, and took the initiative to promise: "I won't run away from now on, I really won't run away."
"In the future, no matter where I go, even the ends of the earth, I will take you with me." Ji Yanran said, "I only left you alone in the royal city twice, and came here both times, how dare there be a third time."
Yun Yifeng sat up a little: "By the way, is Xing'er alright?"
"It's okay." Ji Yanran said, "That gang of gangsters really scared her, but they were not worried about herself, but Qingyue, so they rushed back to Fengyumen yesterday."
"Fengyumen has offended a lot of people in recent years, and there are still a lot of people like Wang Pan." Yun Yifeng said, "But as I said before, there is still a need for such an intelligence agency in Jianghu, so As long as Qingyue can sever ties with me in time, and then release an awe-inspiring notice that decent heroes love to read, even if this matter is over, Feng Yumen will still be Feng Yumen."
"The matter is over?" Ji Yanran pinched his chin and frowned, "What about you?"
Yun Yifeng dodged his gaze a few times, and then he said confidently: "Naturally, he eats the prince, drinks the prince, and sleeps with the prince."
Ji Yanran rubbed her fair cheek with her thumb, leaned over to touch his forehead, and said softly: "Okay, for the rest of your life, you must stay by my side obediently, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."
The second half of life sounds like a long and beautiful promise, but for the two of them at this time, it is extremely extravagant.
It was rare for Yun Yifeng to feel sad, he lowered the other person's shoulders, and tremblingly kissed him again.
The eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly after being wet by rain and dew.
A few days later, everyone set off to return to the capital. Ji Yanran did not know where to get a large carriage, which looked luxurious and comfortable. When driving on the road, other carriages and horses had to give way to avoid getting stuck. Yun Yifeng lay comfortably inside. Compared with the exhaustion when he came here, it can be said that the sky is on earth, and even his body has eased up a lot. From time to time, he opened the curtains and smiled at His Royal Highness Xiao Wang who was riding a horse outside. Seeing that Jiang Lingfei's teeth were sore, his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, and he quickly rushed to the other side with his old friend.
When approaching Wangcheng, he simply rode his horse and whipped his whip, and ran back to find his godmother alone.
Ji Yanran asked: "There is a tea shed by the roadside, are you tired, come out and rest for a while?"
Yun Yifeng put down the scroll in his hand, and said with a sad face: "I have fallen asleep three times."
The speed of this road is extremely slow, and the sun at noon is strong, so you will only walk for a while in the morning and evening. Yun Yifeng jumped out of the carriage, stretched his sore muscles, and asked curiously, "Why are there so many people on the road?"
"In a while, envoys from all over the world will gather in Wangcheng, and merchants will naturally not miss this opportunity." Ji Yanran said, "These are well-informed, and in the first half month, there will be more people flocking Well, there are plenty of fun to watch.”
Listen, in the royal city in midsummer, there are flowers, wine, poems, songs, sweethearts, and excitement, it's very comfortable and happy. So Master Yunmen forgot that he was being chased and killed by the whole world! Holding a white porcelain teacup in his hand, he told Ji Yanran some anecdotes on the way, with a bright smile and a spring breeze in his eyes.
It's just that although the master forgets, the apprentice cannot forget. In the Wind and Rain Gate of Chunlin City, Ling Xing'er threw the large pile of letters into the brazier, and said angrily: "I'm full, and there is still a puddle of mud in my sect, so I ran to meddle in other people's business." !"
Qingyue said: "It's expected. Fengyumen has never been selfish in handling affairs. Master is usually cold-tempered. He doesn't have many friends who can help him talk. This time something happened, we can't let everyone push it." Ning Weilu Barely counted as one, but they only wrote a letter to persuade themselves to send out the Jianghu notice as soon as possible, and completely cut off the relationship with the former door owner, so as to keep the Fengyumen—but why is the former door owner
Those that Ling Xing'er burned were only a very small part. In fact, during this period of time, the Fengyumen never stopped. If you procrastinate and don't make a decision, then I'm afraid that what will come to you in the future will not be letters, but even bigger troubles. Qingyue was secretly distressed, looking at the rice paper spread out on the table, she was about to drop the ink when she picked up the pen, but Ling Xing'er grabbed her wrist and begged: "Brother, if you write it, the master of the sect will not even be able to rely on the last reliance of the Fengyumen." It's all gone."
"If I don't write, there will be no Fengyumen." Qingyue frowned, "I know you love Master, but for the present, the only way to do it is to keep the Fengyumen first, and then discuss other things."
"It doesn't matter, just don't write." Ling Xing'er gave birth to a petite temper, crying and yelling, "The Fengyumen can only have one sect master, and I don't recognize the others!"
Qingyue's hands paused, "pata" splashed a drop of ink on the paper, and looked up at her: "You think that I am the head of the greedy sect, so you must write this notice?"
"..."
The room was silent, and the lights flickered frantically, casting shadows on the faces of the two of them. After a while, Ling Xing'er lowered her head and muttered guiltily: "I didn't, I...brother, I didn't mean that."
Qingyue also had a splitting headache, she put down her pen and said, "Forget it, let's wait for a few more days, when the delay can no longer be made, then make the next decision."
Ling Xing'er stood where she was, watching him go out with a flick of her sleeves, without even looking at herself, feeling extremely wronged in her heart. He squatted on the ground with his knees in his arms, sobbing softly.
It was clear before that it was good, how could things have become like this
…
Inside the royal city, the smell of wine and flowers wafted along the moat at the same time. It is said that a few days ago, more than a dozen scholars gathered here to recite poems and drink, but they accidentally fell into the water, and they were not in a hurry to go ashore. Drunken, he wrote more than a dozen poems, which have now spread all over the Wusi karaoke club, and the musicians composed new songs, which are sung so gracefully and elegantly throughout the city.
Yun Yifeng also learned to hum a few words, and sang Hibiscus Flying Flowers, Yunsheng Hailou in the palace.
Ji Yanran came in from outside the courtyard and wrapped the cloak around his shoulders: "Have you eaten too many plums today? I heard from Old Wu that your stomach feels sore after arguing all morning."
Yun Yifeng shirks responsibility: "It's the fault of a sour scholar." What's wrong with writing, but writing green plums with sweet wine, listen, green plums with sweet wine, who can control this
"You." Ji Yanran smiled, and tapped his nose with her fingers, "If the imperial physician comes later, I'll have to mutter again."
"My lord is hiding it for me." Yun Yifeng took his hand, "There is one more thing."
Ji Yanran nodded: "Say."
"What's going on outside now?" Yun Yifeng asked, "I mean the other side of Fengyumen."
It has been five days since the two of them returned to the royal city, and Ji Yanran protected him very well during this journey. What he shouldn't have heard or seen, didn't fall into his ears, but stayed in his eyes. After living in the palace, the surrounding The servants never mentioned it - or they didn't know it at all. After all, no matter how noisy the Jianghu was, ordinary people still cared more about the latter than the royal city full of flowers at this time.
But Yun Yifeng couldn't let it go, he knew Qingyue's temperament, seemingly docile and respectful, but actually stubborn and stubborn, I'm afraid he hasn't made a decision that can satisfy the people in Jiang Hu.
Ji Yanran said: "You really don't want me to help you?"
"The rivers and lakes and the imperial court do not interfere with each other. This is a rule that has not changed for hundreds of years." Yun Yifeng said, "The prince saved me, and it can be regarded as a personal friendship, but if he intervenes in the matter of Fengyumen again, it will be unavoidable." It is suspected that the hand is too long. Li Meng will not say anything on the face, but once this example is opened, what should be done if Jiang Hu wants to intervene in the court affairs in the future? Among those people, there are many people with superb martial arts but simple minds Liu, if there is a rule to bind it now, it will not cross the line, but once the rules are blurred, it will be disadvantageous to oppose the court."
After a while, he asked again: "Now, what do people say about me?"
Ji Yanran said: "No one talks about you."
"I don't believe it." Yun Yifeng scoured the teacup, "People from the Jianghu, there are many knight-errants, and even more villains. It's too ugly, so the prince doesn't want me to know?"
"It's true that no one said it." Ji Yanran took his hand and took the tea cup over, "Maybe there were some foul words before, but after learning the lesson, no one dared to speak again."
Yun Yifeng frowned slightly: "My lord?"
"Don't worry, my lord doesn't know anything, and I haven't broken your Jianghu rules." Ji Yanran poured tea for him, "Mu Chengxue made it."
The killer will never tell the other party the reason when he does things. It doesn't matter if he is hired by someone, or he appreciates Yun Yifeng and takes the initiative to vent his anger on him. In short, he just needs to let everyone know that once he speaks bad words, it will be bad luck Yes, that's good.
It's a pity that Fat Mink still couldn't get it back.
Yun Yifeng smiled and said, "Thank you."
"There's no need to say thanks between you and me." Ji Yanran looked at him and sighed, "Besides, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have ended up where you are today."
"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, but it's not necessarily a bad thing." Yun Yifeng took his hand, "But I really want to write a letter to Qingyue, urging him to make a decision early. In one month, even the leader of the martial arts alliance will come to the door in person, and then the Fengyumen will be completely destroyed."
The two were talking, when a housekeeper came outside to report that there was news from the palace, and the emperor asked the prince to come over immediately.
"It's a rare day to rest." Yun Yifeng let go of his hand, "Go, come back earlier."
Ji Yanran moved closer, and quickly planted a kiss on the side of his face: "I guess it's for Zichuan Mitu again, if I come back late, you should rest earlier."
Yun Yifeng nodded, watched him leave the small courtyard, and went back to the house to write a letter.
Back then when he founded Fengyumen, he had already regarded it as his home. Now that he wants to cut off contact with himself, he is extremely reluctant to give up, but no matter how reluctant he is, he must give up. Besides... I'm afraid I don't have many days left. If I'm lucky, I can procrastinate for another three or five years. Then it's better to stay in the palace and watch the flowers and listen to the rain and autumn wind. As before, he ran around in the rivers and lakes every day.
When I think about it this way, I feel relieved, and I am much more stable when I write. I will no longer be full of melancholy, trembling with sorrow and showing flaws, and lose the dignity of being a master in front of my disciples!
In the palace, Li Jing was sitting in the imperial study, flipping through the stack of papers in front of him. Recently, the weather in the country is good and the borders are stable. It seems that everything is going well. The excerpts are just empty words of greetings. If you read too much, you will feel sleepy. It is more effective than tranquilizers.
Eunuch De Sheng was waiting outside, when he saw Ji Yanran coming out of the garden, he hurried forward to greet him with a smile on his face and said: "My lord, it's a good thing."
Ji Yanran was also overjoyed: "What good thing can make someone like my father-in-law, who has seen the world, happy like this?"
"The prince will know when he sees the emperor." Eunuch Desheng laughed more and more tremblingly. If ink was printed on the face and then pasted with a piece of paper, it would be possible to create a New Year's picture doll after taking it off... No, Eunuch New Year's picture.
Ji Yanran patted him with a smile, and went into the imperial study by herself.
And Li Jing was really in a good mood, even skipping the royal courtesies, he just threw a book over: "Look quickly."
Ji Yanran caught it and flipped through two pages, and saw that it was a sword manual, which seemed to have aged, and even the seal had faded away. When he saw the signature again, he couldn't help being surprised: "King Chang'an?"
"In the past ten days, the officials of the Imperial Academy have been working without sleep. They have searched every book in the palace before they found this." Li Jing stepped down from the dragon chair, "I have picked some books from the private treasury. The gold and silver treasures that cannot tell the age, filled two boxes, will be secretly sent to Changying Peak together with the Chang'an King Sword Book, and hidden in the underground palace, so that those in the Jianghu can search for it again."
What does it mean to turn around and turn around, never thought that there would be such a thing hidden in the palace, Ji Yanran was overjoyed: "Thank you, brother."
"It's because I was too impatient this time that I trapped you in the mechanism and put the master of Yunmen in trouble." Li Jing said, "Leave this matter to that Jiang Sanshao. He is your man, and he is in Jianghu. It has quite a position in the middle, and it is the most suitable."
Ji Yanran nodded: "Yes, I'll go back and give orders."
"Don't worry, this is just a good thing, and there is another good thing." Li Jing said, "Do you still remember the old man you rescued from the mouth of a wolf three years ago when you visited Qianlun Grassland?"
"I remember." Ji Yanran thought for a while, "That seems to be a veterinarian, and he also cured Feishuangjiao's leg disease."
"It's not a veterinarian, but a prairie doctor. The Feishuangjiao who treated you is just easy to do. A few days ago, he heard that you were looking for blood ganoderma. He wanted to detoxify the king of Gu, so he offered a treasure. Although it can't detoxify , but it is also an extremely rare healing product." Li Jing ordered Eunuch Desheng to bring it in, "This thing is called Jilian, and the imperial hospital has seen it, and they all say it is a good thing. After frying, let Master Yunmen After taking it, you will feel much more comfortable in the future, and you don’t have to rely on the decoction of ghost thorns to continue your life, and you can also ride a horse and practice martial arts with you.”
Ji Yanran asked again: "Is there a third good thing?"
"Insatiable greed!" Li Jing cursed with a smile, "I know you miss the people in the house, so I won't keep you in the palace for dinner, go back earlier. The imperial physician will bring this Ji Lian over tomorrow, and watch the frying in person. "
"If Yun'er's health really improves because of this, I will go to the grassland to thank you in person in the future." Ji Yanran said, "Brother Huang, I have another question to ask."
Li Jing nodded, motioning for him to continue talking.
"About the secret map of Zichuan, the mechanism box hidden in Mingya Temple, can you get it as soon as possible?"
"Of course, but this time you don't need to pick it up yourself. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the Northeast recently, so I ordered Shaocheng to come back and let him do the job." Li Jing said, "Although I feel sorry for General Zhang, who told you to be What about my younger brother? Naturally, he should take care of him more selfishly."
Liu Shaocheng is the general of the imperial court who suppresses the north, he is good at fighting in the snow, and he is also Li Jing's confidant.
Ji Yanran smiled and said, "Then I have to treat Shaocheng to a drink."
"You worked hard in the Northwest, and it's rare that you have time to spare. Let's spend more time with Master Yunmen. He really suffered a lot for you." Li Jing put away his smile and sighed, "The soldering iron that day, I I never expected it, and I don’t know how to explain it to you.”
"Brother Huang's words are serious." Ji Yanran said, "I know Yun'er's temper. He was used to bitterness in the past, and when he tasted a little bit of sweetness, he cherished it in every way and was careful in every possible way. He would rather suffer by himself than cause others a little more trouble. .”
"Go." Li Jing thought of another thing, "By the way, Master Yunmen seems to like that Feng Qiwu very much. Tomorrow I'll order someone to send it to Prince Xiao's Mansion."
Ji Yanran: "..."
When he was in his teens, because he was stubborn and disobedient to his master's discipline, he bought a Western Region musical instrument with a huge sound similar to a suona on the street, and gave it to his precious son, and taught him to become addicted to playing it. It is said that it lasted three days. It drove the house full of people crazy. At the beginning, there was only the joy of a successful prank, but now I have a deep understanding of how bad my behavior is-the devil's voice pierced my ears, and indeed my heart seemed to be pinched by pliers, and I couldn't say a word.
The old concubine said with a trembling voice: "This... is Yun'er practicing some kind of evil kung fu?"
Jiang Lingfei covered her ears and burst into tears. I'm going to go to Changying Peak to bury treasures in the afternoon, and only my godmother is left at home, so please take care! If you really can't bear it, you can go to the palace to chat with Concubine Hui, or simply live in Ganwu Hall.
Ji Yanran couldn't bear it anymore, she threw up her clothes and sat behind Yun Yifeng, holding his hands.
Cloud Gate Master wondered: "Huh?"
"This song is not good, it's too murderous." Ji Yanran bit the bullet and finished her praise, then said, "I'll teach you another song."
Yun Yifeng wondered: "So the prince can play the piano?"
It is not very good at first, but compared with you, everyone can say that they will.
Ji Yanran grasped his slender fingers, stroked the strings one by one, lightly pinching and slowly twisting, wiping and picking again, slowly flowing out an affectionate tune.
This is a song composed by the musicians in the palace. It is said that it was a June night, the lights in the royal city were very bright, and the young girls crowded by the river, setting up river lanterns in the shape of peach blossoms, hoping to meet their lovers. There was a sky full of stars reflected in the water. A scholar stood across the river, and he couldn't help but stare blankly. He didn't come back to his senses until he was pushed by his companions. He lowered his head hastily, but an embroidered handkerchief happened to float in the water, he picked it up, and a girl on the opposite side blushed.
The musician happened to see this scene, and he was also very happy, thinking that this dynasty is really good... After returning home, he composed this song, without even taking the name, so he couldn't wait to present it to the emperor.
From now on, it will be called Untitled Song, but although it is unnamed, it has emotion, and it makes people feel refreshed and happy, and their bones are a little bit soft.
At the end of the song, all the servants in the mansion breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the old concubine could finally take a nap at ease, and Yun Yifeng was already leaning on Ji Yanran's arms, only wearing a snow-white shirt in the garden full of gorgeous summer flowers. Son, look at him and smile.