Nanguohou's lips trembled.
"You...why don't you discuss such a big thing with me? You are just advocating for the Ye Qian Palace? Do you know how dangerous this is? It's a matter of life-threatening!"
Of course Lian Que knew, he said, "We just wanted to go in and give Song Zhi some medicine and then leave. We didn't expect this to happen."
"Wang thought it would be like this? Don't you guys know what the palace is? Even if you don't know how powerful it is, it's fine, but even Que is confused, and he even came up with such a bad idea!" Even the tone of Nanguohou It has the meaning of reproach, but more, it is worry.
After all, Lian Que was the orphan he rescued and had followed him for more than twenty years.
Treated like a real son for a long time!
Can you be in a hurry
Lian Que is also very worried: "The most important thing now is Lian Que's safety. Let's hurry up and find a way to save him."
The Marquis of Nanguo sighed deeply, frowned deeply, was very worried, and remained silent for a while, and said, "The man is now in the hands of the second prince, and I believe that the second prince will definitely force him to confess. If you ask anything, Lian Que's life will be lost."
Saying this, Bai Yin was anxious.
"No, he was arrested to cover me. I can't let him die for me, I'll save him!"
Turn around and leave. "Stop!" The Marquis of Nanguo stopped him in time, walked around him quickly, and analyzed the situation, "You are going to save people now. If you don't save people, you will die? The Second Prince's Mansion must be heavily guarded. You just have a pair of wings attached. It’s also difficult to fly in, and the palace is so big, I don’t know where Lian Queren is locked up.
place. "
"But I can't just ignore it."
"But I can't care about your life! In short, don't be impulsive, I will find a way."
"any solution?"
"Don't worry about this." Nan Guohou seems to have made up his mind.
I was thinking about it in my heart.
At this time, the housekeeper had also brought over clean clothes.
He knocked on the door and said, "Master Hou, the clothes are here."
The Marquis of Nanguo said to him, "Okay, I will handle this matter! You go and change into clean clothes first. You will live here tonight, and go out of the city in the morning tomorrow."
"I can help!"
"Ajin, don't you understand?"
"..." Bai Yin looked at him. The Marquis of Nanguo told him very seriously: "You are the prince of Huyi and the future king! When the time is right, you will avenge your father and mother and concubine. If people know that the late king's son is still alive, you will It will cause death! King Hu Yi will never let you go. Now, I have
I am planning everything for you, so nothing can happen now! So all you have to do now is wait! "
Bai Yin was silent.
In fact, the so-called king, he did not have any ideas. Nanguohou probably guessed what he was thinking, and grabbed his arm: "Ajin, I originally hoped that you could live in peace, but your life is not a peaceful and stable life, you have Hu in your bones. The blood of the royal family, this world is destined to be yours, you have no choice! Think about yours
Father, think of your mother and concubine. "
Bai Yin needs to be careful!
Veins burst out on forehead.
Hatred, family and country, are all his responsibilities!
That night, he stayed in the Hou Mansion.
But did not want to rest.
On the one hand, he was worried about Lian Que, and on the other hand, he thought about the words of the Marquis of Nanguo.
Heart up and down.
He was sitting in the house when a small head suddenly appeared outside the door.
"Who are you?"
Childish voice.
Hearing the sound, Bai Yin turned his head to look, and saw a child standing at the door, with a small body crooked and big eyes looking at him.
Those eyes were full of doubts.
"who are you?"
"My name is Ahmad." The little guy walked in from outside and blinked a few times.
Ah Mo
Bai Yin suddenly asked, "Are you the son of the Marquis of Nanguo?"
"Um."
He had heard Ji Yunshu talk about the fact that he had cut off his son in a broken temple.
Dare to love, this is his cousin.
It's so cute!
With a stern face, he asked solemnly, "It's so late, why are you here?"
Ahmad said, "I'll come and see you."
"Look at me?"
"Did you know? You were the first person my dad let you live here. You must be a big monster, that's why Dad was afraid of you and let you live here, right?"
Big monster
Bai Yin couldn't understand what the little guy was saying.
He waved his hand, unintentionally talking to him, and only said, "You better leave quickly, there are no big monsters here, if you don't leave, there will be ghosts to catch you."
"I'm not afraid of ghosts!" Ah Mo raised his head with a serious face, "Dad said that there are no ghosts in the world, so I'm not afraid."
"Why are you so disobedient?"
However, Ah Mo walked in front of him, stretched out his finger and poked his arm.
Then he murmured something softly.
Little eyebrows frowned.
Fat little hands.
When Bai Yin was confused, Ah Mo stretched out his small arms and legs to his knees.
After struggling for a while, the limp body finally sat on his lap.
Bai Yin was stunned.
"what are you doing?"
Ah Mo rubbed his butt on his thigh a few times, and said, "Dad said that the big monster can't be touched, and it can't sit on it, or it will eat me in one bite, but I touched it and sat on it, you Why didn't you eat me?"
Bai Yin: "… "
He was originally worried and panicked, but after hearing what the little guy said, the dark clouds in his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.
Ah Mo affirmed: "So, you must not be a monster!"
Bai Yin showed a doting smile and touched his head: "Of course I'm not a monster, I'm your brother."
"I'm calling your brother."
"I mean..." He hesitated before speaking, and put away his smile, "Forget it, tell you, you won't understand either."
"Then I'm going to bed." Ah Mo slowly shrank back from his lap.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he hurried to the door.
Left without looking back.
He got up and stopped after a few steps, then walked to the windowsill and watched the little guy leave.
so cute,
His hand inadvertently hit the window sill.
I don't know what I touched in the palm of my hand, I feel uneven, and it is very awkward.
He moved his hand away and looked down.
I saw what seemed to be engraved on the wooden windowsill by a sharp tool such as a dagger.
Because of the time and the friction over the years, the handwriting is not very clear.
His fingertips swept across the engraved lines one by one.
A pain in my head.
Fuzzy memories came flooding back immediately.
In the haze, he seemed to see a small figure lying on the window sill, holding a carving knife in his hand, pouting his butt and carving something on the window sill.
The writing was crooked.
But in the blink of an eye, the memory dissipated.
He frowned, and his eyes shifted from the handwriting patterns carved on the windowsill to the heavy rain outside.
In the distance, it was pitch black. I don't know if Lian Que is safe now