If it hadn't been for him to run out on a whim in the middle of the night to explore the mineral veins, Qiqi would not follow him out.
If they all stay in the little tent, will Qiqi not be injured, and won't it be what it is now
Willfulness does not mean presumptuous.
To be overconfident is to be arrogant.
The words of my parents were still in my ears, lingering.
There was confusion on Croton's small face.
Is he too capricious and presumptuous? He always acted whatever he wanted, regardless of the consequences, so many things happened, and this time he was injured.
Those pranks that he thought were innocent, hurt the people around him.
Is he really doing something wrong
Suddenly there was a light pulling force from the sleeves, and Croton raised his eyes and met a pair of dark eyes.
The sleeping baby didn't know when he woke up, and was looking at him with a slight smile.
"Qiqi, why did you wake up? Did I speak too loudly just now and quarrel you? Are you still uncomfortable? How do you feel? If you feel unwell, I still have medicine here for you to take!" When the baby woke up, Croton immediately chirped and asked, while pulling out the small pendant from his neck, he was about to twist the lid to give the baby medicine.
The hand was lightly patted by the little baby, and Croton looked suspiciously, and saw the little baby shook his head at him, making gestures with both hands.
"It's okay? Are you really okay?"
Qiqi sighed helplessly, sat up and helped Croton peel off his shirt, pulling the person into the bed. After lying down with Croton, Qiqi's little hand patted the quilt.
sleep.
Seeing Qiqi fell asleep in a blink of an eye, Croton couldn't speak any more.
Before going to bed, he put his fingers on Qiqi's nose nervously to make sure that there was breath out, and then Croton went to sleep at ease.
When he fell asleep, the little baby next to him opened his eyes and looked at him, and smiled quietly.
"Qiqi is a member of my Nanling Palace, a child of our family! I can't control what I didn't hear. I dare to scold our wild child Qiqi, dumb and disabled, and let the Lord hear that the Lord beat you to be really disabled!"- He heard it, and Croton defended his words.
He is a member of the Nanling Palace, a member of the Liu Family Compound, and Croton's attendant. He will also protect Croton, just like Croton defends him.
In the other tent, an oil lamp was lit, and the flame flickered in the airflow, bright and dark.
The atmosphere of the canopy is also extremely depressing and cold.
Feng Qingbai stood in the center of the tent, with Wei Zi beside him, and in front of them, lying a black-clothed male corpse.
"It was still alive when I brought it back." Wei Zi twisted his eyebrows.
After he brought the person back, he immediately transmitted the voice to the master and son, and then he kept watching with his own eyes after he brought the person here. In this case, no one can sneak attack. In order to avoid accidents, he even removed the man's jaw, so that he didn't even have a chance to commit suicide.
But the man still died.
Suddenly Qiqiao bleeds and died.
When the man died, the master had just walked into the tent.
At that moment, they all heard a trace of flute sound coming from a distance.
In other words, in addition to this man, he has accomplices in the mine camp, and that person can also play the flute,
The crisis of Qiqi hasn't been resolved yet.
"Master, why is Qiqi hurt by the sound of the flute?"
Those of them who heard the sound of the flute didn't have any other feelings, except that the sound was sharper, which would not cause them any harm.
Only seven or seven. The sound of the flute will hurt him severely and cause internal injuries.
Feng Qingbai looked down, "It should be related to his physique."
"Physique?" Wei Zi was surprised, and he seemed to think of something later, and didn't ask any more questions.
As a hidden guard, staying close to his master from time to time, he knows many things.
Feng Yueguo's former Miss Bianfu contracted the plague inexplicably, and the former emperor of Beicang suddenly contracted the plague. He knew that the matter was related to Qiqi.
Then the flute sound can hurt Qiqi, I'm afraid it also has something to do with Qiqi's ability.
Thinking of this and thinking of someone, Wei Zi immediately said, "The person whom the young man ordered to let his subordinates stare at before. The subordinates have sent someone to stare at them, but are they going to be arrested?"
"Left-handed?" Feng Qingbai said the name, with a grin at the corner of his mouth, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Staring, bring it over tomorrow."
"Yes."
Feng Qingbai turned and left the tent, leaving Wei Zi in the tent to deal with the body.
At the beginning, the left-handed position was left unmoving to draw out the people behind her and see who else was behind the conspiracy.
Time has passed so long and everything has been checked. This person, for him, has no need to continue to stay.
Keeping it will only add more trouble.
In his Feng Qingbai dictionary, apart from that piece of pure land, there are only two kinds of people in the world.
Useful, useless.
It was already late at night, and the movement had completely calmed down. Under the sky of night, everything was quiet, and there were only screams of insects and the stars above.
But there are still people who still can't sleep.
One pot of wine, one drink alone, alone for the month.
After leaving from Xiaotingzi and returning to his tent, Feng Mohan turned over and over and couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he just got up and carried a pot of wine to hurt the spring and autumn.
Qiqi's pale little face lingered in her mind.
What can't be forgotten is that when he was about to pick him up and hold him, the little baby silently refused. Seeing the little baby's dependence on the emperor's uncle, I don't know why I think of my childhood.
At that time, he had no father and no mother. He began to follow the emperor at the age of two and grew up under the protection of the emperor. His dependence on the emperor's uncle may be even greater than that of Qiqi.
Only the same experience can be more empathetic.
For Qiqi, he has a little bit different feelings.
It is a pity that his parents were weak since he was a child, and he was also careful when he was a child, so he could not tell what his feelings for Qiqi were.
The only thing that is certain is that he can't be a good daddy, so it would be better to let Qiqi continue to follow the emperor's aunt. And even if he is willing to recognize this son, the little baby may not be willing to recognize him.
Not everyone wants to be a prince.
"What are you thinking about not sleeping so late?" Suddenly a question came from his side.
Feng Mohan looked at Mingyue and smiled coldly, "Thinking of someone like me, I might not know how to be a father in my life."
Feng Yi slowly approached, and sat down beside Feng Mohan, holding a hip flask in his hand, and touched the hip flask in his hand. "No one is born to know how to be a parent, not all of them are in that position. Did you learn it slowly later?"
Feng Mohan was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at her, "Have you ever thought about the situation when you suddenly had a child?"
Feng Yi paused and shook his head, "No."
There was a low and self-deprecating tone in her tone that she hadn't noticed.
It is impossible for her to have children of her own in this life, and it is impossible for her to be a mother.
"Think about it now? Think about it without breaking the law." Feng Mohan imagined himself first, "If I suddenly become a daddy, I don't know if I can do it as well as the emperor's uncle. Be a... majestic, let the child A dad who is convinced and trusted by the child."
He admired the emperor very much.