"There's a fire—put out the fire!"
"Come on, come on!"
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At this ugly night, the side courtyard of Duke Huai's mansion was filled with flames. The fire seemed strange, as if it had risen out of thin air, and then it burned blazingly, burning the courtyard clean in an instant.
The sound of collapses from time to time was terrifying, and for a while, Prince Huai's mansion was in turmoil.
Before dawn, Duke Huai was sleeping soundly on the bed, when he heard servants shouting outside, he sat up abruptly, pushed away the concubines beside him and got up.
"Who! What's going on!"
The servant hurriedly came in from the outside to report: "My lord, there is a fire in the side courtyard!"
Duke Huai was stunned: "The side yard? The side yard?"
"It's the Jinyu Pavilion near Yueyuan, the room where Miss San used to live!"
Upon hearing this, Duke Huai thought, isn't that the courtyard where the demon cultivator settled down? He took a deep breath, put on his clothes and walked out.
When he arrived at Jinyu Pavilion in a hurry all the way, the fire was almost extinguished, but the yard in front of him was too clean, and a thick layer of ashes had formed on the ground, and he didn't know whether it was because the fire was extinguished, or there was nothing in the yard. The fire is extinguished.
Fortunately, this Jinyu Pavilion is not connected to other places, it is a separate courtyard, so the fire did not spread to other houses.
This scene was a bit weird, Duke Huai swallowed his stomach, and finally took the time to tie his clothes. As soon as he walked in, he saw the little demon Xiu Xiu shivering, squatting in the corner of the yard, crying loudly.
Jiang Wuyi looked at the little milk dragon crying into a ball on the ground, and suddenly felt helpless.
And the dragon cub cried grievances, tears falling down like golden beans, as if he had been frightened by the sky, and people couldn't help but feel distressed. Even Duke Huai was a little soft-hearted, and he stepped forward and asked, "Is this child burned?" to where?"
Jiang Wuyi shook his head.
"No."
"It may have been frightened by the fire."
Duke Huai heaved a sigh of relief, frowned, turned around and shouted: "Who is on duty at Jin Yu Pavilion tonight? What's going on with this fire!"
He was furious, Jiang Wuyi pointed to Charles and said, "He set the fire."
Duke Huai was stunned: "What... what did he set fire to?"
Jiang Wuyi: "Scared."
Duke Huai was surprised: "Scared? Scared by what?"
Jiang Wuyi thought for a while, then said lightly, "Maybe it's a nightmare."
King Huai: ...
Start a fire when you are frightened
What's wrong with this
Duke Huai stopped talking. He looked at the crying teenagers on the ground, and at the abrupt and weird courtyard that had been burned to the ground. …”
Jiang Wu nodded: "Yeah."
Duke Huai smiled dryly: "I'm going to check on the situation. It's late at night, so tossing around like this is not an option. Later, I will ask someone to prepare another room for this child."
Having said that, Duke Huai murmured in his heart, don't burn the yard down for him again, but he reassessed this little demon cultivator in his heart.
It really is a formidable one.
Jiang Wuyi knelt down, gently stroked the ashes off Xiaolong's body, and said, "No, he will be with me."
Duke Huai was overjoyed and said reservedly: "That's fine."
But I was glad in my heart: it was great!
Jiang Wuyi has never been able to coax people, and he doesn't know why this little dragon can shed so many tears. Finally, after thinking about it, he reached out and patted the top of his hair, comforting: "Shut up."
Charles was afraid of him, so he subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, but couldn't stop hiccupping from crying.
The world finally became quieter, Jiang Wuyi took a deep breath, and dug the child back into his room.
The little milk dragon cried until his eyes turned black, and now he stopped feeling dizzy. He drank a few large glasses of water while holding the water cup, blinked his eyes, and then hiccupped.
He was emotionally unstable, and even a hiccup could spurt out a cluster of flames. Jiang Wu quickly grabbed it with a glance, extinguished the fire in the palm of his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you still want to burn the house down?"
Xiaolong covered his mouth belatedly, his eyes swept to the window, the fear in his heart rose again, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pull Jiang Wuyi's clothes.
Jiang Wuyi became curious and asked, "What did you see?"
Charles took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said, "I seem to have seen a wraith..."
He said the word Wraith lightly and quickly, and then described it more vividly: "Really! His eyes are going to be rotten, so close to me! Hanging from above, his skin has melted..."
He shuddered as he said: "It's terrible!"
Jiang Wuyi was silent.
It was the first time he saw a dragon afraid of ghosts.
So he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You are a dragon."
Charles nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Wuyi still wanted to say something, but he faintly felt that the explanation might not make sense, so he simply gave up.
"There is no yin energy in that courtyard. If you really see that it is true, it is either someone putting on a pose or an illusion. Even if it is really a grieving ghost, you don't need to be afraid."
There seemed to be a certain confidence in him that he always had the chance to win, which made Charles feel a little more at ease. The little milk dragon couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Jiang Wudao said: "The grievance has its head and the debtor has its owner. Ordinary grieving ghosts will not indiscriminately hurt people, but if it is a fierce ghost, I will find out."
Charles sniffed: "Then... how do you know it won't?"
Jiang Wuyi was a little sleepy, seeing that he was serious, he patiently coaxed the little milk dragon.
"How can I find you for no reason."
The little milk dragon lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you catch me for no reason..."
But Jiang Wuyi heard it clearly, couldn't help chuckling, and said meaningfully: "You can't count it for no reason."
Charles looked up in confusion, but Jiang Wuyi stopped talking and turned to go to sleep.
But as soon as he left, the dragon cub started to be afraid again, staring at the window, under the cabinet, and the dark gaps in turn. The more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt, and he hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan..."
Jiang Wuyi froze for a moment, then looked sideways at him.
The little milk dragon asked pitifully: "Can you keep the lights off?"
Jiang Wu nodded.
After thinking about it, Charles moved the bamboo bed next to him and put it together with the bed.
Jiang Wuyi raised his eyebrows, the little milk dragon looked at him carefully, and asked tentatively: "...is this okay?"
"Jiang Yan?"
Jiang Wuyi couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been called by his name so naturally.
He was in a daze, and when he realized it, Xiaolong Zizai had obediently laid down with his back to him as a tacit consent, but his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to stare at the window through a hole.
So he didn't speak any more, just lay down and closed his eyes.
Early the next morning, Charles was awakened by the aroma of food.
Jiang Wuyi had already sat at the table, saw him sitting up from the bed, his hair was messy from sleeping, and the corners of his lips curled up: "When I wake up, I will go to wash up and come to eat."
His tone was always cold, but now it was a bit soft. Charles obediently went to wash up, and when he came back, he grabbed a bun and smelled it, and put it in his mouth.
Jiang Wuyi stopped his movement with chopsticks: "Try this."
Charles looked at the two thin sticks, then at Jiang Wuyi's face, and reluctantly imitated Jiang Wuyi's posture to hold the chopsticks. However, he couldn't pick up the chopsticks after several times. The chopsticks tied a bun, and regardless of Jiang Wuyi, he quickly opened his mouth and bit it down.
Jiang no one likes to follow him.
After the two had breakfast, Jiang Wuyi suddenly called him: "Zai Zai."
"Ok?"
Charles was surprised, looked left and right, pointed to himself and asked, "Are you calling me?"
Jiang Wu nodded: "Want to go out and play?"
Charles excited: "Can you!"
Jiang Wudao: "Jing Yu sent someone this morning to invite us to visit the lake. We will have a banquet on the lake at noon. It is said that there will be a troupe from the imperial city performing shadow puppetry and flower drums."
Charles cheered up immediately: "I want to go!"
Jiang Wuyi didn't understand why Xiaolong was so easy to be happy, but when he saw him smiling, he couldn't help but feel better.
And sure enough, after breakfast, Jing Yu came with his attendants.
When he saw Charles this time, he was not as cautious as yesterday, and he was a little close to him when he saw his childlike nature. Jing Yu was not very old at all, and the two children quickly struck up a conversation, regardless of previous suspicions, and walked out of the house together.
When passing through the corridor, Charles heard some movement at the tips of his ears. He listened carefully and heard some sensitive words.
What... what Lord
He thought about it carefully, and when he turned around, he saw a group of women in splendid clothes in the garden behind, their eyes lit up instantly.
I heard from these people that the prince is a member of the royal family... Could it be that he met the princess of this country
Thinking about it, the little milk dragon immediately pushed Shizi Jingyu aside.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to see the princess first!"
"Hey… "
Jing Yu was inexplicable, and it was too late to explain, but Charles had already climbed over the railing and ran away.
But Jiang Wuben was walking behind, raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, and immediately turned around and followed. Jing Yu was at a loss, seeing that the two of them had left, he had no choice but to go together, but his heart became more and more strange.
Where is the princess from
The author has something to say: Zai Zai: Is it Your Royal Highness~
Jiang Yan: ... Heh :)
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