The Legend of Chu Qiao: Division 11’s Princess Agent

Chapter 119

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At the beginning, Zhuge Yue could still frown and ignore him, but soon his expression became loose. He almost roughly pulled the child up from the ground, and then looked at him angrily.

The child was frightened by him, and he pursed his mouth and shouted: "Daddy..."

"Don't call me Daddy again!" Zhuge Yue shouted angrily.

Unexpectedly, just after finishing speaking, Zhuge Yue saw the child looking like he was about to cry again. Zhuge Yue sighed and said helplessly: "If you don't call me this, I will let you stay here."

Xing Xing was clever, immediately overjoyed, and hurried forward and said: "Mo'er, call me Uncle, call me Uncle and you can stay here!"

"Uncle...uncle..." The child didn't seem to know what uncle meant, so he followed suit. Seeing that Zhuge Yue's face softened slightly, he suddenly yelled and rushed forward, hugged Zhuge Yue's neck, Crying, "Uncle, my lord... kill... father and mother... set fire... kill Mo'er... blood... woo... dead people..."

With just such a title, he regarded Zhuge Yue as a relative, and complained to him in tears. There was no deep-seated hatred in that voice, maybe he didn't know what hatred is, he was just simply afraid, sad, and didn't like or hate it, but, these emotions that seem to be very indifferent at the moment will definitely be In the years to come, change, take root, germinate, and grow into a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of seeds of revenge.

Just like Yan Xun today.

And the enemies he remembers now are just adults, who don't know their identities, backgrounds, status, or even their surnames and first names. He only knew that the people who killed his parents and relatives were not children, but a group of adults. And now, these adults are hunting him down, not allowing him to eat, sleep, or go home.

This time, Zhuge Yue didn't push the child away. The child's small body was shaking from crying, and he hugged his neck vigorously, as if he was a relative.

Xing Xing's eyes were red, and then said: "Sister, I'm leaving, I'll come back tomorrow."

Just as the child was about to leave, Chu Qiao grabbed her suddenly, turned around and took a small dagger, handed it to her, and said very seriously: "Xing Xing, be careful, if there is something wrong, come and find sister."

The child immediately burst into a big smile, and she waved to Mo'er, then took a careful look at Zhuge Yue, and then walked out.

The wind outside was very cold, Chu Qiao stood up and blocked the door, seeing the child walking a long way, she still didn't forget to turn her head and wave to her. In the darkness, she couldn't see her face, she could only feel that she was talking to herself, but the wind was so strong, she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

Everything is like a reincarnation. Looking at the child who has gone away, she seems to see herself. Something collapsed in her heart, and the wind in the wilderness was blowing, and she suddenly felt very cold.

"Do you feel familiar?" A faint voice sounded behind her, and Chu Qiao turned her head, only to see that the child was still nestled in Zhuge Yue's arms, her small shoulders trembling unceasingly, as if she was still crying. Zhuge Yue looked at her, the years quickly went back in their eyes, and everything seemed to be back to the starting point. At that time, they were so young, but it seemed that they had endured more things.

Chu Qiao smiled lightly, "He is such a strong and good boy."

With a whistling sound, the wind rose flatly, rolling up the dim yellow loess. The wilderness is so quiet, there are no nocturnal birds in the sky, only a dark cloud floating from afar. "Uncle, I'm hungry." The child was tired from crying, and his dark face was streaked white with tears, which was very funny. He unceremoniously broke the peace here, bit his fingers, and protested to the relatives he had just met as a matter of course, "Mo'er starved to death."

Well, temporarily throwing away those sad emotions and the past, Zhuge Yue looked at this little guy who was not as tall as his own legs, frowned and said, "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." the child frowned, thinking hard, and then asked, "Is there any abalone soup?"

Zhuge Yue frowned and said, "No!"

None of this? The child continued to ask, "Is there any golden roast pigeon?"

Zhuge Yue's complexion was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "No."

"Do you have steamed shark's fin?"

"No… "

"None of that," the child frowned dissatisfiedly, looking suspiciously at the relative he had just met, doubting the financial ability of the other party, "Then... then there must be golden roasted suckling pig, right? Uncle, Moer is not vegetarian..."

Zhuge Yue's face was going dark, and a child can wink, so he immediately sighed, and reluctantly said: "Then...then...you can have some stewed meat, but...just want venison, I don't like it The stewed pork and beef are also barely."

Zhuge Yue was furious immediately, grabbed the child and said angrily: "Little brat! Are you kidding me?"

"Woo..." the child cried as soon as he could cry, and said aggrievedly while crying, "Okay, pork is also fine, uncle, you are so poor!"

This may be the first person in the world to say Zhuge Yue is poor in front of him.

Looking at them, Chu Qiao suddenly felt better. She put down the curtain, walked in with a smile and stooped, picked up the porridge beside her and said, "You haven't eaten all day, let's have some porridge first."

Aggrieved, the child picked up the bowl, then stuck out his little tongue and licked it lightly, as if the porridge was poisonous.

But after he took a sip, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he picked up the bowl and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

"Sister, this porridge is really delicious!" The child smiled and was very happy.

Chu Qiao sighed, what is delicious, this porridge is cooked by Zhuge Yue, how can it be delicious, it's just that he is hungry.

"Hey! Kid, don't call her sister." Zhuge Yue said in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Huh?" The child glanced at him, then ignored him and continued to drink porridge.

"Sister, it's really delicious."

"I told you not to call her sister."

The child frowned, a little disgusted at the man who interrupted his meal, frowned and said, "What's that called? Mother?"

"What mother?" Zhuge Yue was a little annoyed, having an awkward relationship with a four-year-old kid, "Don't bark if you tell me!"

"What's that called?"

"Call... Call Xing'er..."

"Star?"

"It's Xing'er..."

"No," the child shook his head resolutely, and said with personality, "Mo'er can't remember, she will get confused."

"You brat!"

This kid is really smart, they are all wondering if they have been tricked...

When I was away from home, the situation was not good, and I had to adapt to many things.

For example, at night, a blanket is spread on the ground, Chu Qiao lies on one side, Zhuge Yue lies on the other side, and the little one just lies in the middle. The child smiled very satisfied after lying down, and then said: "Daddy said that he and mother have something to do at night, so it has been a long time since Mo'er was allowed to sleep with them. That's good, uncle and sister don't have to do business."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhuge Yue was drinking water when he was choked and coughed loudly.

Chu Qiao also blushed, slapped the child on the head lightly and said, "There are so many words, go to bed quickly."

Knowing that she was not angry, the child raised his head and smiled, got into the quilt a few times, and closed his eyes happily.

The wind was so strong at night that it made the tents rattle.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in from the outside, Chu Qiao didn't sleep, a little guy who was being chased suddenly appeared beside her, there were many things to plan.

Feeling that the blanket on the child was kicked off by him, Chu Qiao stretched out her hand, wanting to pull the quilt for the child.

But as soon as the hand was stretched out, it met a slender hand. In an instant, as if getting an electric shock, Chu Qiao withdrew her hand, her fingertips were cold, but her face turned red.

Zhuge Yue also seemed to be stunned. He walked around the box and covered the child with a quilt. The air in the tent was a bit weird. No one spoke, only slightly deep breathing could be heard, which sounded low in the tent. Occasionally, there were children smacking.

"Have you not slept yet?" Zhuge Yue's voice was a little low, but he was sober, obviously he hadn't slept all the time.

"Well," Chu Qiao nodded, and said softly, "I'm a little worried."

The wind picked up again, and the whirring sound was like the cry of wild animals. Chu Qiao was worried that it might rain tomorrow.

"Go to sleep." Zhuge Yue said slowly, then turned over and said nothing, Chu Qiao thought he was already asleep. After a while, his deep voice sounded again, mellow and gentle, but very firm and reassuring, "There is me."

The wind outside was so strong, but suddenly, it was so warm inside the narrow tent.

As long as there is a tent, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not be able to blow in.

In the middle of the night that night, a fast horse galloped quickly and rushed directly into the camp, bringing news that Fourth Master Feng was in Xianyang.

At that time Yan Xun was sleeping, but he couldn't sleep well, and before Tanma entered the camp, he suddenly woke up from his sleep. With cold sweat running down his forehead, he actually dreamed about the child from Ouyang's family. Along the way, he had seen that chubby kid smiling many times, and several times he wanted to approach him curiously.

But in the dream, he saw the child holding a knife in his hand and looking at him covered in blood. Then, the child suddenly raised the knife, but instead of sticking it into his body, he stabbed it firmly into the seat. In the heart of Chu Qiao beside him. The child was covered in blood, looking at him with gloomy eyes, smiling like a ghost crawling up from hell, and yelled fiercely: "I will destroy you, everything about you!"

"Ah Chu!" Yan Xun was sweating profusely, his white gown was already wet with sweat. His breathing was so fast, and he kept thinking about the previous nightmare in his mind.

"Cut the grass and roots, cut the grass and roots..." Yan Xun kept muttering like a nightmare, then suddenly, he raised his head and shouted, "Come here!"

"Young master!"

"Find that child from the Ouyang family immediately, and at any cost, I want to see his dead body before dawn!"

The servant froze for a moment, but in an instant, his voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Your subordinate obeys!"

"Young master!" At this time, another follower ran in, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Fourth Master Feng's messenger has arrived."

"Feng Mian?" Yan Xun frowned slowly, and said in a deep voice, "It's about time."

He strode out of the bed, put on his robe, his face changed, and he became the calm and wise King of Yanbei again. He said in a deep voice: "Let's go and see what good news he brought us from Xianyang." Before dawn, it suddenly started to rain outside, with dark clouds overwhelming, strong wind howling, torrential rain, and thunder rolling.

The forests on both sides of the valley shook violently in the heavy rain, making a swishing sound, the loess silt was everywhere, and the sky and the earth were bright white.

Chu Qiao frowned, opened her eyes immediately, and covered her mouth with one hand, she raised her head immediately, and saw Zhuge Yue half kneeling on the ground with a gloomy expression, holding a long sword in his hand, with his ears turned outward , seems to be listening carefully.