"What are you doing?" Yun Ling was slightly annoyed, how could anyone bully his son like this!
"It's coming soon." Sheng Qi stretched out his hand and continued to poke his son's soft cheek badly.
"You—" Yun Ling had a headache, and she felt that Sheng Qi was controlling her face.
The little guy is really tired today, not to mention the Yunling banquet, and he took a week with a lot of brainpower, and he had to fight his wits with chicken legs, and he could not drool while enjoying the delicious food...
"Get up." Sheng Qi made a crisp sound and patted the little guy's face, the force was not small.
Yun Ling waved his hand to pat Kai Sheng Qi's palm: "You can do it too, it's all red!"
Sheng Qi pursed his lips and said nothing. The little guy naturally woke up from the harassment, feeling the slight pain on Dao's face and the soft palm of his hand.
"Here." As soon as Sheng Qi's voice fell, the speed of the carriage began to slow down, and Changling's report came.
Sheng Qi pushed the car door and got out of the car, reaching out to hug the mother and son.
Yunling and Sheng Yun could see clearly that they were not at Prince Li's mansion, but the hills on the outskirts of Beijing.
"Chang Feng's grave has moved back. He has never seen Yun'er." Sheng Qi's voice fluctuates slightly.
Yun Ling was startled, a layer of heat glowed in his eyes. Sheng Qi didn't say much about Changfeng. But one thing is certain, if there is no long wind, she will not wait for Sheng Qi in the Daqi Palace.
"Yun'er, let's go see Uncle Changfeng." Yun Ling's voice was a little choked, thinking that if Chang Feng was still there, he would definitely play well with Yun'er. That was the Shadow Guard, and the man who was the least like the Shadow Guard, had fulfilled his duties with his life and guarded his master, but he didn't have time to say goodbye to this world.
Changfeng's tomb is clean, simple and simple. Mo Ye had already waited there a step earlier, and when he saw Sheng Qi and Yun Ling coming over, he stepped aside.
Mei Ye also walked into the cemetery, reaching out and pulling out the only grass head on it.
Then the shadow guards who followed all appeared, and the all black in the night, these people who existed like shadows, made Sheng Yun's eyes curious.
The breathing of the shadow guards is inaudible. This is the greatest weapon of the shadow guards. They exist silently and perform their duties all the time. If it weren't for the master, they would never show up for the rest of their lives, and they might not see the sun for the rest of their lives.
"I'm coming." Sheng Qi stretched out his hand and hugged Sheng Yun, then knelt down with worry!
"Lord!" Mo Ye, Mei Ye, Chang Ling and other shadow guards were shocked!
"Yun'er, remember Uncle Changfeng. Without him, there wouldn't be you." Sheng Qi's words are affirmative, although the shadow guards believe that he is a god-like existence. However, Sheng Qi knew very well that without Chang Feng's sacrifice at that time, he would definitely not be able to retreat with his whole body, and all the following would be a dead end.
"Chang Ling." Sheng Qi called out, and Chang Ling immediately presented a scroll of paintings.
"Open."
Chang Ling opened the scroll, it was a portrait of Chang Feng, painted by Sheng Qi. Today he wants Sheng Yun to remember, remember this person, and remember this name.
The little guy's gaze fell on the picture scroll. Although Sheng Qi didn't say anything, after Sheng Yun could speak, he would come to Changfeng tomb every year on his birthday and Changfeng's memorial day.
The light in front of the grave is very bright, and the scroll of Changfeng goes to accompany him with the incense candle...
Shadow Guards, Shadow Guards, the most powerful weapon, the most solid protective shield.
"Ha—" On the carriage, the little guy yawned often, his big round eyes were a little hazy.
"Go to sleep." Sheng Qi stretched out his hand and squeezed his son's face in a soft voice.
The little guy blinked his eyes, and suddenly crawled sideways into Sheng Qi's arms, dancing with his little hands and feet. That appearance is full of coquetry, and it is accompanied by soft words of babbling.
Sheng Qi smiled slightly, and reached out his hand to rub the little guy's back: "Go to sleep."
"Ah-" A soft, creepy voice, Yun Ling watched the movements of the father and son, and Qingdai condensed. I always felt that during my confinement period, the father and son had reached a certain tacit understanding, and she was excluded.
Not happy!
However, in Yunling's depression, Sheng Qi reached out and fished her into his arms. The little guy threw himself in his mother's arms, and his father pressed and rubbed his hands, he was so comfortable that he smiled.
With the cold wind blowing in the late autumn, as we walked all the way to the city from the outskirts of Beijing, the carriage rolled over the fallen leaves that fell on the ground, making a crisp sound. Mixing with the creepy laughter of the baby in the carriage, Mo Ye's expressionless face softened slowly, and the corners of his slightly drooping mouth were slightly hooked.
Mei Ye sat in the car, but Changling was driving the car, and both of them were very quiet, and even their breathing was precipitated, as if they had melted into the night.
In fact, it wasn't just them, all the shadow guards who were following at the moment listened carefully to all these sounds. Not only the creepy laughter, but also the whispers of the man and woman, it won't miss all the small noises. It is so soft, warm and popular, some warm flow slowly dissipates in their hearts.
Well, this is what they want to protect-the warmth of the palace.
"Red Law -" Chang Ling suddenly reined his horse, Mei Ye scattered a handful of powder from her arms, and then threw a few porcelain bottles into the night sky.
"Qiangqiangqiang—" The sound of the sword being unsheathed one after another, and it is not rare to hear the sound.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Ling smelled blood. There was a faint sound outside the carriage, but there was no violent movement.
At that time, Mo Ye led the shadow guards to quickly kill the encirclement. This group of shadow guards who had experienced the baptism three or four years ago had greatly improved their skill and acuity.
"The prince, the princess, are from the Qiu clan." Mo Ye's response was brief, and Yun Ling's face sank when he heard the words.
At this time, Princess Jincheng's voice appeared in front of the frame: "Princess Li, Ouyang Mingnuan wants to talk to you."
"Shoo-" Princess Jincheng's words fell, and a cold light shot from the frame she was blocking.
Princess Jincheng didn't avoid it, she saw one corpse and two lives!
"Leave your life." Yun Ling said.
At this time, Princess Jincheng found that the cold light changed its trajectory in her heart, and it instantly sank into her left shoulder! The blood and heat flowed out, smearing her white robe, pure as the white robe of the moon.
Princess Jincheng reached out and clicked the acupuncture points herself, then tore off the cloth on the cuffs and tied the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Let's go." Yun Ling didn't open the car door to look out, but she didn't want to see Princess Jincheng.
"Go back." Sheng Qi ordered.
Chang Ling raised his whip, ignoring Princess Jincheng who was in the middle of the road, and just turned in the direction of the carriage and passed by him.
"Wait!" Princess Jincheng was stunned. She thought Yun Ling would come down to meet her, especially since she didn't mean to kill her, didn't she
"As a human being, you must be self-aware. I won't kill you, just because as a mother, I don't want to destroy a fetus in the womb. But next time, I don't think the shadow guard will let me see you. I— I owe nothing to anyone, and I am not ashamed of anyone in this world."