Shi Qi twisted Jing Yun and entered the room.
Jing Yun's heart was immediately unbalanced, why did he use twisting when his sister hugged her
He's not a chick!
Ah, Brother Seventeen is too biased!
What was more eccentric was yet to come. After Shi Qi entered the main room, he didn't give Jing Yun a loving hug, nor put Jing Yun away gently. Instead, he threw Jing Yun into the inner room through the curtain.
Jing Yun: "..."
However, the imaginary pain did not come, and he fell onto a person's lap. The person was sitting cross-legged, holding a book in his right hand, as if he didn't know that he would fall, and was looking down at him strangely.
Ji Mingxiu looked at the little thing that suddenly appeared in his arms, raised his eyebrows, and said, "So it's an acquaintance."
"Huh?" Jing Yun was startled when he heard the words, and soon recognized him, his eyes lit up, "Uncle Ming?"
Ji Mingxiu saw his broken trousers at a glance, put his arm around him and sat on his lap, and slowly rolled up his right trouser leg with the other hand: "It hurts, does it hurt?"
Jing Yun felt that he should shake his head, what is this little injury? As the only man in the family, he is very strong, but for some reason, in Uncle Ming's arms, he didn't want to do this, so he nodded in a mysterious way.
Ji Mingxiu put him on the kang with gentle movements, then turned around and fetched medicine from the cabinet, one bottle was liquid medicine and the other bottle was ointment.
Uncle Ming is so kind, much gentler than brother Shiqi, mother is not so gentle, mother bathes him and younger sister, always rubbing them and screaming.
Ji Mingxiu dipped the gauze into the liquid medicine, and carefully cleaned the wound on Jing Yun's knee. Shi Qichang was injured. Ji Mingxiu was already familiar with these things. Jing Yun didn't feel much pain, and the wound was cleaned , The medicine is also wiped off.
Jing Yun jumped to the ground: "Thank you, Uncle Ming!"
After all, he is a child who grew up through hard work, unlike the pampered and spoiled children of rich families, who can roll all over the floor even in pain.
Ji Mingxiu glanced at him and said, "Why is that man chasing you?"
Jing Yun frowned and said, "I don't know. When I woke up, he was in my yard. He couldn't beat my mother, so he arrested me."
Ji Mingxiu's eyes paused: "Is there anyone else?"
Jing Yun shook his head: "No more."
Wu Dajin, who was brought down by Xiaobai, was directly ignored...
"Do you know who I am? How dare you tie me up? Before I get angry, put me down! Otherwise, I'll let you go around!"
Outside the house, there was the clamoring voice of the man in black.
Jing Yun blinked and looked at Ji Mingxiu, who stood up and walked out.
The man in black had been captured by Seventeen and hung upside down on a tree with a rope. On the way to escape, he took off his night clothes and was wearing his own bodyguard clothes at this time.
Ji Mingxiu glanced at him, then said lightly, "Tsing Yi Wei?"
This voice is so familiar!
The man in black looked at the other party suddenly, even though there was only one reflection, he still recognized the unique ice jade mask, Daliang Chao, the first prime minister—Ji Mingxiu!
how so
How could the prime minister live in this unremarkable thatched hut in the deep mountains and old forests? !
No, I should ask, what is the prime minister doing in such a place in the middle of the night
And if this person is Ji Mingxiu, could it be that the young man who kicked himself flying just now is—
The only surviving child in the death camp, Seventeen
No wonder I can't beat him, there is no one in the whole world who is an opponent of Shi Qi.
The man in black finally realized that he had kicked the iron board, and said apologetically, "I didn't know that my lord was here, and I disturbed my cleanliness. Please forgive me."
"Do you think I can forgive you?" Ji Mingxiu asked.
The man in black understood that what the other party said was definitely not because he was chasing an innocent child, but because he might have uncovered a secret that he shouldn't have known. If he had known this, he would have stopped chasing that child. He really regretted it.
He bite the bullet and said: "The little one is just chasing a child. The little one doesn't know anything about what the adults are doing here. I hope the adults will let the little one go because of the friendship with my prince."
Ji Mingxiu said casually: "The truth is that you have friendship with your prince? When?"
The man in black choked.
King Yin and the prime minister grew up together, and they were brothers in the mud, but since they left the Enbo Mansion, the two of them stopped communicating.
He is really stupid, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!
Ji Mingxiu turned around and entered the house.
Jing Yun originally lay on the window sill to peek, but after watching for a long time, he fell asleep without seeing anything.
Xiaoxiao's body was half-hanging on the window sill, a lump of flesh was pressed out of one side of his face, his little mouth was slightly opened, and crystal saliva flowed out. Compared with the usual serious little old man, he was a little more innocent and silly.
Ji Mingxiu stepped forward, gently hugged him into his arms, and wrapped him in a cloak.
At this time, the floor creaked and a hole opened, and someone climbed up from the "hole", an elderly man in his fifties.
He gave Ji Ming a salute: "My lord."
Ji Mingxiu nodded slightly: "Uncle Zhong."
Zhao Zhong frowned: "Why did King Yin's people come here? Did we leak the news?"
Ji Mingxiu shook his head: "He ran after a child by mistake."
Zhao Zhong leaned over and took a closer look at the sleeping child. His clothes were the same as those of ordinary countrymen, but his face was too beautiful, and it seemed... very similar to someone.
His complexion just changed: "This child, why does he look so much like..."
"You think so too?" Ji Mingxiu interrupted him.
Zhao Zhong nodded anxiously: "Is he the flesh and blood of Prince Yin?"
Ji Mingxiu hugged Jing Yun, pondered for a moment: "I don't know."
Zhao Zhong clasped his fists and said, "Master, this child cannot be kept!"
"Why?"
Zhao Zhong looked at Jing Yun in his sleep: "I heard that King Yin is romantic, and he looks so similar to King Yin. It is likely that he is the flesh and blood left by King Yin in the folk. If he recognizes King Yin in the future , Tell King Yin the location of the hut, and we will be exposed! Get rid of him before it is too late! To prevent future troubles!"
"Whoever he looks like is his flesh and blood?" Ji Mingxiu smiled playfully, "Then he might also be mine."
After saying that, he took off the mask, "Does it look like it?"
"My lord!" Zhao Zhong was in a hurry, and took his mask and put it on him. "At this time, why are you still in the mood to joke?"
He watched the young master grow up, doesn't he know what his nature is? How could it be possible to mess around outside
Ji Mingxiu said without changing his face, "I'm not kidding, I'm already twenty-seven, Uncle Zhong doesn't think I haven't met a woman outside, does he?"
"This..." Zhao Zhong choked.
Ji Mingxiu suppressed his smile: "There is no need to discuss this matter any more, step down."
Uncle Zhong clasped his fists helplessly: "... yes."
When he walked out of the house, there was no man in black under the tree, only an empty rope and a pool of blood that hadn't dried yet.
Ji Mingxiu hugged Jing Yun and headed to the north of the forest.
Shi Qi didn't walk well, and flew up and down the trees, frightened the birds flying around, and the leaves fell beside the trees.
A fallen leaf fell on Jing Yun's face, Ji Mingxiu took it away, looked at the sleeping face in his arms, and shook his head amusingly.
his son
He doesn't remember doing it.
Little guy, in order to save you, the truth puts all the name on it, you'd better not be the flesh and blood of King Yin, understand