Xie Jingsheng was waiting outside the palace gate, he is now a local important minister, in the capital, he still can't get rid of the habit of serving adults. The lord's Chi Ye was pawing his hooves and humming at him, so he hurried to the side to give up his seat to the horse master.
There was also a carriage on one side, which was quiet and motionless. Although it is not a person to be afraid of, but out of respect for the late King Yan, the people inside do not move, and Xie Jingsheng is not good to come forward and raise the curtain to disturb.
Not long after, I saw Bai Jiu holding a mutton jade pendant coming out. The pace is unhurried and unhurried, walking leisurely and elegantly. Kang Fu has been accompanying him all the time, with a pleasant smile, not at all in tune with the general manager.
"My lord is now one of the few princes in Beijing, and it's not a big deal to sit in a sedan chair occasionally. Your majesty can see that you are walking back and forth, and it hurts in your heart."
Xie Jingsheng just lowered his head and sneered when he heard this. This eunuch is not a good thing, now there is still a real king of Qin in the capital, and your lord only added a two-character king a few days ago, so it is not a rule to carry sedan chairs in the palace. These words are to push the lord to continue to push the limelight, and he is just as uneasy as his master.
The jade pendant in Bai Jiu's hand turned around a few times, the smile on his lips didn't stop, and he didn't get on the horse, he just turned his eyes to Kang Fu, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and said, "Eunuch, don't worry."
Kang Fu's fair old face twitched, he bent his waist first, and said haha: "Your Excellency, what's the matter, what's the matter. The servant is also worried. Your Excellency is busy with paperwork, and your time is precious. It's not worth wasting it on the road."
The corners of Bai Jiu's lips became more gentle, and said: "I said that the father-in-law is bothering, and the father-in-law is. I still don't need a sedan chair in the palace, I don't like it."
I don't like his flirtatious sentence, it will crush Kang Fu's waist. Fortunately, he was steady and his mouth was stopped. He only dared to put a smile on his face, and respectfully said please. Knowing that he didn't like people waiting to see, he hastily apologized and retired.
Xie Jingsheng gave a soft pooh: "This old guy has bad eyesight and a dark heart."
Bai Jiu hooked the tassel of the jade pendant with her fingertips, turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage. Xie Jingsheng stood behind and looked around, but the people inside were still sleeping. He said dumbly: "This... the son of the world is really amazing."
From their return to Beijing all the way to the present, this world almost always uses sleep to settle boredom.
Bai Jiu got into the car directly, and said to Xie Jingsheng, "Let Chiye run ahead."
Xie Jingsheng responded, and after Chiye started to run, he turned around and got into his carriage, and followed Bai Jiu's carriage.
Once the curtain is closed, the car is a little dark.
There was a young boy curled up on the mat, his body was not fully opened, he looked thin, and he was curled up with the pillow like a shrimp. His crown hair, which he combed neatly in the morning, was all messed up, and a few strands of hair covered his eyes, and he slept in a dark sleep.
Bai Jiurao looked at it with interest for a while, stretched out his hand, and the cold jade pendant slid down to his face, and he sighed lightly when it was cold, and even rubbed against it. Bai Jiu brushed aside the strands of hair that covered his eyes, revealing a side face that was innocent and sleeping soundly.
This kid doesn't look much like King Yan, nor does he have the heroic spirit of his brothers. Like Princess Yan, she should be more refined.
There was a clang as the carriage shook, probably because it ran over a rock. Xin Yi hugged the pillow and rolled a few times, bumping into Bai Jiu's knee. Bai Jiu kept staring at his spinning face, seeing that he couldn't wake up, so he raised his leg and rolled him over again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he retracted his legs, Xin Yi rolled back with a grunt, and insisted on leaning against his knees to sleep. He fell asleep again and again, not moving at all.
Bai Jiu stared at his sleepy face for a while. After choosing between throwing it out and kicking it out, the child rubbed his face against his knee again, sleeping with a contented expression like a cat. Bai Jiu frowned slightly, and turned her fingertips back when she was about to reach his collar.
Xin Yi slept soundly, and Bai Jiu stared at it all the way, only feeling novel.
From the moment he boarded the car in Posuo City, except for necessary activities, Xin Yi slept to death. Just let him lie on the pillow in the car alone, as if he hasn't slept in seven or eight years. He's back in the capital, and he's not afraid. Is it because he's young and ignorant, or because he's too tough to be afraid of knocking
The carriage didn't stop in front of the gate of Bai Mansion, and entered directly. Inside, Xie Jingsheng got out of the car first, and saw that Mr. Qu was already waiting beside him. The two had to exchange a few words, Mr. Qu was an old man next to Bai Jiu, and Xie Jingsheng treated him with great respect. It's just that the two went around a few times after exchanging greetings, but Bai Jiu didn't get out of the car either. The two were thinking whether to call a few words outside the curtain, when Bai Jiu got out of the car when the dark blue curtain was half lifted.
When he got out of the car, the person who was sleeping soundly leaning against his legs slammed into the wall of the car, and woke up suddenly, looking around with messy hair, and met a pair of cold and deep narrow eyes, which made him feel cold. A Jiling wakes up quite a bit.
Xin Yi opened his mouth, as if to say hello. It was probably because he opened his mouth that he realized that he was dumb, and closed it again, only smiling at Bai Jiu. Wenrun's eyes were wet, and a dimple appeared on his cheek when he smiled.
Xie Jingsheng felt that this little son really didn't look like the son of King Yan, and he was not afraid at all of this big-hearted man.
But Bai Jiu unexpectedly didn't ignore the past and turned around and left. Instead, he stretched out his hand, straightened Xin Yi's messy skirt, and said, "I'm home."
Xin Yi didn't seem to have any interest in the word home, he just followed his outstretched hand and got out of the car.
Old Qu smiled and said lovingly: "My son, Gui'an, old slave Bai Qu, is the housekeeper of your lord's house."
Xin Yi nodded and smiled at Qu.
Elder Qu said with pity: "Your Excellency, hurry up and enter the house, the table has been prepared early. The son has worked hard all the way, and he looks very thin. Now that he is at the Lord's house, he only cares about the old slave for food and clothing."
Bai Jiu had already walked in, when he heard the words, he said: "Just tidy up the residence for the son in this courtyard, and don't need to go to the side courtyard."
Qu Lao responded repeatedly, and a group of people went inside. When Xin Yi first arrived here, he didn't look around, and followed Bai Jiu quietly and obediently. Bai Jiu could see clearly from the rest of the day, and didn't know what to think, so he slowed down half a step and walked side by side with him.
"This is the main courtyard, and there is no one else but me. If you are interested in the future, no one will care about running horses here. From the side corridor here is the study, and behind it is the pine forest pavilion. There is the back door of the Qutong courtyard. , there is a square racetrack in the middle, and Chiye is there." At the end, the corners of Bai Jiu's lips twitched, and said: "There are a few Beiyang horses in the mansion, and they are also in the same place."
While he was talking, Xin Yi kept showing a serious expression of listening, and Bai Jiu patted him on the head and said, "Remember clearly."
Xin Yi nodded, the dimple never disappeared.
During the meal, Xin Yi ate more than Xie Jingsheng. Xie Jingsheng wanted to tease him, but he thought of King Ping who had died in Posa City. It's a stable, so I'm afraid I haven't had a good meal. The ridicule that had reached his lips was swallowed, and he said he would never come out again.
After dinner, Xin Yi went to rest in the room he cleaned up for him. Xie Jingsheng looked at his docile back and couldn't help but said: "Prince Ping is tyrannical, looking at the prince now, it may be even more difficult to control Beiyang."
Bai Jiu pushed the tea cover with his fingertips, mockingly said, "Who said he should go back to Beiyang?"
Xie Jingsheng was taken aback for a moment, and said: "My lord brought him into the mansion... Wasn't it for sending him back to Beiyang?"
Xin Yi is a great gift. Beiyang Sanjin only served King Yan, and the only surviving son after King Yan's death was manipulated by King Ping to make things difficult and abuse him in every possible way, but four years was enough for King Ping to be hated by Beiyang people for a lifetime. Xin Yi was dumb, and the people of Beiyang felt that he could not take on the heavy responsibility of King Yan, but this was definitely not the reason why King Ping could humiliate him at will. Now there is nothing for Bai Jiu to enter the official position, only the title of title is added with the two-character Pingding King. It sounds like it has unlimited power and power, but in fact it is already at war with the left party. Not having soldiers and horses in hand is always a hidden danger. If Bai Jiu sends Xin Yijian back to Beiyang in good health, Beiyang Sanjin will definitely repay the favor with all his strength if necessary in the future.
Bai Jiu narrowed his eyes half-closed, with a somewhat lazy attitude, "Why should I send him back to Beiyang? Beiyang people have never asked me for such a thing."
"Why is that?"
Bai Jiu flipped the lid of the tea and said, "I am willing."
Xie Jingsheng was stuck, and he didn't dare to ask you why you are happy? You don't need this, it's a trouble, if you don't throw it away early, it will be hot sooner or later, didn't you see that the Holy One didn't even want to look at his face today, my lord, you are so capricious and cute. He still wanted to maintain the demeanor of a minister on his face, so he could only smile dryly and say: "Then, it's okay to keep it, I think the son is well-behaved and cute..." As he spoke, Bai Jiu raised his head, his eyes clearly revealing Knowing his emotions, he hurriedly stopped his own voice, coughed and said: "No, the humble job just feels that the son is quiet, quiet."
But Bai Jiu smiled inexplicably, "It's hard to say."
Hard to say
Can a little mute be quiet
When the night is ugly.
Bai Jiu was still in front of the case, when he suddenly heard Elder Qu calling softly for your lord from outside the door, he dropped his pen, put on his coat and opened the door. Seeing Qu's solemn face in the light of the lantern, he frowned.
Before entering the room, you could hear Xin Yi's short scream, that short and short voice was stuck in his throat, overflowing with a sense of despair.
When Bai Jiu started to see Xin Yi being pressed between the mattresses, a little maid was afraid of disturbing Bai Jiu, so she stuffed a towel in his mouth in a panic. He was still struggling, his black and white eyes were empty and he couldn't see any human beings, his hands unconsciously scratched on the quilt, the veins on the back of his hands were stretched out, and beads of sweat kept falling down his temples.
Bai Jiu's expression turned cold, and Elder Qu said angrily, "You bastard! Take out the towel!"
Bai Jiu had already walked to the bed, without even looking at the servant girl's face, "Drag it out!"
The maid was dragged out with her mouth covered, and she didn't even let out the slightest cry. Without the clog of the towel, Xin Yi opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath, screaming intermittently.
Bai Jiu suddenly kicked over the screen beside the couch, and shouted coldly: "Get out!"
The people in the room quickly retreated without a sound, Bai Jiu took Xin Yi's fingers that were tightly pulling the quilt into his palm one by one, and clasped the fingers tightly in his hand. Xin Yi was still struggling, so Bai Jiu grabbed him onto his lap, clasped him from behind, and tied him tightly to his chest. Xin Yi clasped the back of Bai Jiu's hand with ten fingers, and the trembling of his body was clearly transmitted from his chest, and his scream gradually turned into a low cry.
Bai Jiu heard him say.
"Xin Zhen, Zhen Xiao."
Bai Jiu pressed her chin on his trembling shoulder, and whispered clearly in his ear: "This is a dead man."
Xin Yi choked with sobs and tilted his head, Bai Jiunong's dangerous eyebrows and eyes were close at hand, almost touching his cheek, but he asked as if grasping at a straw, "Is, really dead?"
Seeing the red corners of his eyes, Bai Jiu whispered again: "This is a dead man."
Drops of water hit the back of the hands surrounding him, causing Bai Jiu to frown, but dimples appeared on his cheeks, and he choked up laughing, saying over and over again: "Damn it."
King Ping deserves to die.