Chapter 88

Holding him firmly, Qin Sheng also felt puzzled. The young master followed the third master. Although he was only two years old, he rarely cried like an ordinary child, and most of the time he was as taciturn as his father. What happened today, cried so much.

Back at the inn, Qin Sheng took off the green collar for him, and saw that he was wearing red and yellow silk clothes with lion patterns embroidered on the corners of the clothes. Something was wrong.

"Is this what the young master is wearing today?" He raised his head in confusion and asked the lieutenant next to him.

A group of big men, how can a girl be attentive, the lieutenant listened to his question, and was a little confused: "Is it this one, right?"

With a glance at him, Qin Sheng frowned and asked, "Little Master, where did you get your clothes?"

The child looked at him in panic, and said aggrievedly, "My mother did it."

"You really..." Qin shook his head angrily, "I've said it many times, I can't be angry with your father, your father can't listen to this, the last time you made a joke, he was gloomy for half a month. Crying and shouting, can your father feel better, he has to trouble you, why bother?"

The brows were furrowed, the child's mouth was flat, and he wanted to cry again.

Qin Sheng's face collapsed, and he wanted to coax him again, but Li Jingyun pushed the door from outside and stepped on the floor of the inn, making a dull sound.

When it was over, Qin Sheng shook his head, winked hard at Youjie, and motioned him to admit his mistake and stop recruiting this master.

The Shui Lingling child stared blankly at his face, reacted for a while, and really stopped crying.

Qin Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to Li Jingyun with a smile, and said, "It's getting late, you just have to teach me a few words, let the child rest early, otherwise it won't grow taller."

After saying that, he bowed and walked out and closed the door.

Li Jingyun entered the room with a calm face and sat down, half-closed his eyes and glanced at the little guy standing in front of him, and asked coldly, "What's so beautiful about this little broken town?"

Scratching his head, the child answered earnestly, "The red lantern is beautiful."

"Then why didn't you come back with a lantern?" Li Jingyun said solemnly, "Worthy of the scolding your Uncle Qin received for you?"

He used to run on his son like this. Usually, when he turned his face and said something, Youjie knew that he was angry, but today his face was so ugly, the little guy in front of him even smiled at him and staggered two steps. He stepped forward and shoved him what he had been holding in his hand.

Li Jingyun looked down and saw a sachet containing wormwood.

"This is going to be taken back to my mother." He said in a milky voice, "If you are not happy, I will give it to you first."

Li Jingyun: "..."

He hadn't heard people mention Yin Huayue so many times in one day for a long time. People around him, old and new, were all mentioned by Wen Jizhi. He knew that he didn't want to listen. In the past two years, few people have made him a taboo. In the past, only when was really angry called mother twice to get angry at him. What is going on today, such a temper?

"I've got the sachet for you, big brother, can you take me home?" The child carefully grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked left and right, "If my mother can't find me, she will be anxious."

Li Jingyun felt that he might have heard it wrong: "What are you calling me?"

The watery eyes blinked, and the child repeated obediently, "Big brother."

The look in his eyes was slightly stagnant, he stretched out his hand to pick up the child, took a closer look, and his face changed.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The child looked at him innocently, and answered in a straight-forward manner, "Shi, Yin Shi."

"..."

Qin Sheng has been guarding outside the door, wanting to wait for the master to finish his lessons, and go in to help coax him. Youjie's child is born with a stubborn temper, and there is no mother's love around him. Dad, it's really pathetic.

However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear loud yelling or crying.

It's broken, Qin Sheng thought, could it be that the third master was so angry that he knocked the child unconscious?

Thinking of that scene, Qin Sheng's face was wrinkled. He had already told Youjie that he couldn't touch his father's inverse scales. Anyway, when they returned to Beijing and had the energy to find someone, it didn't matter if they acted like a spoiled child. At this time, Mrs. Zong mentions nothing except to block the third master.

Reaching out and scratching the crack of the door, Qin Sheng wanted to see what was going on inside, but as soon as he leaned forward, the door was slammed open.

Li Jingyun held the child with one hand and pulled the door with the other, frowning and looking at him: "What are you doing?"

After a dry laugh, Qin Sheng said, "My subordinates should see if there is any tea in it."

"No." Li Jingyun said, "Go and pass on Wen Guzhi to me."

It's so late, sir Wen? Qin Sheng was a little puzzled, and when he looked up, he saw that his face was pale and his expression was wrong, so he hurriedly sent a message.

Wen Guzhi fell asleep when he was suddenly summoned, and asked Qin Sheng with a smile, "Is this hurting the young master, and asked me to save him in the middle of the night?"

"It's not like." Qin Sheng said strangely, "It looks like the third master who is hurt."

"Young master is only two years old, so he has such skills?" Wen Guzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, no, you'll know when you go and have a look." After wiping his face, Qin Sheng said, "It's not like an external injury, nor an internal injury, just a bit like it was two years ago."

After a pause, the smile on Wen Guzhi's face slowly faded, his eyebrows folded up, and his eyeballs swayed slightly to the left.

After so long, he thought that the third master could slowly forget what happened two years ago. After all, these two years have been busy. Several princes fought for the throne. With General Li on the expedition, there are not many sleepy sleepers, so how can take care of sons and daughters.

The result is good, what is this thing that makes him read it?

Frowning, he stepped into the room, Wen Guzhi saluted when he heard the man above him speak directly: "Two years ago, you said that Yin gave birth to a young master."

With a jump in his heart, Wen Guzhi looked up, and saw the young master sitting in the arms of the third master, smiling at him.

This child rarely smiles so cutely, which makes him feel relieved.

"Yes." He looked at him and replied, "The young master has grown up smoothly now and is born cute."

Mo Ran's eyes stared at him motionless, Li Jingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Of all people, I have always believed in you the most, and I have little doubt about what you say, until today, I have not asked After hearing where you came from, summon me to the palace."

His words were a bit cold, and Wen Guzhi knelt down when he heard it: "Third Master."

The Adam's apple moved slightly. Li Jingyun didn't stop looking at him at first. He just hugged Shi Fang tighter and asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of person is your mother?"

Wen Guzhi raised his eyes in horror, just in time to meet the young master's sincere eyes.

"My mother, my mother is very beautiful, the skirt is so long, the black hair, the big eyes, the smile is very beautiful." Shi Xiang gave him a gesture with great joy, "She can embroider A lot of beautiful things, embroider this."

The small hand pulled the lion pattern on the corner of the clothes to show him, the tender white face was full of pride, and the speech was a little unclear, but when he mentioned his mother, his eyes became two slits with laughter.

"My home is right there, on the street over there, Buzhuang. Big brother, you take me back, and my mother will give you embroidered shoes. It's beautiful, and they all like it."

Li Jingyun lowered his head, lifted his robe and raised his feet: "Is that so?"

Shi Xiang looked down and nodded again and again: "Well, that's it."

It was really something Yin Huayue could do. Li Jingyun sank his eyes, pursed his lips, put down his robe, and asked, "How is she doing?"

"Okay." Shi Xiang patted his little chest, "It doesn't matter if my father is dead, I will be with my mother. When I grow up, I will protect my mother."

Li Jingyun: "..."

Wen Guzhi: "..."

"Third Master." Wen Guzhi trembled a little, "this, this child?"

Li Jingyun gave him a look, motioned him to shut up, and then asked, "How did Daddy die?"

Shi Fang frowned in embarrassment, and thought for a long time: "I don't know, my mother didn't say anything, just said that my father is a very powerful person."

"Oh?" The eyelashes moved, and Li Jingyun sat up straight and asked, "What's so powerful?"

Reaching out and making a gesture, Shi Xiang said in a milky voice, "The grass on my father's grave is the tallest, taller than others, so it is the most powerful."

"...Puchi." Wen Guzhi couldn't hold back, he laughed out loud, and then felt his scalp numb and his back cold.

"Is it funny?" Li Jingyun asked blankly.

Quickly pinching his mouth, Wen Guzhi shook his head sharply, moved his body to the side, and motioned for him to continue.

Li Jingyun is so angry, he fought on the battlefield, so many guns and arrows did not die, but she died in her mouth? It was she who abandoned her husband and son, and she ran away without saying a word, so why should he be the one who was going to die?

After taking a breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "If your father didn't die, would you be happy?"

Shi Xiang was startled and shook his head: "Not happy."

Li Jingyun stood up abruptly and took two steps with him in his arms. He was a little angry and a little aggrieved. Finally, he sat back and asked him in a low voice, "Why?"

"When Aunt Shuang mentions daddy, mother will be sad." Shi Xiang frowned, "Little girl should wear a beautiful dress and be happy every day, she will be happy if she doesn't mention daddy, I won't mention it, big brother later Take me home, don't even mention it."

My heart seemed to be pierced by something suddenly.

Li Jingyun folded his hands and frowned slightly.

"Why are you like my mother, you are not happy when you mention my father?" Shi Xiang looked up at him, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, as if he had coaxed his mother countless times, in a soft voice. Said, "Don't be sad, don't be sad, I love you."

It's okay not to say this, but when say it, this big brother is like his mother, and it's even more sad.

Shi Xiang used to feel bad for people, wiped his face, patted his shoulder and said, "It'll be fine when it's dawn, I won't be sad when it's dawn, I'm here to accompany you, huhu, don't cry. "