Don’t Learn Mandarin Ducks

    Hold 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 with his father Just as silent. What happened today, I 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.

    Glancing 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 are 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, last time you made a joke, he I've been depressed for half a month, and I'm crying and shouting today, can your father feel better, he has to trouble you, why bother?"

    Brows wrinkled, the child flattened his mouth and wanted to cry again.

    When it was over, Qin Sheng shook his head and winked at Youjie, indicating that he was going to admit his mistake and stop recruiting this master.

    Shui Lingling child, looked at his face blankly, 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 need to teach a few words, let the child rest early, otherwise it won't grow taller."

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

    Li Jingyun entered the room with a sullen 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 seriously: "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 sunk his face and made a speech, Youjie knew that he was angry, but today his face was so ugly, the little guy in front of him even smiled at him He smiled, staggered two steps forward, and shoved the thing he had been holding in his hand to him.

    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 hasn't heard people mention Yin Huayue so many times in one day. People around him, old and new, have been reminded by reviewing the past. Few people make him a taboo, and Youjie used to call her mother twice to anger him only when she was really angry. What's going on today?

    "I gave you the sachet, big brother, can you take me home?" When it gets to me, I will be anxious."

    Li Jingyun thinks he may have heard it wrong: "What are you calling me?"

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

    The expression 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."

    “…”

      It's really pitiful to have such a stern father as the third master.

    However, after waiting for a long time, he did not hear loud yelling or crying.

    Broken, Qin Sheng thought, could it be that the third master was so angry that he knocked the child unconscious?

    Thinking about 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.

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

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

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

    It's so late, Mr. 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 doesn't look like it." Qin Sheng said strangely, "The one who is hurt looks like the third master."

    "The 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."

    The smile on Wen Guzhi's face slowly faded, the eyebrows were raised, and the eyeballs swayed slightly to the left.

    It's been 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 have been fighting for the throne. He has to deal with that The people of several palaces are sophisticated, and they have to go out with General Li to lead the troops.

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

    My heart skipped a beat, Wen Guzhi looked up, and saw the young master sitting in the arms of the third master and smiled 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 and is cute."

      , until today, I have not asked you where the news came from, and summoned me to the palace."

    He said this a little coldly, 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, 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 to meet the young master's innocent 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 was very happy to give He gestured, "She will embroider a lot of beautiful things, embroider this."

      Two seams.

    "My home is right there, on the street over there, the cloth village. 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 her head, lifted her robe and raised her feet: "Is that so?"

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

    It is really something Yin Huayue can do, Li Jingyun sank his eyes, pursed his lips and put down his robe, and asked, "Is she doing well?"

    "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: “…”

    Review: “…”

    "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 Tong wrinkled his face in embarrassment, and thought for a long time: "I don't know wow, my mother didn't say it, just said that my father is a very powerful person."

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

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

    "Is it funny?" Li Jingyun asked blankly.

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

      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 holding back a breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "If your father is not dead, are you happy?"

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

    Li Jingyun stood up abruptly, hugged him and walked two steps, a little angry and a little wronged, and finally 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 you don't mention daddy, I Don't mention it, big brother will take me home later, don't mention it."

    My heart seemed to be pierced by something.

    Li Jingyun folded his hands and frowned slightly.

    "Why are you like my mother, not happy when you mention my father?" Shi Xiang looked up at him, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves obediently, as if coaxing him countless times Like her mother, she said softly, "Don't be sad, don't be sad, I love you."

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

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