The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Seventeen twisted Jingyun into the house.

Jing Yun’s heart was immediately unbalanced. Why did the sister use the hug, but he used it?

He is not a chicken!

Ah, seventeen brothers are too eccentric!

More eccentric is still behind, after entering the hall, he did not give Jingyun a love hug, nor did he put Jingyun gently, but threw it through the curtain and threw Jingyun into the inner room.

Jingyun: "..."

However, the imaginary pain did not come. He fell to a person's lap. The man sat cross-legged and held a book in his right hand. It seemed that he did not know that he would fall over, bowed his head and looked at him strangely.

Ji Mingxiu looked at the little things that suddenly appeared in his arms, raised his eyebrows and said: "It turned out to be an acquaintance."

“Hey?” Jingyun heard a word, and soon recognized him, his eyes lit up, “Uncle Uncle?”

Ji Mingxiu saw his broken pants, sitting on his lap in one hand and slowly rolling his right trousers on the other hand: "Injured, hurts?"

Jingyun feels that he should shake his head. What is this little injury? As the only man in the family, he is very strong, but somehow, in the arms of Uncle Uncle, he does not want to do this, and he is so stunned.

Ji Mingxiu put him on the raft, and the movement was gentle. He turned and took the medicine from the cupboard. One bottle was a liquid and one bottle was an ointment.

Uncle Uncle is so good, more gentle than the seventeen brothers, the mother is not so gentle, the mother kissed him and his sister, always yelling at them.

Ji Mingxiu dipped the potion with gauze and gave Jingyun a fine cleaning of the wound on his knee. Seventeen were often injured. These things were done in Ji Mingxiu. Jingyun didn’t feel much pain, and the wound was cleaned. The medicine is also rubbed.

Jingyun jumped to the ground: "Thank you Uncle Uncle!"

In the end, it is a child who grows up hard and is not as spoiled as a big family, but still hurts.

Ji Mingxiu glanced at him and said, "Why is that person chasing you?"

Jingyun wrinkled his face and said: "I don't know, I woke up, he was in my yard. He couldn't beat my mother, and I caught it."

Ji Mingxiu’s light: “Can there be other people?”

Jingyun shook his head: "No."

Wu Dajin, who was put down by Xiaobai, was directly ignored...

"Do you know who I am? How dare you tie me? I didn't get angry, put me down! Otherwise, I can't eat you!"

Outside the house, there was a voice of a black man shouting.

Jing Yun smashed his eyes and looked at Ji Mingxiu. Ji Mingxiu stood up and went out.

The black man had been captured by the seventeenth and hung upside down on the tree with a rope. On the way to escape, he took off his night clothes and was wearing his own uniform.

Ji Mingxiu glanced at him and faintly said: "Qingyiwei?"

This sound is so familiar!

The black man looked at each other slyly, and although he had only one reflection, he still recognized the unique ice jade mask, the girders, the first power - Ji Mingxiu!

How could this be?

This deep mountain forest, an unremarkable thatched house, how can you live in the pilgrimage? !

No, you should ask, what do you do in this place in the middle of the night?

And if this person is Ji Mingxiu, the young man who just fled his own feet is --

The only surviving child in the dead camp, seventeen?

It's no wonder that I can't beat it. Under the whole world, no one is an opponent of seventeen.

The black man finally realized that he had kicked the iron plate, and he said with awkward sorrow: "I don't know if the adults are here, it disturbs the adults, and the adults are forgiven."

"Do you think I can forgive you?" Ji Mingxiu asked.

The black man understands that the other party is not saying that he is chasing an innocent child, but that he is likely to have broken the secret that he should not know. He knew that he would not pursue the child, and he really regretted it.

He daringly said: "Small, just chasing a child, what the adults are doing here, little know nothing, but also looking at the adults to see the friendship with my family, put a small horse."

Ji Mingxiu was careless: "Is this relationship with your family prince? When?"

The black man was stunned.

The king and the prime minister grew up together as young, and they were brothers in a muddy pile. They had never come and gone since they left the office in Enbo.

He is really stupid, which pot does not open which pot!

Ji Mingxiu turned into the house.

Jing Yun originally sneaked on the window sill and could watch it for a long time. He didn't look at it, so he slept.

The little body was half-hanged on the window sill, and the face on one side was pressed out of a piece of meat. The small mouth opened slightly and flowed out of the crystal saliva. It was a bit more nasty than the usual little old man.

When Ji Mingxiu stepped forward, he gently carried him into his arms and wrapped it in a cloak.

At this time, the floor slammed and opened a hole. Someone climbed up from the "hole" and was an elder in his fifties.

He gave Ji Ming a ritual: "The Lord."

Ji Mingxiu nodded slightly: "Zhongbo."

Zhao Zhong frowned: "Why did the people of the king of the king find it here, are we leaking the wind?"

Ji Mingxiu shook his head: "He was mistakenly hitting and chasing a child to catch up."

Zhao Zhong leaned over and looked at the sleeping child carefully. His clothes were the same as ordinary countrymen, but the face was too beautiful, and it seemed... much like someone.

The complexion is a change: "This child, how is it like..."

"Do you also feel like?" Ji Mingxiu interrupted him.

Zhao Zhong nodded succinctly: "Is he the flesh of the king?"

Ji Mingxiu holds Jingyun, Shen Yu for a moment: "I don't know."

Zhao Zhong holds a fist: "The Lord, this child can't stay!"

"Why?"

Zhao Zhong looked at the Jingyun in his sleep: "When I heard the king, I was so fluent, and he looked like the king of the king. It is the flesh and blood of the king. If he is in the future, he will recognize the king. Tell the king of the huts to the king, we will be exposed! Oh, everything is still too late, quickly remove him! For the future!"

"Who looks like who is the flesh and blood?" Ji Mingxiu smiled and said, "He may also be mine."

Say, take the mask, "Is it like?"

"Lord!" Zhao Zhong was anxious, took his mask and put it on him. "This time, how do you still have a mood to laugh?"

The young master is who he grew up watching. What is his nature? How could it be outside?

Ji Ming’s face does not change color: “I didn’t laugh, I’m twenty-seven, and Zhongbo wouldn’t think that I didn’t touch a woman outside?”

"This..." Zhao Zhong lived.

Ji Mingxiu smiled and said: "There is no need to discuss this matter and retreat."

Zhongbo reluctantly held a fist: "...Yes."

When I walked out of the house, there was no black man under the tree, only an empty rope, and a pool of blood that had not been dried.

Ji Mingxiu holds Jingyun and goes to the north of the mountain forest.

Seventeen did not walk well, flew around the tree, and the birds were soaring and the leaves fell.

A fallen leaf fell on the face of Jingyun, and Ji Mingxiu took it away, looked at the sleeping face in his arms, and shook his head with a funny smile.

His son?

He can't remember what he did.

Little guy, to save you, the truth has been put on the festival, you better not to smash the king's flesh, understand?

------Off topic ------

Jing Yun [shock]: Dad! I am your own!

Qiao Wei: Hehe

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