After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 140 The heart sinking like an ancient well moved (third shift)

Unexpectedly, the third prince smiled and said: "My lord, I am indeed at a loss."

The cold-faced guard had no choice but to say, "My lord, you are so sincere, how can you ask your subordinates to take over."

Jun Huaiqing thought for a while, and said seriously: "Just pretend you didn't hear it."

"Pfft!" She covered her mouth tightly to prevent the laughter from leaking out.

This King Shao's temperament is so interesting, it was unexpected.

Suddenly, Chu Mu took a step, stepped to the left, and then showed a concentrated expression.

She froze for a moment, a little anxious.

He was already short, but such a tall person threw a stick here, and he really couldn't see anything in his line of sight except him.

Naihe didn't dare to disturb him, so he reached out and secretly grabbed his sleeve to keep his balance, stood on tiptoe, and looked around.

The cuffs were hanging down, he moved quietly, and immediately subconsciously grasped his two small hands—arms with well-defined muscles.

Casting a glance from the corner of the eye, the little girl didn't know it, and was staring straight ahead with breathless concentration.

According to the plan, Qin Qixue was about to run out from around the corner.

This road is narrow, and when passing by, I bumped into it on purpose, and apologized for a little chat.

This is the only idea she came up with, and she still learned it from the scriptures.

So I was quite curious about the actual development of the situation.

King Shao and the others got closer and closer, and she almost saw the lotus feet of the woman on the opposite side protruding out of the brocade boots.

"Mother...Mother..."

Accompanied by the call, a small stumbling figure rushed out from the corner on her side, like an arrow off the string, and rushed towards Jun Huaiqing with a dull head——

The next moment, he was picked up by a rough guard with one hand.

"Where is the child, if you hurt the prince..."

Before all the bad words were put down, there was a thunder on the ground:
"Wow...bad guy! Mother...wow..."

The little boy was crying and struggling, with snot and tears flying on his fleshy little face, as pitiful as he could be.

"Uh..." The guard was dumbfounded.

"Don't let go yet." Jun Huaiqing reprimanded lightly.

Wu Hong gave one order and one movement, and let go without hesitation.

The baby is only about two or three years old, and this fall will cause injury.

Shocked, King Shao quickly stretched out his arms and hugged the child in his arms. The reaction force made his thin body retreat several steps.

"My lord!" Wu Ye hastily supported his master, and at the same time gave his younger brother a hard look, "You don't need to be smart, go back and receive the punishment!"

The man shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head knowing his mistake.

"Huh...it's okay, this kid is quite heavy." Jun Huaiqing heaved a sigh of relief.

Then wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and there were two women hiding in the dark.

The crisis was over, but when the little boy came back to his senses, he began to sob again, until he was out of breath.

And he seemed to believe that the gentle man in front of him was a good person, clutching the brocade robe, refusing to let go.

As a result, the skirts of the clothes were dirty and crumpled.

"My lord, let the subordinates come down..."

Wu Ye wanted to intervene, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the wailing intensified.

Jun Huaiqing stopped the guards from moving, hugged the little boy, patted it clumsily twice, and ordered: "Wu Hong, go ahead and ask, which family has lost the child."

"Yes." The rugged young man walked like flying, showing his desire to make up for his mistakes.

"What's your name, where do you live?" The third prince slowed down his tone, trying to get some useful information.

"Father's name, mother's name?" The guard tried to express his kindness.

However, the only answer to them is always wow wow...

Qin Qixue couldn't stand it anymore.

In fact, I kind of wanted to laugh again.

Especially the man's breezy and nervous look, which made her raise the corners of her lips unconsciously, and a certain part of her heart became soft.

He straightened his robes, took out his folding fan, and instead of rushing, pretended to be passing by and greeted him.

"What happened?"

Qing Lingling's voice came, and Jun Huaiqing heard the reputation, and a young master with red lips and white teeth came shaking a paper fan.

Her black hair was tied up high with a hosta, revealing her plump and smooth forehead, her brows were specially traced to show a bit of heroism, her pupils were cut, and under her straight nose, she had a bright red and small mouth.

It was a spoiled and pampered young man from a wealthy family.

It was just a momentary misunderstanding, but he soon realized that something was wrong, and when his eyes fell on his earlobe, he smiled inwardly.

For some reason, instead of exposing or keeping a distance, he became playful and replied along the way: "The young boy and his mother have separated, and they are crying so much, this little brother can do something about it?"

Little brother?Wu Ye stared wide-eyed.

The lord is... is he selectively blind? Which man looks like that?

The master took the initiative to talk, and the subordinates couldn't stop him face to face, so they had to keep a solemn face and be vigilant in the sidelines.

"You are pushing too hard, the child will hurt."

Qin Qixue sighed, and motioned for him to hold the baby's little butt.

Girls are careful, and after seeing how aunts hug younger siblings, they know better.

He adjusted his posture and humbly asked for advice: "Is that right?"

"It's okay." She nodded reluctantly.

He took out a square handkerchief and wiped away the mottled tears on his little face, then pointed at the folding fan and coaxed softly:
"Look here, little boy, there are kittens."

Xu Shi's embrace became more comfortable, and the little boy gradually relaxed. He grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand, rubbed his eyes with the other hand, and retorted inarticulately:

"Big bug...not a cat!"

She was about to praise, when she caught a glimpse of that slightly pale handsome face, she suddenly thought of King Shao's physical condition, deliberately stepped back a few steps and said in surprise:

"Huh? Did you read it wrong? Do you want to come to sister... er brother and have a good look at it?"

"want!"

As soon as the pestering little thing left, the oppressed chest finally felt a lot better.

Jun Huaiqing smiled wryly at this dilapidated body, watching the young boy rushing towards "little son" excitedly.

She squatted halfway, held up her folding fan, and spoke vividly:

"There are three big worms, what are they doing on the mountain?"

"eat!"

"That's right, they are going to catch small animals to eat, which one is the most powerful..."

The eloquence is eloquent, describing a picture of "Tiger Descending the Mountain" as an interesting comic strip.

The breeze blew by, blowing the loose hair from the woman's temples, and the watery eyes were smiling, shining brightly.

The bright warm sun shone down, and it seemed that a ray of light covered the slender figure.

This picture is quiet and beautiful.

His heart, as silent as an ancient well, beat violently.

Some people, you know right away, can't be friends.

And some people, at the first glance, can give birth to a strange impulse.

It's an instinct, not controlled by emotions at all.

He thought that if he had penetrated the secular world early, he would never feel this way.

After half a cup of tea, Wu Hong led a woman with a bamboo basket in a hurry.

It turned out that the sachets were sold at the gate of the temple, no wonder this kid dared to come near the meditation room.

"Huzi, why don't you hurry up and thank the two nobles!" the woman urged with red eyes.

"Thank you."

The little boy hooked Qin Qixue's neck, pursed his mouth, and took a sip.

Then, not forgetting another gentle big brother, he ran over and waved.

Jun Huaiqing hesitated and leaned over.

(End of this chapter)