Chapter 1244.2

Nan guohou's lips trembled.

"You... Why don't you discuss such a big matter with me? You just advocate sneaking into the palace at night? Do you know how dangerous it is? It's a matter of killing your life!"

Of course lianque knew. He said, "we just want to go in and fill Song Zhi with medicine and leave. I didn't expect this to happen."

"Wang thought it would be like this? Don't you know where the palace is? Even if you don't know the power, it's just that lianque is confused and has such a bad idea!" Even though nanguohou's tone meant to blame, he was more worried.

After all, lianque was the orphan he saved and had been with him for more than 20 years.

I've long regarded it as my own son!

Can you take it easy?

Lianque is also very worried: "the most important thing now is lianque's safety. You'd better hurry to find a way to save him."

The Duke of Nanguo heaved a deep breath, frowned and was very worried. He was silent and said, "people are now in the hands of the second Lord. I believe the second Lord will strictly extort a confession from him. Lianque naturally gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but once he couldn't ask anything, lianque's life would be gone."

Bai Yin is worried about this.

"No, he was caught to cover me. I can't let him kill me. I'll save him!"

Turn around and go. "Stop!" Nanguo Hou stopped him in time, quickly walked around to him and analyzed the situation, "are you going to save people now? If you don't save people, you're going to die? The second king's house must be heavily guarded. Even if you insert a pair of wings, it's difficult to fly in. Moreover, the king's house is so big that you don't know where the lianque people are locked up

Place. "

"But I can't ignore it."

"But I can't ignore your life! In short, don't be impulsive, I'll find a way."

"What can I do?"

"Leave this alone." Nanguohou seems to have made up his mind.

I'm thinking about it.

At this time, the housekeeper has also sent the clean clothes.

Knock on the door and say, "Lord Hou, here comes the clothes."

Nanguo Hou said to him, "OK, I'll do it! Go and change into clean clothes first, stay here tonight, and hurry out of the city early tomorrow morning."

"I can help!"

"Ah Jin, don't you understand?"

"...." Baiyin looks at him. The Duke of the southern kingdom told him very seriously, "you are the prince of Huyi and the future king! When the time is ripe, avenge your father and mother. If people know that the deceased son of the former king is still alive, you will be killed! The king of Huyi will never let you go. Now, I have

Jing is planning everything for you. You can't have an accident now! So all you have to do now is wait! "

Baiyin is silent.

In fact, the so-called king has no idea. Nanguohou guessed his thoughts and grasped his arm: "ah Jin, I wanted you to live safely, but your life is not a safe life. What you have in your bones is the blood of the royal family of Huyi. The world is destined to be yours. You have no choice! Think about you

Father, think of your mother. "

Baiyin matters, Yabei!

Blue veins burst out on his forehead.

Hatred, family and country are his responsibilities!

That night, he stayed in the Marquis house.

But I didn't want to rest.

On the one hand, I worry about the lianque, on the other hand, I think about the words of the southern marquis.

My heart is at sixes and sevens.

He was sitting in the room when a small head popped out of the door.

"Who are you?"

The voice is tender.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yin turned her head and saw a child standing at the door with a small body and big eyes looking at herself.

Those eyes were full of doubts.

"Who are you?"

"My name is amo." The little guy came in from outside and blinked a few times.

AMO?

Baiyin suddenly said, "are you the son of the southern Marquis?"

"Yes."

He heard Ji Yunshu talk about taking a son by caesarean section in the broken temple.

I'm sorry. This is my cousin.

It's cute!

With a straight face, he asked seriously, "it's so late. Why are you here?"

AMO said, "let me see you."

"Look at me?"

"You know what? You are the first person my father asked to live here. You must be a big monster, so my father is afraid of you and let you live here, right?"

Big monster?

Bai Yin couldn't understand what the little guy said.

Waving his hand, he didn't want to talk nonsense with him. He just said, "you'd better go quickly. There are no big monsters here. If you don't go again, there will be ghosts to catch you."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts!" Ah Mo raised his head and looked seriously, "Dad said, there are no ghosts in the world, so I'm not afraid."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

But ah Mo came up to him and poked his arm with his finger.

Then mumble and whisper something.

The little eyebrows were wrinkled.

Fat hands.

When Bai Yin was confused, ah Mo stretched out his small arms and legs to his knees.

After struggling for a while, his soft body finally sat on his lap.

Bai Yin is confused.

"What are you... Doing?"

Ah Mo weighed his thigh with his ass and said, "Dad said that the big monster can't touch or sit, or it will eat me in one bite. However, I touched and sat, why don't you eat me?"

Bai Yin: "

He was worried and flustered, but after hearing what the little guy said, the dark clouds in his heart suddenly dispersed a lot.

Ah Mo affirmed, "so you must not be a monster!"

Bai Yin showed a spoiled smile and touched his head: "of course I'm not a monster, I'm your brother."

"I'm calling your brother."

"I mean..." he stopped talking and put away his smile. "Forget it, I'll tell you, you won't understand."

"Then I'll go to bed." Ah Mo slowly shrunk down from his thigh.

With his feet on the ground, he rushed to the door.

He left without looking back.

He got up, chased for a few steps, stopped, then went to the windowsill and watched the little guy leave.

So lovely

He inadvertently put his hand on the windowsill.

I don't know what happened in my palm. I feel uneven and it's very sharp.

As soon as he moved his hand away, he looked down.

I saw what words seemed to be engraved on the wooden windowsill by sharp tools such as daggers.

Because of the long time and perennial friction, the handwriting is not very clear.

His fingertips flitted across the engraved lines one by one.

There was a pain in my mind.

Vague memories suddenly rushed up.

In the hazy, he seemed to see a small figure lying on the windowsill, holding a carving knife in his hand, puckering his ass and carving some words on the windowsill.

The handwriting is crooked.

But in the twinkling of an eye, the memory dissipated.

His eyebrows tightened and his eyes shifted from the handwriting carved on the windowsill to the heavy rain outside.

In the distance, it was dark. I wonder if the lianque is safe now?