Chapter 37

The man immediately blushed, touched his nose, and quickly changed the subject: "is he OK?"

"I'm here, of course." Liu Xiaoli said, but also a very strong chest, a face proud.

After a few more breaths, Wang Hu calmed down slowly under Xiaoli's professional first aid, and finally stopped twitching and relaxed.

People around all feel magical. Looking at Liu Xiaoli's eyes, they are more curious.

A child who can't look four or five years old knows medicine?

It's not easy.

Thinking about this, these people look at the cool man who accompanies Xiaoli.

This should be the father of this child. It's a blessing to have such a clever child.

Liu Xiaoli also stood up at this time. He held up his dirty hand and looked at Rong Leng. His face was innocent.

Rong Leng stooped to pick him up. The little guy raised his hand far away and didn't stain his clothes.

Rong Ling takes Xiaoli to wash his hands under the eaves. When they have finished washing, they look back and see a Chinese robe. A handsome man with outstanding features stands behind him and has been waiting for a long time.

Liu Yi didn't expect to meet the third king of the dynasty in such a place. Zhen Gemen is the leader of the capital, Rong Ling. Liu Yi doesn't know Rong Ling, but it's all the dignitaries of the young generation in Beijing. There are always occasions when Liu Yi meets him. It's a coincidence to meet him tonight. Even out of politeness, he should say something about it.

It's the worst way to deal with people who are in front of the emperor.

For example, the three brothers of Liu family have a good relationship with the four lords, the seven lords and the nine lords, but the three Lords have never been contacted.

It's not that I don't want to touch it, but that I can't touch it. There's no way to get to know each other.

Now I see it. I don't know if it's fate. It's an opportunity, at least. Liu Yi naturally wants to seize it.

When Rong Ling saw Liu Yi, he saw the other side's intention of showing affection. He rarely showed impatience. He only touched Xiao Li's head and said, "go back to the horse cart and rest."

Xiaoli answered and jumped into the carriage.

When the child left, Rong Ling looked at Liu Yi.

Liu Yi was witty and arched his hand. "I don't know if it's officer Duwei. Just now, my guards have been offended. I hope you don't have to be surprised."

Rong Leng looks at the dozens of people over there. They are all soldiers, strong and fierce. They are just simple guards?

The second son of the Liu family is in and out of the army. Now, he is a businessman in the third district of the Liu family. His servants are all of the standard of the regular army. They are better than several princes in Beijing.

"Let Leng tone light diffuse:" three childe polite

"I dare not." Liu Yi hears the displeasure in his tone, and immediately bursts into a cold sweat, but she can't think about it in her heart. Where did she make this displeasure?

He had to explain it again.

"I went to Yangzhou in person this time. I'm satisfied with this batch of silk. Everyone under me knows it's important. It's hard to avoid over defense. I hope you'll forgive me." Said, and made a big gift.

Looking at the figure with almost the whole waist folded, Rong Leng said slowly: "it's not surprising to go out and defend more."

Liu Yi sighed and said, "today, the rain is surging. I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night with you in the temple. I've got some good wine there. I wonder if you are interested in it. It's sticky and wet weather. You can drink some wine to warm yourself."

"All right." Allow edge light voice to answer, toward the fire.

Liu Yi quickly follows.

Soon someone gave him wine and meat. Rong Ling was holding the wine pot, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he looked at the direction of the carriage and asked slowly, "the silk of the third childe, but the Tianyun Satin produced by Qinshan mansion?"

"Do adults know about Tianyun Satin?" Liu Yizheng was worried about how to pull the relationship, and he was immediately delighted: "Qinshan mansion is good at producing cloud silkworms. These days, the cloud Satin can be woven by the special fire cloud silkworms. If you like it, you can send several batches to the mansion after you go back."

Let Leng casually drink wine, light asked: "how much silver a foot?"

"I'm joking. It's fate to drink and have fun today. If you don't dislike it, I will give you a gift."

"Little prince?" Rong Ling looks at him.

Liu Yi smiled, a face "I know" of the low voice: "never heard of adults married, the little son must be born by a concubine, adults rest assured, I am the most strict mouth, should not say, a word will not say."

After all, Zheng's wife is unmarried, and she has a son of four or five years old. It's not pleasant to talk about it. Besides, Rong Ling is a person who is in front of the imperial court. We should be more careful in our daily life. If such anecdotes are publicized, we should only be afraid that those imperial officials who are full and have nothing to do should make nonsense.

Liu Yi is considerate of bearing Leng. At last, she mentions the wine pot and pays homage to his emptiness.

Rong Leng put down the wine pot, and a smile flashed in her black eyes: "you said it was just that?"

Liu Yi is stunned, then suddenly, is that not the son of Rong Ling?

However, it looks quite similar. Although the child's face is round, soft and waxy, there is always a certain resemblance between his eyebrows. If it's not a father and son, I'm afraid there should be some kinship.Liu Yi hurried to remember, was it the son of the Royal Prince, or the son of the prince? But thinking about it, I didn't think of similar characters, and I didn't feel nervous. "Adult......" "That one just now, you think it's Bendu's child?" Let Leng ask in high spirits. Liu Yi touched her nose, which was very embarrassing. "You don't mind." Liu Yi just plucked up his courage and thought carefully: "that one just now, it's similar to adults, but maybe I've read it wrong. In the evening, it's dark everywhere, mostly dazzling." "You have no eyes." Rong Ling took another sip of the wine and was in a good mood: "he is the son of Bendu." Liu yiha's dry smile, but I don't know if there's something wrong with this look. Didn't you always say it's your son? Yes, you said, "you said it wrong, he didn't." the result just said he wasn't. You said "he is actually", and you deliberately teased people to play? Liu Yi sighs again. As expected, the people in front of the imperial court are unpredictable. Stop talking about business, and say two words. They can't figure it out. Rong Ling does not know that Liu Yi is full of thoughts, but what he thinks is that, as expected, everyone else can see at a glance that he is the father of the child, so his guess is right? From the first moment when Liu Wei was recognized, Rong Ling naturally loved Xiao Li. This kind of nature, as if he should be his son, and Liu Wei should have born for him. This kind of thinking is very unreasonable, but this is what he thinks. That night, she was the first time for him and Liu Wei. Liu Wei gave birth to a child. The child is beautiful and intelligent. Without his inheritance, he would never believe it.