Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Ji Cheng raised the corners of his lips, glanced across his brows, pondered for a moment, and then whispered, "I know you are good at raising eagles and beasts, and you hold more than a dozen sea greens in your hands. I don't need you to work for me." , as long as you can successfully deliver this letter to Dayan, you will be helping me."

Just as he was talking, Ji Cheng took out a letter from his arms and handed it to him.

Ji Fa lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on the envelope. It was empty without writing a word.

Raising her hand to take it, Ji Fa felt that the envelope weighed a thousand pounds. Ji Fa tightened her thin lips and said in a heavy tone, "Third brother, have you had an easy time in Dayan these years...?"

Ji Cheng raised his head to look at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, his expression was a little dazed, and his voice was light and airy, "It's better than here anyway. The Concubine De of the Yan Dynasty has no children, she treats me as her own child, and cares about me. Great care.”

Hearing what he said, Ji Fa felt relieved and whispered, "That's the best."

"It's just..." Ji Fa paused and persuaded patiently, "The Great Khan is very suspicious. Third brother should be careful in the future and never be as reckless as today."

Ji Cheng looked at him, the smile on his lips slowly widened. After a long silence, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "Thirteen, I really saw you right."

Ji Fa didn't know why. Although she couldn't understand what the third brother meant, she could still tell that her brother was praising her. She suddenly felt ashamed and lowered her head slightly, "I'm just afraid that something will go wrong with the third brother."

His pupils reflected his handsome appearance. Ji Cheng curled his lips and whispered, "Thirteen, your luck lies behind you."

'Click' sound

"who!"

Ji Fa turned around suddenly and glanced at the source of the sound as if her eyes were quenched with poison.

With just one glance, he met the young man's gaze in the tree.

The young man sat on a branch, his left leg hanging down casually, holding up his cheeks and looking at the two people not far away, with a wicked smile on his lips, and said in a joking tone, "It's late at night, the third brother and the old thirteenth are doing it here What?"

"Ji Xuan..." Ji Fa was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously put her hand away, as if she was afraid that he would see the letter in her hand.

Ji Hyun saw all his little moves, pursed his lower lip slightly, and chuckled, "What are you playing at? Why didn't you think of not taking me with you?"

Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, taking in his expression in the moonlight, and whispered, "You sat on the tree for a long time, listening to all our words, and didn't say anything for a long time. When we were about to leave, You just deliberately made some noise to attract our attention, kid, why are you pretending to be in front of me?"

The smile on Ji Hyun's face froze, and he asked in disbelief, "Third brother, did you know I was here from the beginning?"

Ji Cheng snorted, his posture was casual, and he spoke in a neutral tone, "When I climbed up the tree and eavesdropped on others talking, you were still begging for milk in your swaddling clothes."

Ji Cheng was choked by his words and did not respond for a while.

"That's all." Ji Cheng looked at him and said in a calm tone, "You've heard everything, why don't you come down and talk?"

Ji Hyun didn't dare to go against him, so he jumped down from the tree angrily and walked quickly to the two of them.

Seeing him walking towards this side, Ji Cheng smiled and said, "Xiao Shi, I think I was very kind to you when I was young. Today, I have made up my mind whether to be brothers or mortal enemies in the future." , it’s all in your mind.”

Ji Hyun paused for a long time, and then let out a soft sigh from his lips, "I am a bastard who has only one life, and I will die if I die. But if I can do something for my brothers before I die, maybe many years later... there will be someone... remember me."

"Third brother, I will follow you."

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Ji Cheng returned to the tent under the cover of night, opened the curtain, and suddenly caught sight of someone.

Yuan Mi was wearing a peach-colored thin skirt with a blanket draped over her shoulders. When she heard the movement at the door, she leaned over and looked at it. She was holding a small lamp in her hand, which contained very few candles.

The tent was dark, with only the small lamp shining faintly.

Under the candlelight, her eyes were clear, her face was like a hibiscus, and her beauty was a bit unreal.

Ji Cheng frowned slightly and subconsciously asked with concern, "It's so late, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep until you come back."

Ji Cheng paused, his eyes fell on her, and his breathing stopped, "Are you...waiting for me?"

"Otherwise?" Yuan Mi was puzzled, tilted his head and asked, "Do I have another husband in Turks?"

"Of course I'm the only one." Ji Cheng responded hurriedly, walking a little faster, "I'll be back late in the future. If you're flustered and can't sleep, you can ask Qiu Yu to come over and accompany you."

"She originally wanted to stay here, but I drove her away. She was exhausted after running around for so long." Yuan Mi shook his head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, stretched out his little finger and pointed in front of him, and said softly, "Today At night, I saw that you were angry and you didn't even eat anything at the dinner, so you asked Qiu Yu to cook you white porridge and you were warming it on the stove."

The girl's eyes are very clean, slightly curved, and the pear dimples are slightly sunken.

So lovely.

Ji Cheng thought so, and his fingertips fell on the little girl's face. It took him a while to find his voice, "The emperor prepared those fine rice and white noodles because he was afraid that you wouldn't be able to eat them. Why do you need to use them on me?"

"I've eaten it a long time ago, why should you worry about it? It's late at night, and your stomach will always feel uncomfortable if you eat something cold and hard. It's best to drink some gruel to keep yourself healthy." Yuan Mi got off the bed with his bare feet and stepped on it. On the soft blanket, he put the lamp in his hand on the table, trotted to the stove, and pretended to serve him porridge, "This porridge has been warm for a long time, and it is just right to eat it now."

Seeing her move, Ji Cheng hurriedly stopped her, hugged her back to the bed, and said in a deep voice, "You are a princess, how can you do these things? I will do it."

Yuan Mi didn't have that many rules to talk about. He curled his lips and whispered, "Since I married you as my wife, I should fulfill my wife's duties."

"Even if you and I get married, you are still a princess. You have been before and you will be in the future. Just leave these trivial matters to me. You don't need to get involved." Ji Cheng bent over and stuffed her little feet back into the quilt. He said in a muffled voice, "I will respect you, love you, and protect you, but you just need to be yourself."

Hearing this, Yuan Mi felt hot at the base of his ears and was speechless for a long time.

While she was stunned, Ji Cheng had already gone to the stove, poured out all the porridge from the pot, and sat down at the table.

Ji Cheng held the spoon, stirred the porridge in the bowl, blew on it gently, and then took it into his mouth.

When the warm porridge entered his throat, Ji Cheng was stunned. He raised his eyes to the bed, met the girl's shining eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Is this porridge... sweet?"

Yuan Mi nodded and smiled brightly, "Does it taste good? I saw you were angry at night, so I asked Qiu Yu to add some caramel to the porridge and eat some sweets, which will make you feel better."

Her smile is sweeter than the porridge in the bowl.

His heart suddenly felt hot. Ji Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the white porridge in front of him. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and he murmured, "There's no need for maltose..."