Patrol's sweetheart baby

Amid Fengsheng Qingyuan's singing, Tang Xiaotang's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

There was a pair of gentle hands caressing his cheeks, and there was a melodious singing in his ears.

Drowsiness is getting stronger.

Tang Xiaotang's eyelids gradually closed, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

Too sleepy.

I really want to just sleep like this, all the time, all the time.

Tang Xiaotang fell asleep on the table.

At first, Xie Jinbai thought that Tang Xiaotang had just returned from a high fever and was tired, so he fell asleep listening to the singing.

Until, he tried to call out a few times, but Tang Xiaotang still didn't move at all. Only then did Xie Jinbai realize that something was wrong.

Xie Jinbai was sitting on the seat, her peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling on weekdays, didn't smile at all at the moment, and stared coldly at Feng Sheng, who was holding the wuqin and singing a cappella in the middle of the hall.

"What did you do to him?!"

"Master Xie, isn't he blind and deaf? Didn't you see that Feng Sheng was just playing the piano and singing?"

The strings in Feng Sheng's hands didn't stop, even if he was speaking irritating words, because of his soft voice, it was another ecstasy in his ears.

Xie Jinbai's eyes were cold, and he was not moved by Feng Sheng's stunning demeanor.

There was a cold warning in his eyes, "I advise Miss Fengsheng to tell the truth."

"Feng Sheng is telling the truth."

Xie Jinbai's eyes suddenly darkened.

His hands were also clapped on the table, the wine glass jumped up, Xie Jinbai put his index finger and middle finger together, and with the help of internal force, swung it out, and the wine glass flew straight towards Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng hugged Wuqin, stood up and stepped back, hair and clothes flying up.

In front of her, there seemed to be an invisible air shield covering her tightly, and the wine glass urged by Xie Jinbai's internal force never got close.

Xie Jinbai mobilized his body's internal strength more and more.

The cup spun rapidly, and the breath around Feng Sheng fluctuated.

"Hey, hey, hey! Feng Sheng is just letting that young master sleep well and have a dream! Do you want to be so cruel!"

While complaining, Feng Sheng stomped his feet, and the bells on his feet jingled.

Following his movements, the invisible air mask in front of him fluctuated forward swiftly.

Xie Jinbai waved his sleeve to block him, and before the air mask was still a certain distance away from him, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it away.

The gas mask, including the cup, was torn apart suddenly.

Xie Jin raised the white crane felt, and firmly protected Tang Xiaotang, who was lying on the table, in his arms.

"Boom"——

The cup shattered.

It fell on the floor covered with velvet, and there was a not-so-clear sound.

From the beginning to the end, Tang Xiaotang in his arms was never affected at all.

"Who are you, deliberately approaching me, Tong Tang'er, and what is your intention?"

The way Xie Jinbai looked at Feng Sheng was no longer cold enough to describe it.

Feng Sheng hugged Wuqin, smiling brightly, "Feng Sheng is just Feng Sheng, as for what Feng Sheng wants to do, why did Feng Sheng tell you?"

Xie Jinbai put down Tang Xiaotang in his arms.

With a flash of his figure, he approached Feng Sheng, and Wu Ti's sharp blade was already touching Feng Sheng's slender, fair neck.

Feng Sheng recognized Wu Ti, his face immediately changed, and he asked extremely corruptly, "Why is 'Wu Ti' in your hands?"

Xie Jinbai slowly pursed his lips, "Why should I tell you?"

Contemptuous and disdainful.

"you!"

Feng Sheng's speech has always been easy to kill, but this time it was the first time that Xie Jinbai was so angry.

"With such a beautiful neck, I don't know if the blood that flows out is also extraordinarily beautiful?"

Feng Sheng scolded Xie Jinbai for being a lunatic in his heart, but said in his mouth, "Master Xie, why not try? But, be careful. If you accidentally cut off my head, then my lord's The little boy will... never wake up again."

—

"Little Guoer, wake up, wake up."

Someone called him.

The voice was all too familiar.

Tang Xiaotang rubbed his eyes, struggling to open them.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled.

"Ah, mother?!"

Tang Xiaotang's eyes widened.

He was afraid that he didn't really listen to it, so he fell asleep after listening to it?

Otherwise, how could he dream of A Niang?

"Sleep fan stared, Auntie doesn't even recognize it?"

Yu Yu put down the needle and thread in her hand, put aside the soft hat with the tiger head pattern she had sewn, smiled, and poked Tang Xiaotang's smooth forehead.

Tang Xiaoyan subconsciously held A Niang's hand.

A small hand, holding a soft, white hand.

A Niang's hands were warm and soft.

Tang Xiaotang stared at his little hand holding A Niang without blinking, a little taken aback.

He let go of A Niang's hand as if he was burning, and hurriedly looked down at his body, and found that his body had also become smaller at some point!

So, is he really dreaming?

Still dreaming that I went back to my childhood?

"What's the matter? But what kind of nightmare is it?"

Seeing that the expression on Tang Xiaotang's little face was not quite right, Yu Yu looked at her son worriedly.

"No, no. Mom, I miss you so much..."

Dreaming about my own mother, how could it be a nightmare?

It doesn't get any better than this dream!

"Auntie! Auntie!"

He jumped for joy and threw himself into Yu Yu's arms.

Tang Xiaotang was a chubby little boy when he was a child, quite heavy.

Being thrown by her son like this, Yu Yu was so unprepared that she almost fell off the bamboo mat, but her hands still held the little chubby in her arms firmly.

Tang Xiaotang, who almost got into trouble, got up from A Niang's arms, knelt on the bamboo mat, put his little hands neatly in front of his knees, and apologized softly, "A Niang, I'm sorry."

Tang Xiaotang was always mischievous and couldn't sit still.

When he made a mistake, he would only act coquettishly and shamelessly. It was rare for Yu Yu to see him apologize so obediently, and she was not even a little bit angry, "You. Be more careful next time."

"Uh-huh."

Tang Xiaotang obediently responded.

"There was a thunderstorm just now, maybe it will rain later. Xiao Guoer, can you go back to the house with Auntie first?"

"it is good."

Yu Yu tidied up the half-sized clothes and needlework on the bamboo mat, and led Tang Xiaotang back to the house with one hand.

"Boom--"

Sure enough, not long after the two returned to the house, a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

The heavy rain poured down.

Lights came on inside.

Yu Yu took a piece of pumpkin pie she made by herself, handed it to him, and hugged him to sit on the stool.

She sat under the lamp by herself, and continued to make the tiger-head soft hat at hand.

Tang Xiaotang was very familiar with the scene in front of him.

When he was a child, he often woke up in the middle of the night and would see A Niang sitting under the lamp, sewing his little clothes, shoes and socks.

At that time, he didn't understand, he didn't understand that he obviously had so many clothes, why A Niang still made him such small clothes, and felt happy because of it, happy to have new clothes to wear.

Tang Xiaotang put down the pumpkin pie in his hand, came to A Niang's side, and persuaded in a low voice, "A Niang, stop sewing. Your eyes should be tired when you turn around."

Yu Yu stopped her needlework, raised her eyes in surprise, "You child, what happened today? Why are you so sensible?"

In the past, as long as he was given a piece of food in his hand, he only cared about eating.

Tang Xiaotang groaned, "Didn't Tang'er be ignorant before?"

"Of course she is sensible. My Tang'er is the most sensible in the world."

Yu Yu smiled and touched her son's round face.

Tang Xiaotang raised her chin proudly. Not long after her 17th birthday, she turned back into that innocent and carefree young man in front of her mother.

"Tang'er is good. I'll play with you when Auntie finishes sewing this tiger-head soft hat. Huh?"

Thinking that Tang Xiaotang was bored and wanted her to play with her, Yu Yu hugged Tang Xiaotang back on the stool again.

Tang Xiaotang was depressed.

He is not really a four or five-year-old doll, and he needs his mother to accompany him all the time.

He was really worried that his mother would come tired.

Tang Xiaotang was forced to sit back on the stool again. He took the pumpkin pie, but didn't eat it, but kept staring at his mother.

Mother's hands are very skillful, no matter what style of embroidery is in her hands, there is nothing out of shape.

Lifelike, very realistic.

Tang Xiaotang looked at his mother for a while, and then stared at the tiger-head soft hat in his mother's hand.

Tang Xiaotang remembered this tiger-head soft hat.

He still remembered that because the needlework of this tiger head was complicated, A Niang sewed for several days without having time to play with him.

In memory, it seems to be such a thunderstorm weather.

He lost his temper at A Niang.

Angrily, he snatched the unfinished tiger-head soft hat from A Niang's hands, and threw it on the ground, arguing and clamoring, asking A Niang to play with him.

In the end, A Niang couldn't hold him back, so she decided to put down the needle and thread for a while and play with him in the house.

That day, he fell asleep after playing tired.

The next day, when he woke up, he saw the yellow tiger-head soft hat that had already been sewn.

Not long after that day, my mother suddenly fell ill, and then her health deteriorated, and she couldn't get up again.

For many years later, every time he thinks about that day, he will regret that he lost his temper with his mother.

This time, Tang Xiaotang obediently sat with her for as long as Yu sewed under the lamp.

Probably because Tang Xiaotang didn't make trouble this time, Yu Yu finished the tiger head soft hat ahead of schedule.

"Come on, little Guoer, come and try."

Yu Yu beckoned for Tang Xiaotang to pass.

Tang Xiaotang jumped off the stool, and Mrs. Yu put the tiger-skin soft hat on Tang Xiaotang's head.

"Mother, does it look good?"

Tang Xiaotang shook his head on purpose, and the little tiger on his head shook accordingly, looking extremely cute.

"nice."

Yu Yu smiled softly, with tears in her eyes.

Tang Xiaotang pretended not to notice the tears in her mother's eyes, and worked harder to make her happy.

"hiss--"

"Mother, what's the matter?"

"nothing……"

"Let me see!"

Tang Xiaotang took his mother's hand involuntarily, but saw a hole in Yu Yu's tiger's mouth.

Tang Xiaotang saw blood stains on the scissors.

It turned out that when Yu Yu was packing up the scissors just now, she accidentally got cut by the scissors.

Tang Xiaotang was busy taking out the veil from the bamboo basket with scissors and needles and thread, and was about to stop the bleeding of A Niang, but found that the wound on A Niang's body was slowly healing.

Suspecting if he had read it wrong, Tang Xiaotang rubbed his eyes desperately.

"Little Guoer, what are you doing? It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

Tang Xiaotang put down his hand to rub his eyes, but saw his mother standing by the bed, beckoning him to go to bed.

Tang Xiaotang ran forward in small steps, and raised Aniang's injured hand without any explanation.

No!

Not to mention a wound on it, there is not even a scar!

"Little Guoer? What's the matter?"

Tang Xiaotang opened his mouth, but suddenly closed it again.

Yes.

How could he forget that he was in a dream?

Injured in the dream, of course there will be no trace left.

Tang Xiaotang then shook his head.

Mother and son went to bed one after another.

Yu Yu hummed a song as usual to lull Tang Xiaotang to sleep.

"Aniang, why do you sing Nansang's old songs?"

When she was a child, Tang Xiaotang didn't know that her mother hummed the old song of Nansang, but now that she knew it, she couldn't help asking curiously.

Yu Yu's singing stopped suddenly.

She lowered her head, looked at Tang Xiaotang who was lying on the bed, and asked with a stern expression, "How did Tang'er know... Mother is humming an old song from Nansang? Who, who told you?"

Yu Yu's eyes were flustered, and even her voice trembled slightly.

After all, Tang Xiaotang was not really a three or four-year-old Mengtong, so he noticed the panic in his mother's eyes.

I don't know if it's because he was too young in the dream, but when faced with his mother's seldom serious expression, his little face immediately said with a little uneasiness, "I, I don't know..."

Seeing that Tang Xiaotang seemed to be frightened by her attitude, Yu Yu quickly softened her tone, "Tang'er think about it carefully, who told you?"

"I, I really can't remember..."

"Tang'er, remember. If you hear someone singing such a song in the future, you must stay away from them, understand?"

"why?"

"No reason. In short, you remember what A Niang said. Do, do remember!"

Just as Tang Xiaotang was about to ask clearly, suddenly, the figure of his mother scattered in front of his eyes.

"Auntie!!"

"Auntie!"

Tang Xiaotang yelled and woke up.

The scene in front of me changed from blurred to gradually clear.

Xie Jinbai's face gradually and clearly appeared in front of him. "Small, Brother Xiaoyu?"

"It's me. How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xie Jinbai helped Tang Xiaotang sit up.

Tang Xiaotang looked around and made sure that he had really woken up. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Neck, my neck is a little sore... Brother Xiaoyu, did I fall asleep, and I slept for a long time?"

Tang Xiaotang only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a dream, and dreamed of A Niang, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed of.

Xie Jinbai glanced at Feng Sheng who was still sitting on the seat and fiddled with the wuqin casually. He didn't mention that he had been in a coma for two hours. He just avoided the seriousness and said lightly, "It may be because you have a high fever and your body is still relatively weak. Let's go back to rest first Okay, okay?"

"Oh, good."

Tang Xiaotang got up together with Xie Jinbai in a daze.

When he got up, he caught a glimpse of the broken wine glass on the ground inadvertently.

Tang Xiaotang was a little surprised.

He slept so deeply that he didn't even hear the glass break.

Xie Jinbai took Tang Xiaotang into his arms and left.

"People are gone?"

Yun Lan lifted the bead curtain and walked out from the back of the hall.

Feng Sheng casually placed the Wuqin by his feet, and replied lazily, "Yes."

"Feng Sheng, do you think that young master Tang will be the Holy Son?"

"Feng Sheng doesn't know, and Feng Sheng has never seen a saint. Didn't Aunt Yunlan say that the young master looks very much like a saint?"

"It looks very similar... I once thought he was the Holy Son. However, you just cast phantom sound on him, and he has no ability to resist at all. If it wasn't for that Lord Xie who was vigilant and attacked you, If you interrupt your phantom sound technique, he is afraid that he will really die in your illusion."

Feng Sheng leaned his hands back on the chair casually, shaking his legs, "Aunt Yunlan, could it be just that people are similar? Look at that young master, not to mention the magic sound technique, even a little bit of internal strength is useless. No. And how could the Holy Son become a man's favorite?"

"You haven't seen the saint. He really looks very similar to the saint... Let's observe again, let's observe. It's just that we not only failed to find out the identity of the young master this time, but instead took that Mr. Xie Completely offended, if you want to get close to that young master in the future, I'm afraid it will not be so easy."

"So I said, we should directly stun those two people, use a knife to cut a knife on the young man's body, if the wound heals directly, take him away directly. If it is like a mortal, the bleeding will not stop, no matter whether he is a crow or not. The lineage of the clan shows that he does not have the inheritance of the Wu clan on him, but is just a mortal. It has nothing to do with us."

"You put it lightly. Your phantom sound technique is ineffective against Xie Jinbai, and drugs may not be effective against him. If you fight, are you sure you can beat him?"

Feng Sheng got angry, "Who said Feng Sheng can't beat him?!"

"Okay, okay, okay. Fengsheng is the best. Fengsheng is invincible in the world. Okay?"

"Humph."

"Fufeng County can't stay for long, let's leave here first. It's best to go to Chun'an first to investigate the life experience of that young master."

Yun Lan said seriously.

"Feng Sheng still thinks he can't be the Holy Son."

How could the Holy Son be a stinky broken sleeve!

—

Tang Xiaotang was carried back to the government office by Xie Jinbai.

For some reason, when he got off Fengsheng's painting boat, he suddenly suffered from a leg disease that he hadn't suffered for a long time, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't walk at all.

Xie Jinbai carried Tang Xiaotang back into the room and put him on the bed, "Wait for me in the room, I'll go back to the room to get some ointment."

Xie Jinbai knew very well that the reason why Tang Xiaotang's legs hurt this time was entirely because of the cold that fell into the water before.

Before, he had temporarily suppressed his pain with muscle-promoting ointment, but it never cured the root cause. That's why the old disease relapsed again today.

Tang Xiaotang grabbed Xie Jinbai.

It was so painful that cold sweat broke out, but he still said bravely, "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much."

"Xiao Jiu may not be back. Even if I was, I would just go up to get the medicine and come down soon."

Xie Jinbai lowered her head and kissed the corner of his lips comfortingly.

It was clear that he had seen through the small thoughts in his heart.

Tang Xiaotang's ears were hot, he gave a low "um" and let go.

Xie Jinbai went upstairs and saw Ping An guarding the door.

Xie Jinbai knew in his heart that Ji Yunqing must have returned to the government office, otherwise Ping An, who was the personal servant of the emperor, would not have returned alone.

"Four sons."

Ever since Ji Yunqing lived in Xie Jinbai's room, it was the first time that Ping An came forward.

He quickly saluted Xie Jinbai, with a respectful smile still on his face.

Xie Jinbai also politely returned the gift, "I want to go in and get something, please let my eunuch inform me."

Unexpectedly, didn't you come to find Lord Long Live?

There was a brief moment of astonishment on Ping An's face, but soon his expression returned to normal, "Fourth Young Master, wait a moment."

"Ah."

Xie Jinbai nodded.

Without waiting for the safety report, Ji Yunqing's voice came from inside, "Come in."

But there is only one door separated, there is no sound insulation at all, Ji Yunqing in the room heard the conversation between Ping An and Xie Jinbai.

Ping An opened the door for Xie Jinbai, "Fourth Young Master, please—"

Xie Jinbai stepped into the door.

By the window, Ji Yunqing's back was facing the door, holding a painting in his hand, it was not a masterpiece by any famous artist, it was the picture of Tang Xiaotang's sleeping cat that Xie Jinbai had drawn on Tang Xiaotang's birthday.

"I see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live."

"Flat body."

Xie Jinbai got up from the ground.

With the painting in his hand, Ji Yunqing turned around slowly.

"I remember, you said before that the human heart is the most complicated, so the human face is often the ugliest. Wearing the skin of a beautiful woman, it may be a vicious withered bone inside. With a smile on your face, the knife in your hand is not ruthless." He hesitated to poke in.

Therefore, you paint flowers and plants, and paint insects and fish.Painting mountains and rivers, painting heaven and earth, but never willing to paint figures.Even if I asked you to draw me, you always just smiled and never agreed.So, Brother Huaiyu, can you tell me what this is? ! "

Ji Yunqing held up the painting in his hand, and due to the force of his fingertips, the edges of the drawing paper were already a little wrinkled.

Xie Jinbai looked calm, "People's hearts are inherently complex and changeable, and so is my subject."

Ji Yunqing's eyes turned red, "Do you want to tell me that that little Mr. Tang has changed you? He asked you to abandon our friendship of more than ten years, and asked you to make an exception to draw figures for him and spare no expense for him. Completely break with me?"

Xie Jinbai clasped his hands and said, "I am still loyal to the Holy One."

Ji Yunqing gritted her teeth, "Don't let me avoid the important and ignore the less important! You know very well that what I want is not your loyalty! What I want is... It's you, Xie Huaiyu, it's you!"

"I have formed a bond with Tang'er."

Like a thunderbolt on the ground, it rang in my ears.

Ji Yunqing looked at Xie Jinbai in disbelief, "You, what did you say?"

Xie Jinbai knew that Ji Yunqing was high-minded, so he didn't tell the news about his contract with Tang Xiaotang yesterday, lest Ji Yunqing feel embarrassed.

He originally thought that, based on his understanding of Ji Yunqing, and telling the two of them their future ending in the form of a dream, Ji Yunqing would let go.

After all, he knew Xiao Jiu's ambition better than anyone else after having known each other for dozens of years in his previous life.

As long as it hinders the throne, he will never give up.

Therefore, whether Ji Yunqing took the initiative to find Tang Xiaotang this morning, or questioned himself because of this figure painting, it was indeed not within Xie Jinbai's expectations.

Now that I have opened my mouth, I simply made my words clear, "In Chun'an, in the government office of the prefect of Chun'an, in front of my elder brother and the prefect of Tang, we paid homage to the ancestors of the Tang family together. We will come back someday. Yingyang, I will ask my father and mother to make the decision to marry Tang'er and officially get married.

Although the banditry in Fufeng County has been calmed down now, there are still mixed fish and dragons here, and it is not peaceful.It is not safe for the Holy Majesty to stay here.A country cannot be without a king for a day. My minister suggested that the Holy One should drive back to Yingyang as soon as possible. "

The author has something to say: Well, why do you all think Feng Sheng is a good person?

In fact, there is nothing immoral about being born to this person...

他就是一把见血封喉的刀，只是看握在谁的手中罢了。感谢在2020-08-1422:34:41~2020-08-1523:32:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Tengger's solo love cycle, Qingqing; 2 bottles of Jin Shu Nan Shu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!