After becoming a disciple of the Pope

"His name is Aping? Do you know this kid?" Ye Shaoqing looked at him unexpectedly, "Could it be that he is..."

Wen Qingze nodded vigorously with excitement, and Wen Changyan's voice was low and trembling: "I can't admit it wrong, my age and appearance match Aping's. I was separated from my young third brother when I was fleeing. I didn't expect him to be there. Near the imperial capital, I have been looking for it along the escape route all these years, but there has been no news, so it turned out that the direction was wrong."

Wen Qingze said with emotion: "His name is Wen Ping, which is actually a baby name. Not long after he was born, animal plague broke out in our hometown. His parents hoped that he would grow up safely. Who knew that before he had time to get an official name, he encountered a catastrophe. If I knew you were all in the imperial capital, I would have come here earlier. Fortunately, he is still alive. If he died here, then I——I, the big brother, failed to fulfill my responsibility to take care of you..."

Wen Changyan said softly: "Now that our family is a member, it is really a blessing from the gods. Don't blame yourself anymore. Your Highness, my brother's injury..."

"Let me see." Ye Shaoqing smiled, patted Wen Qingze on the shoulder, and motioned him to step aside.

Speaking of which, not long after coming to this world, thanks to Wen Qingze's care, he felt that he was as gentle and considerate as the big brother next door, who was good at taking care of others and housekeeping. The three brothers searched for each other for more than ten years and never gave up, and finally met again in a dramatic way, with a bit of embarrassment and envy.

Ye Shaoqing shook his head and smiled, no, why should he be envious?I have Ye Zheng by my side, and at the same time, I have a master who can guide and teach me, and a lover who loves and respects him. The function is not changed in the whole world for him.

Ye Shaoqing gently pressed the palm of Wen Ping's forehead, and the long and thick spiritual power continuously penetrated into the skin to gently probe the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, and rushed to the limbs along the meridians and blood vessels of the whole body.

"Your Highness, please be careful." Zhou Wen added from the side: "When he was found, a priest had already examined him. In addition to the burns, he also had a strange toxin in his body. Our priest wanted to dispel it for him. Who Zhi not only failed, but was almost invaded by poison."

"I know." Ye Shaoqing closed his eyes slightly, and felt the resistance from the sea of ​​consciousness and the stubborn will to resist, which was very similar to the situation after Mi Keke was bitten by the black wolf, and it was probably a mad spirit. The difference is that the poison in Wen Ping's body is more powerful, and it cannot be completely purified in a short while.

After a while, he withdrew his mental power perception, and the burn marks on his skin began to heal slowly, and his pale face became ruddy a lot, but he was still unconscious and unconscious.

Wen Qingze looked at him anxiously: "How is it?"

"Don't worry, he will be fine." Ye Shaoqing smiled reassuringly, like every doctor who comforts a patient's family, "However, the plague poison in his body was buried quite deep and accumulated a lot, and he was malnourished and weak for a long time. As thin as skin and bones, the power of the Holy Light is too strong, I am worried that he will not be able to bear it, so I should take him back to the Temple of Light to heal slowly."

Wen Qingze and Wen Changyan looked at each other, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Ye Shaoqing stared at Wen Ping, with a look of thought and doubt on his face. According to Mai Keke's situation at the time, Wen Ping's poisoning was more serious, and he should have died. Moreover... the toxins accumulated in his body did not seem to be the same as in the short term. able to this extent.

I have to say, it's really big enough.

Xiaoji scrambled restlessly in the master's collar, and almost fell out from the back of his neck. Ye Shaoqing reluctantly pulled it out, and pinched his plump buttocks: "What are you doing? I don't have time to accompany you now. play."

Xiaoji wailed twice, staring at the unconscious young boy on the stretcher with apprehension, and was about to crawl into Ye Shaoqing's arms, as if there was something about him that he particularly disliked.Even the sparrows, who love to watch its jokes, avoid it far away, squatting high on the branches.

Ye Shaoqing touched its head and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? Are you worried that he will jump up and bite you?"

Temple of Light.

Wen Ping woke up from the struggle, and the fierce sea of ​​flames and the beasts killing each other in the dream suddenly disappeared before his eyes, as if he had really just had a nightmare.

At the end of the dream, he seemed to see a tall man pulling himself back from the cliff of death, his whole body was warm, like soaking in a hot spring.

The nightmare disappeared, the pain disappeared, and the man who was as warm as the sun disappeared.

What catches the eye is the delicate curtain embroidered with dark patterns, hanging on the gilt bedposts at the four corners, with red tassels hanging down, and the silk quilt under the body is incredibly soft, as if trapped in cotton candy.

Wen Ping stared blankly at the dreamlike and gorgeous furnishings in front of him, thinking that he had already died in the sea of ​​fire, and that the gods had drawn down the curtain to bring him to a peaceful heaven.

It wasn't until there was a muffled creaking sound that Ye Shaoqing and others pushed the door open, that Wen Ping woke up from the illusion of unrestrained power and unconstrained style, and looked at them warily and fearfully.

"Are you awake?" Wen Qingze's eyes sparkled with joy and anticipation. He saw the fear and vigilance of the other party. He didn't go up immediately, but kept a safe distance from him, and asked softly in a gentle voice, "Are you still awake?" Do you remember your name?"

"I...my name is Wen Ping..." the young man stammered, shy and scared facing strangers, lowered his eyelids, and opened and closed his lips softly, "Where is this place? Who are you?"

Although he had long been sure that the other party was his younger brother, now that he was confirmed, Wen Qingze completely let go of his hanging heart, and looked at the other party with eyes full of soft warmth and guilt, as well as the joy of regaining, "Ah Ping, here is the light." Shendian, I am your eldest brother, Wen Qingze, and your second brother Changyan, we have been looking for you all the time. From now on, the three of us will never be separated again, okay?"

Wen Ping's eyes widened in astonishment. When he saw Wen Qingze's appearance, he became suspicious. They looked so much alike. The other's face looked like his own ten years later. No wonder that His Highness let him appear in the in front of them.

Wen Ping lowered his eyes as if startled, deeply hid the secret in his eyes, flinched on the bed, avoided their concerned eyes, and dutifully played the role of a pure white little rabbit.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you." Wen Qingze softened his voice and explained patiently, "This is His Royal Highness, the Son of God, and he healed your injury. His Highness will also help you with other remaining poisons in your body." You healed."

Wen Ping raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Ye Shaoqing curiously. This is His Royal Highness the Holy Son...

Like the man in the dream...

Seeing Ye Shaoqing's calm and scrutinizing eyes, Wen Ping swallowed nervously, his whole body trembled, and suddenly he quickly climbed out of bed, and threw himself into Ye Shaoqing's arms with all his might!

Ye Shaoqing froze for a moment, and blocked the opponent with a hand in front of him, but Wen Ping took advantage of the situation and hugged his arm.

Everyone was stunned by his unexpected behavior, Wen Qingze's face changed, and he wanted to drag him down: "Ah Ping, what are you doing? You can't be rude to His Highness."

Zhan Qiu's face was condensed, and he put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, as if to strike at the slightest disagreement, but Ye Shaoqing quickly stopped him.

Wen Ping bit his lip stubbornly, hugged Ye Shaoqing's arm, and avoided Wen Qingze's extended hand with vigilant and distrustful eyes.

Seeing that he refused to speak and did not believe in himself, Wen Qingze suddenly felt a headache and felt a little sad.

Ye Shaoqing frowned, seeing that he didn't get rid of him immediately for the sake of his friend, but patted the boy's head reassuringly: "He didn't lie to you, it's very safe here, you can rest at ease."

Wen Ping looked up at him, then at Wen Qingze, still holding him, muttering to himself: "There are so many beasts, they are rushing towards me...I'm so scared..."

"How did you get there? Were there other people around? Did you see someone manipulating them?"

Wen Ping trembled all over and shook his head blindly.

Ye Shaoqing didn't ask any more, and said, "Maybe it's just that I was overly frightened."

The palm he caressed on top of the boy's head gave off a faint golden halo, and the drowsy feeling overwhelmed him. Surrounded by the gentle warmth, Wen Ping relaxed his whole body, closed his eyes and fell on Ye Shaoqing, and was hugged back to the bed by him inside.

He was not tall, skinny, frighteningly light, his lips were covered with cracked blood lines, which made his face paler, even when he fell into a deep sleep, he still held Ye Shaoqing's sleeve tightly.

Ye Shaoqing sat on the head of the bed, took the water cup from Wen Qingze's hand, and dragged the boy's nape to feed him a few mouthfuls of warm water.

"Go prepare light food, give him a bath and change into clean clothes."

Zhou Wen took the order and was about to exit the room. When he turned around, he saw His Majesty the Pope standing by the door, silently, looking over with his faint eyes inscrutable. He didn't know how long he stood there. Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. With a loveless expression: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Under Master's silent gaze, Ye Shaoqing silently separated the boy's fingers one by one, and Wen Qingze took care of him.

All the way back to the dormitory, Ye Zheng reclined loosely on the imperial concubine's couch, resting his cheek with one hand, staring straight at his apprentice, without saying a word.

Ye Shaoqing couldn't help but said, "Don't look at me like that, it's creepy..."

Ye Zheng glanced at the teapot on the coffee table, casually playing with the long hair hanging down his shoulders, half aggrieved and half complaining: "My apprentices have never served tea and respected them as teachers..."

Ye Shaoqing sat down beside him helplessly and amusedly, made tea for him, and said with a smile: "Master, please use it."

Ye Zheng raised the end of his eyes lightly, squinted at him and said, "Hey."

"...Is it appropriate for you to act like a baby when you are already old?"

The slender eyes narrowed dangerously, and Yezheng showed his white teeth: "Rebel, what are you talking about?"

Ye Shaoqing immediately embraced him, and said obediently: "Tuer said you are young and beautiful, and you won't get tired of watching it after 100 years."

Only then did His Majesty the Pope let out a soft snort in satisfaction.

The author has something to say: Fox: Younger brother~I want to hug~raise high~o(*////▽////*)q

Ye: ... Your old man's head was caught by the door? 【Indifference.jpg

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