I'm a Buddhist foster child

Blood, there were bloody mouths all over his clothes, half lying on the bed, saw Yang Jian walk in, struggled to sit up, when he moved, the bloody mouths on his body burst, and the blood gushed out even more.

"Don't move!" With a sullen face, Xu Minqi scolded with the air of a medical officer, "Don't you die?"

Yang Jian immediately stepped forward and said, "What's going on?"

Liu Taozhi breathed weakly, and said intermittently: "Taozhi and Xiao Shizi... were ambushed by the imperial guards..."

Guards...

The imperial guards were the guards protecting the little emperor Yu Wenyong, Liu Taozhi said again: "Those imperial guards...seem...seem to have known that Taozhi and Xiao Shizi would...appear..."

Yang Jian's heart tightened, Liu Taozhi slowly let go of his bloody palm, something crumpled was clutched in his palm, and fell out with a crash, Yang Jian stretched out his hand to pick it up, it was a honey scented paper soaked in blood, Wrinkled and glued together.

Unfold it gently, and there are several densely packed lines of handwriting glued together by blood, so soaked that it is almost impossible to see clearly...

——For one thing, everything my father said was right.

——Two...

——Family Rules Supplementary Agreement: If the parents do something wrong, please refer to the first rule of the family rules.

It turned out to be the three responsibilities of the family rules that Yang Jian had previously designated. There were two copies. One was on Yang Jian's side, and the other was on Yang Guang, the little bun.Yang Jian always uses family rules to "coerce" his youngest son to make ergonomic pillows.

Yang Jian held the blood-stained honey incense paper, his joints turned white, and he heard Liu Taozhi say hoarsely: "The master captured the little prince, and sent the little prince... to the Qi army."