Prince of Heaven

The girl was a little confused.

Why?She had heard for a long time that the eldest son of Duke Jin'an's mansion was very skilled, to what extent, just take the story of him not long ago rescuing a child from under the galloping horse's hooves. It has a bit of legendary color, for example, Mr. Jing was born with supernatural powers, his martial arts are world-class, or he was transformed by monsters.

Of course she knew that the facts were not as exaggerated as the rumors said, but Mr. Jing's extraordinary skill in wielding swords and knives cannot be faked. The master behind her has been investigated.

So she was a little confused that Jing Huai didn't come to rescue her, and she managed to fall down.

She fell down hard, and the tears at this meeting were real.Because it really hurt, she felt distressed when she thought that the tender skin she had cultivated for several years was going to be bruised, and maybe it would break and bleed.

Seeing the target object looking at her silently, she was puzzled as she bit the bullet and proceeded down the plot -- kneading her eyebrows and rubbing her ankle, then rubbing her sore thigh, her fingertips slid across her indistinctly Jiao Didi whimpered in pain with a slight cry.

No matter what kind of man it is, seeing such a beautiful and sexy woman with such a modality, will feel compassion.

She was quite confident, so she looked at Jing Huai with tears in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Seeing that Jing Huai didn't come, but a young boy approaching instead, she was a little confused. Although this young man also had a good appearance, she had a mission and a little conscience. I will not harm boys who have not yet grown up.

"Sister, you fell."

She nodded ignorantly.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes... a little..." She glanced at Mr. Jing, but the other party still didn't move at all, and instead looked helpless watching the show.

"Ah!" She suddenly screamed, and suddenly felt a chill in her ankle.She hastily wiped away her tears, and looked down, only to see that the young man lifted up his train, exposing the soft and delicate skin of the woman, with a bruise and swollen high ankle.

Then on the bruise was a cold pocket scimitar with a sharp edge and a cold light.She was too frightened to speak, and looked at the little boy tremblingly, feeling that he had become a little devil in her eyes.

"The genius doctor Hua told me that the swelling has to go away." The young boy tilted his head and asked like a teacher in an assessment, "Do you know what is the fastest way to reduce the swelling?"

She shook her head blankly.

"Is it to cut off the swollen place?" The boy smiled at her.

"Let me help you heal, sister."

She widened her eyes, watched the young boy raise the scimitar, and said in a panic: "No! No need! I don't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all... Don't come here! Ah!" She couldn't care less Sprained, retracted his foot and immediately got up, stumbled and ran, running extremely fast, as if there was a ghost behind him.

Rong Shi watched her disappearing back quickly, and said in a declarative tone: "Running so fast, obviously it doesn't hurt at all."

Jing Huai laughed and said, "I didn't expect Mingyu to have such a mischievous side. The ability to scare people is quite similar to my childhood demeanor."

Rong Shi calmly put the knife back into its sheath.

He thought he wasn't trying to scare people.

But he didn't say it, he just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, bending an inconspicuous arc, like a shy child who is embarrassed when he is praised.

Jing Huai stepped forward and rubbed his head: "There is nothing wrong with carrying a knife with you, but a sword has no eyes, so be careful not to hurt yourself."

Rong Shi pursed his lips and made a low nasal sound: "Mmm."

"You helped me a lot this time. Many of these people are secret agents who have sneaked in. I am worried about how to deal with these people." Jing Huai stroked his black and thick hair with his thumb, and said, "How should I thank you? you?"

"In this case, I will help you solve them."

Jing Huai raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and looked at the scimitar in Rong Shi's hand: "How do you want to help? Repeat the old trick?"

Rong Shi's hand holding the knife tightened: "It's not impossible."

Jing Huai shook his head: "No, I will solve my own affairs by myself. You, a child, shouldn't do this kind of thing. It's okay to play around, but for other things, it's better to read more books."

Rong Shi lowered his head and lightly kicked the stone on the sole of his foot: "I can't understand those books."

It was only then that Jing Huai remembered that his studies had been delayed for three years. Even if he had a good memory, he might have problems in understanding, so he felt a little guilty and said, "It's because I didn't think carefully. You can ask me if you don't understand. You are always welcome in the study."

Rong Shi raised his face, and suddenly bent his eyes and laughed, his thin face was a little weak and cold, and under the winter scenery in the yard, it showed a kind of coldness.

Jing Huai raised Rongshi all these days, but he didn't raise any flesh.Rong Shi was still thin, with an indelible sickness lingering between his brows.

"Let's go." Jing Huai leaned over and took his hand.Rongshi's hand has healed a lot, the chilblain has healed, the wound has healed, and when he holds it in his palm, he can still feel some warmth.

Jing Huai felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, as if it would be a good thing to raise a child.He suddenly thought that the marriage that his mother preferred was not out of consideration.

Rong Shi took Jing Huai's hand and walked through the winding corridors of the mansion, the fragrance of cold plum blossoms floated, and the sky was high and vast.

After Jing Huai sent Rong Shi back to the house, he instructed a few words to have a good rest, and then left.

The next day, he ordered someone to send some precious supplements, and a few days later, along with the supplements, he sent a box of letters, which were reading books for seven or eight-year-old children.

Rong Shi opened one of the volumes and looked at it, and saw that there were many notes written on it, either explaining the meaning of the words, or telling an interesting story related to it in a few words, the sentences were humorous, the words were simple and refined, Full of childishness and reasonableness, at first glance, he is a master of it, he can write articles in the world when he enters, and he can preach and teach when he retreats.

Close the letter in time and put it back carefully.

Yinzhu jokingly said: "You don't want the treasures you give me, but you cherish these worthless bamboo slips."

"Whether it is worth money depends on the likes and dislikes in people's hearts."

"Could it be that you like reading?" Yinzhu felt strange, then suddenly realized something, and then said bitterly, "I forgot that you have a photographic memory. There is nothing wrong with liking reading like you, maybe you can write good articles in the future .”

Rong Shi shook his head: "I don't like writing articles."

"If so what do you like?"

time to think

After thinking about it, a little confusion appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Nothing to like."

Yin Zhu squinted at him, and snorted: "It's a lie. Don't you really like the bamboo slips that the young master gave you?"

"Do I like it?"

Yin Zhu felt more and more strange, and when he looked at Rong carefully, he said: "That's right. Don't you know if you like it or not?"

Hearing this, Rong Shi frowned slightly, remained silent for a while, and then slowly said: "You are right."