I'm pregnant with the cub of Breaking Bad

As soon as this remark came out, there was wind in the world.

In Shao's eyes, she was completely unable to understand the person in front of her in just a few days of getting along.She has no idea what the origin and purpose of this person is.Mostly what others know is only what he wants others to know.

Shao shi hooked his blue hair and took a step forward.Years of illness made the corners of her eyes a little haggard, but the years have never defeated a beauty, and her brows and eyes still have hidden charm.

"Ling Qu." This was the first time Shao called him by his real name.

"I started to be cute at the age of five, and learned to use weapons at the age of seven. At the age of 14, I married Wumazhen as the daughter of King Xijue Xun, but I have been a secret agent of Dongcheng for 16 years. During these 16 years of secret agent career, I have experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships." , the mother’s family was torn apart, forced to lose her son and murder her husband, was plagued by illness all year round, and was imprisoned on a high-rise building day and night, and she had long given up any hope for this Xijue.”

"What do you want to say?" Ling Qu asked.There was no ups and downs in tone.

"You and I are both from Xijue, but what you do is to bring down Xijue. It's really ironic." Shao smiled and lamented, "It's just that there is no way, the root of this country is already rotten. There is no way to save it, and we can only hope that external forces will destroy it. But all of this...who knows?"

Ling Qu didn't say anything, he just took out a flute made of sapphire from his sleeve, and quietly played with it.This flute is very well made, the top is thick and colorful, but the color becomes more and more pure when going down, giving people a feeling of being in the clouds.

Finally, Ling Qu opened his mouth, his eyes dim: "Are the people in Cang Mansion naturally born lobbyists?"

"What?" A trace of confusion flashed across Shao's eyes.

"One for you, one for Mu Yunchu. Your speeches are the same." Ling Qu left the corridor, raised his hand and blew a flute softly.Long and vast, like the bell of Taihe Temple, it is sobering.

"Mu Yunchu?" Shao Shi felt as if he had passed away, "Is he alright?"

"He's not good." Ling Qu replied without thinking, "I've been imprisoned in a water prison for more than ten years, and I finally couldn't bear to die a few days ago."

"I've heard about it." Shao frowned slightly, and sighed, "Once he dies, the Cang Mansion will be reduced to nothing."

At this moment of critical life and death, this person in front of him is the crucial weight on which side the balance will tilt.Shao Shi knew in his heart: he must try his best to win over Ling Qu before he died.

Only when Ling Qu takes over the Cang Mansion, and the dark network from Dongcheng to Xijue, will it not completely collapse because of Mu Yunchu's impulsiveness.

Thinking of something, Shao suddenly said: "That little monk Sijin just now is really cute."

Ling Qu's flute sound stopped abruptly.

"If my son is still alive, he will probably be around the same age as him."

Ling Qu looked sideways: "Why, you are the only ones of the same age in this world?"

Shao smiled, and a cinnabar mole on his cheek was inexplicably dazzling: "My son has many similarities with him. Among them, there is no doubt that it is the coccygeal mole on the waist and buttocks."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Qu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little dangerous: "How do you know that little idiot has a mole on the coccyx?"

"Little idiot?" Shaw blinked, realized that Ling Qu was talking about Xiao Sijin, and smiled knowingly, "Although I don't leave the gate all day long, I'm still the number one dark thread in the Cang Mansion, what do you think? With my ability, is there anything I can't find out?"

"Your son is dead." Ling Qu said displeased.

"Yes. The body was thrown in front of me, and the body floated down with the river. But what I saw may not be the truth. I checked, and it is the Taihe Temple that goes down the Bodhi River." Shao did not rush .

"What do you want to say?"

Shaw gestured to wipe away his tears: "My son's life is miserable. He should have no worries about food and clothing, but he accidentally went to this wilderness to seek a living. If he finds out about his life one day, he will definitely be in pain."

"Okay." Ling Qu hated others acting in front of him the most in his life.

"You think I believe you?"

Shaw wiped away his tears and took a step forward: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Except for me who is still alive, our lineage of King Xun has long since been cut off. If it is really impossible, I will take him with me before I die. The mother and son still have someone to lean on..."

Ling Qu smiled, his eyes shining brightly:

"Are you blackmailing me with him? Are you crazy like Mu Yunchu?"

This radiant smile is ten thousand times more terrifying than anger, even with a senior undercover like Shaw Brothers, he still feels a little apprehensive in his heart.But she still pulled herself together and met Ling Qu's gaze:

"No. As a mother, I naturally hope that my son can live well in the world. But Xijue is not a good land, and it is better to go together if we barely survive."

"What you said seems to make sense." Ling Qu continued following her words, with dark eyes, "Then you take him to die together."

Shao's face turned pale.Did you bet wrong?

She couldn't help observing Ling Qu carefully.

No, there should be no wrong bet.She clearly saw an expression on Ling Qu's face that she had never seen before.

In the evening, the clouds were brilliant, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

Sijin finally moved her bed to Sizhan's residence, and just about to rest with Sizhan, Chu Ji knocked on the door outside: "Little Master, are you asleep?"

Sijin went to open the door in only her underwear, and asked Chuji through the crack of the door, "What's the matter?"

The host has explained that the people in the city lord's mansion must be responsive to their requests, and don't cause troubles.

"Oh, it's like this," Chu Ji bowed politely, "The city lord said that he learned a new piece of music, but no one appreciates his flute. It's boring to play alone, so he wants to invite the little master to play it." Come and review it."

How can this peacock be good at singing and dancing?Sijin has a big head.

He had no choice but to say: "But I don't understand these at all."

"It's okay, it's okay," Chu Ji was eager to deal with the errand, "The city lord said it's fine when he arrives."

What kind of tricks do you want to do again?Si Jin looked suspicious.He remembered the day when the peacock covered his eyes and painted on his lips.

Do you want to paint again?

Seeing his hesitation, Chu Ji clasped his hands together, with longing in his eyes: "Please do me a favor, little master, the city lord said that if you don't go, you will peel off my skin to make clothes."

How can I make clothes out of the skin of my hands?This peacock is too much.

Sijin said: "Don't worry, I'll just go."

Chu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

The city lord was in his original house, and Sijin arrived after going out and walking through a long corridor.As soon as he entered the room, Chu Ji gently closed the door, and there were only him and the city owner in the room.

"Sit." Peacock said.He was leaning on the window sill, his clothes hanging on the ground, holding the blue flute in his hand, and he was staring up at the scenery outside the window.

"The city lord is very interested. The blue/sky/white/Japanese ones are also blowing the flute." Sijin didn't sit on the chair he designated, but chose the farthest stool to sit on.

Looking at the sky that had completely darkened, Ling Qu didn't know where his phrase "blue/sky/white/sun" came from.

"I haven't touched this Xiao for three years. I almost forgot its name." Peacock finally retracted his gaze and fell on Sijin's face, "Fortunately, I suddenly remembered it when I saw you."

"What's its name?" Sijin asked following his words.How can you remember it as soon as you see it?Could it be that this flute is also called Sijin?

The peacock smiled: "It's called 'Wushan'."

"Wushan?" Sijin followed up and read out.

"I also have a bird feather sword to match it, named 'Yunyu'." Peacock said.

"Wushan Yunyu..." Sijin read out.

Sijin's face flushed red.

This peacock called him here at night just to say this?

"The sound of the flute is mostly sad, and it's really lonely to play alone, so I want to find an audience. It's just that there are not many familiar faces in this Taihe Temple, and you are the first one." Ling Qu dropped one leg, and pointed his toes on the ground.

"come here."

Sijin said defensively, "What are you doing?"

"Come here." Ling Qu was terribly patient.

Sijin had no choice but to walk over, but before she reached her, she was dragged by him, accompanied by a scent of flowers, Sijin actually fell down on his lap, looking sideways at him.

"I'm afraid you can't hear clearly, so sit closer." Ling Qu said, and put his arms around his chest.

"It's just that it's too close." Sijin evaded.He felt the peacock's breath on his neck when he spoke, but he couldn't hide at all.

"It's close by two layers of clothes?" Ling Qu brushed his hair back, and looked at him meaningfully.

"You clearly know there are closer ones."

Sijin, who didn't want to hear him chant the mantra, simply turned her face away without saying a word.Fortunately, Ling Qu didn't intend to continue talking to him, and played the blue flute slowly.

Sure enough, the sound of the flute was sad, and as soon as it came down, it seemed that people's souls were floating in the air, and the crescent moon outside the window seemed extraordinarily transparent.

"Do you remember your family?" Ling Qu put down his flute and asked.

Why did you mention this suddenly?

Sijin turned her head and looked at him strangely: "I have no father or mother, and I have been in the temple since I was a child."

"Yeah." Lingqu's face could not be seen clearly under the moonlight, "What else?"

Sijin remembered meeting Master Qingxu a few days ago, it was the master who gave him a letter and a jade seal, and the jade seal indirectly explained his life experience.But he didn't want to tell Ling Qu.

He had no choice but to say: "Perhaps he was born in a wealthy family."

Ling Qu's eyes flickered for a moment, unable to distinguish his emotions: "Very good."

"That jade seal from the previous dynasty, isn't it yours?" He asked.

Sijin choked for a moment, and had no choice but to say, "Not really sure."

Ling Qu was speechless.

When the previous dynasty destroyed the country, the monk army burned down the entire imperial palace, and no one survived. The chances of the royal orphans surviving were very small, Ling Qu knew this very well.

But he wasn't happy about that conclusion.

Because this means that perhaps Sijin is really the offspring of Shaw and Wuma.

For the future, he must reveal the identity of the little monk.

It's just that the mole on the coccyx was hidden too deep, and the little monk would never show it to him without a proper reason.

Have to think of a decent way.

He suddenly accidentally knocked over the scented tea.

The tea stains soon soaked Sijin's thin layer of underwear, and it was so hot that Sijin's brows were startled, and her eyelashes were flapped twice.

"It's so wet, why don't I wait for you to take a bath?" Ling Qu suggested calmly.

For some reason, Sijin always felt that the smile of the person in front of her was somewhat calculating.

The author has something to say:

Every time I write Ling Qu Xiao, a green-feathered peacock will automatically appear in my mind, with the face of a fox on it, so the picture gradually becomes Disney... I can't get out.