Shengjing Conspiracy

Jing Yun walked into Wen Youqing's small courtyard, and the other party was sitting on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard in a daze. The man in the bright yellow clothes was even more dignified, like a little fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

"Cough, are you angry?" Jing Yun sat across from Wen Youqing, seeing that the other party was still in a daze and ignored him, thinking he was still angry, he opened his mouth first.

"What?" Wen Youqing came back to her senses, thinking of Jing Yun pursing her lips and glaring at him, she said angrily, "I don't have the time to argue with you, I just suddenly thought that what the old Rakshasa king did These are too abnormal, is it possible that he has been controlled by someone?"

As the saying goes, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, Wen Youqing made a few guesses, only this one is more reasonable.

"It's possible." Jing Yun said: "A year ago, a national teacher came to the Raksha Kingdom, and there were very few clues about him. I only know that the old Raksha King trusted him very much, and even let him live in the palace. If it is said who is most likely to control the old Rakshasa King, this national teacher is very suspicious."

"National Teacher? This old Rakshasa King, don't be old, he wants to find someone to renew his life." Wen Youqing thought of the man in the imperial palace in the capital, who stayed in the harem all day to practice alchemy with the Taoist priests, and wondered if it might be possible. You can exchange thoughts with the old Rakshasa King.

Jing Yun didn't know what was going on in Wen Youqing's mind, but felt that he was in a daze again. Thinking of the blushing appearance of this man's cheeks after being drunk yesterday, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy. Walked over with slim steps, rubbing against the sticky calf, and the coquettish Mimi called.

"What's the name of this raccoon slave?" Wen Youqing glanced at it pretending not to care, and asked casually.

Jing Yun was amused by this small picture that he liked but was embarrassed to open his mouth. He put the raccoon slaves on the stone table, and was turning his fluffy fat face to Wen Youqing, "These raccoon slaves said I raised them." , in fact, it’s all because the people in the mansion will attract wild animals for them to eat from time to time, so I didn’t name them if they weren’t raised by me.”

"Actually, I really don't like raccoon slaves." Wen Youqing, who was too upright, couldn't bear the soft attraction after all, hugged the plump orange raccoon slave into his arms, pinched his ears and paws, The soft feel made him smile and narrow his eyes, "Do you think its hind paws look like chicken legs, why not call him chicken legs from now on."

The simplicity of the name almost made Jing Yun bite his tongue, he thought how could this person have a cultured name at first, who knew he would be so plain and unpretentious.

"Chicken leg...it's very vivid, not bad." No matter what, it's right to praise, General Jing, who is decisive in killing, has no position, "Since you gave it a name, then this raccoon slave will be given to you. "

"Okay." Wen Youqing smiled and looked at Jing Yun with crooked eyebrows and eyes, all eyes were on the soft belly of chicken legs, thinking that she could hold the chicken legs to warm her hands when it was cold in a few days.

"Yesterday you said that you had a drink with your grandfather. Who is your grandfather?" Jing Yun rested one hand on the stone table casually, and rested the other on his knee. Those who are familiar with him will know that he is Very tense, which is how he usually looks.

Wen Youqing paused her hands, raised her head to look at Jing Yun, and said nothing for a long time.

"What's the matter, is there something on my face?"

"It's nothing, I'm just wondering why the general asked the question knowingly."

This person has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, but his expression is always faint. It is impossible to see what he is thinking. Now Jing Yun watched him so hard that he couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple and swallowed, and said dryly: "I have no other intentions, I just want to hear You talk."

"I have a question, can the general answer it?"

"You ask."

Wen Youqing stood up holding the chicken leg, took the position next to Jing Yun, and leaned forward with her whole body.

Don't come any closer!

Jing Yun's hands on his knees were very tense, the tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of Wen Youqing's body, and his beautiful eyebrows and red lips were all within easy reach.

Such a beauty, so bewitching.

"General, have we met before?" Wen Youqing tilted his head slightly, his eyes were a little puzzled. After waking up today, he kept thinking about what happened last night. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the voice calling his nickname last night. Unlike his grandfather, he is more like this Jing Yun he just met.

But why does this person know his nickname?

Wen Youqing was puzzled until Jing Yun asked the question about his grandfather just now. He suddenly thought that his grandfather had brought him to the border town. Jing Yun looked older than him. If he entered the barracks earlier, then The two might have met in the barracks the last time, but he was too young to leave any impression.

He remembered!

Jing Yun couldn't bear the excitement, and grabbed Wen Youqing's hand, the rough palm made Wen Youqing's white and tender hand red, and he quickly let go, "Yes, I'm sorry, Yanyan, do you feel pain? pain?"

"It really was you last night." Wen Youqing didn't care about his hand, "You know me, but I don't have any impression of you."

Yan Yan still remembers what happened last night...Jing Yun is glad that he secretly kissed Yan Yan when he was asleep, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a peaceful state now.

He lowered his head and picked up the other person's hand, looking at the red mark on it, Jing Yun sighed, "Of course you won't remember, I was not what I am now, but you haven't changed at all, the same as when you were a child, just like a jade doll Like."

Jing Yun was sent to the military camp by his mother, who was already seriously ill at the time, and she was sent to the military camp only in the hope that he would have something to eat.

After all, the Sheng Dynasty at that time was not as tolerant of foreigners as it is now. Yes, Jing Yun was a foreigner. To be precise, his father was a foreigner. Jing Yun didn't know who it was, and his mother didn't tell him.

When he was young, there were obvious traces of foreigners on his face, especially his eyes, which were greener when he was young, because he and his mother had received so much criticism for these eyes, and even when his mother was seriously ill, the doctors in the hospital were reluctant to come To the mother to see a doctor.

After entering the military camp, his situation was not much better. Foreigners invaded the border year after year, not only the common people, but also the days when he was a soldier with his head tied to his waistband.

For this reason, he was in the rear at first, and his daily work was to help cook and feed the horses, no matter how much he was a half-old child, he couldn't do it.

It was also because of eye problems. At that time, he was always used to lowering his head to prevent others from seeing his face. It was better to be ignored than disgusted.

Until that day when he walked with his head down as usual, a small figure suddenly came into his sight, it was a doll wearing a bright yellow jacket.

The little doll looks about three or four years old, and when she sees people, she raises her round face and round eyes, making her attractive.

Jing Yun had never seen such a beautiful doll before, he stared blankly if he didn't pay attention, he felt someone grabbing his hand, and it turned out that the little fleshy little hand of the little doll grabbed him.

"Yan Yan!"