with son

Strip clothes? !Ji Wuzhuo didn't know what he thought of, so he grabbed Lin Ziyan's wrist angrily, "What's your relationship with that kid?!"

"It hurts..." Lin Ziyan struggled with his wrist and said, "Let go!"

Ji Wuzhuo slowed down, thinking that he was really confused, Lin Ziyan almost forgot everything, how could he remember his relationship with that kid surnamed Jiang.

If I knew it earlier, I should have killed that bastard with a single palm!

He let go of Lin Ziyan, and said angrily: "That man is a flower picker, if he sees him, he will be beaten to death with a stick."

"Picking...the flower picker?" The image of Jiang Yuxing ripping off his clothes suddenly appeared in Lin Ziyan's mind, his face blushed, and he stammered, "Then... then I... am I... "

Ji Wuzhuo's forehead twitched, his fists clenched loudly.

Why are you blushing? !You should want to cut that prostitute alive!

"Don't think about it," Ji Wuzhuo held back his anger and walked out, "Get out of bed and wash up, and go to the front hall with me."

It shouldn't be like this, he thought.This medicine is strong and strong, ordinary people forget everything after drinking two or three bowls.But Lin Ziyan has already poured five bowls, how can he still have memories?

If I drink it again, I'm afraid I will lose my mind.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

Lin Ziyan watched Ji Wuzhuo walk out of the room, then let go of the quilt and rubbed his hot face.

He didn't know if what this person said was true or not, but he vaguely remembered that the guy named Jiang Yuxing always wanted to tear his clothes.

Could it be... is he really a flower picker?

But, why does my heart thump when I think of this person...

He touched his heart, wanting to get out of bed, but when he moved his hand, he felt something hard beside the pillow.

He took it out and saw that it was a dagger with the word "Yu" engraved on it.

"Islet?" Lin Ziyan murmured, "Jiangyu?" Could it be that person?

But how could it be in his hands?

He thought for a while, and hid the dagger in his arms.

When Lin Ziyan came to the front hall, he saw Ji Wuzhuo standing in the middle of the hall with his back facing him, holding a sword in his hand, the scabbard was silver and white, as if it was shining.

"This is your father's sword," Ji Wuzhuo rubbed his fingertips against the scabbard, talking to himself without knowing what he was thinking, "It turns out that it has been more than 20 years..."

"My father?" Lin Ziyan asked puzzled, "My father... who is it? Where is he?"

Ji Wuzhuo tightened his fingers, and after a while he said, "Your father's name is Ji Ruobai."

"He's dead, he died 21 years ago."

Lin Ziyan was stunned for a moment, "Why, how could..."

"He made a mistake," Ji Wuzhuo suddenly turned around, stared at Lin Ziyan and said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to repent, you will fall into the trap every step of the way, and you will end up reaping the consequences!"

Lin Ziyan was startled by him, and couldn't help but backed up a few steps, almost bumping into the wooden chair.

"He thought he was dead, so it's all over?!" Ji Wuzhuo seemed to be stuck in memory, grabbed Lin Ziyan's shoulder, and said madly, "But you are still alive! You are bleeding from him, as long as you come back Even if he dies, he won't be able to escape from Subei Tower!"

Lin Ziyan's shoulder hurt from being scratched, but he couldn't break free, "What Subeilou? Let go..."

"I thought you died in that heavy snowfall too," Ji Wuzhuo tightened his fingers more and more, "Unexpectedly, people from Dayan picked it up... 21 years later, you are finally back!"

"What..." Lin Ziyan shook the hand on his shoulder vigorously, "Let go, it hurts..."

Ji Wuzhuo thrust the sword into Lin Ziyan's hand, "Ji Ruobai betrayed the Ji family and Subei, death is not a pity! From now on, as long as you obey me, I can let the past go."

"Everything in this Ji family, the position of landlord in Subei, belongs to you!"

Lin Ziyan wrinkled his delicate face, seeing his crazy appearance, he didn't dare to provoke him, so he said, "Let go first, it hurts..."

Ji Wuzhuo took a deep breath, and gradually regained his composure, he let go of Lin Ziyan as if he had just woken up from a dream, and fell down on the sandalwood chair beside him.

Lin Ziyan rubbed his shoulders, didn't dare to speak, but repeated in his heart over and over again what Ji Wuju said just now.

But this man said so much, it seems that he never mentioned his mother.

Then... where is his mother?

He didn't know whether Ji Wuzhuo was on purpose or not, he was afraid to ask, he would go crazy like before.

Ji Wuzhuo waited for a long time before raising his head and seeing Lin Ziyan still rubbing his shoulders, he hummed and said, "Hundred Wuyi is a scholar! Starting tomorrow, go to the training ground with Lao Zhang."

Lin Ziyan: "Old, Old Zhang?"

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in from outside the hall, it was the coachman from before.

He bowed to Lin Ziyan and said expressionlessly, "I've seen you, Young Master."

Ji Wuzhuo stood up and said to Lin Ziyan: "Forget about it today, get up early tomorrow and go to the practice ground with him." How can he be the master of the first floor with this bookish personality? !

As he spoke, he was about to go out, when he suddenly heard Lin Ziyan whisper: "I want...to eat sesame seed cakes."

It's biscuits again!Ji Wuzhuo held back his anger and thought, when he left Dayan, Lin Ziyan just carried two biscuits and ate nothing on the way, just gnawed biscuits.Later, after eating the biscuits, I was so hungry that I was willing to eat.

"Old Zhang," Ji Wuzhuo said impatiently, "Go buy it for him."

Old Zhang: "Yes."

The streets are bustling with hawkers.Wearing a bamboo hat, Jiang Yuxing crossed the crowd and sat in front of a noodle stall.

Beside the table, Zhao Feng "huluhulu" was eating noodles, saw Jiang Yuxing sitting down, and asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Yuxing shook his head, "There is still no news."

It had been several days since they arrived in Beiqi Capital, but they still couldn't find any trace of Lin Ziyan.

"Don't worry," Zhao advised, "It's only been a few days, look again, there will be news."

He turned to face the stall owner and said, "One more bowl of noodles."

The trip to Jiangyu has no appetite.He has always been a little restless these past few days. For some reason last night, he dreamed that Lin Ziyan called him a prostitute and stabbed him with a dagger, which made him almost fall off the bed in fright.

What a mess this is...

"Seed cakes, warm sesame cakes..."

Hearing the cries, Jiang Yuxing looked up, but suddenly his pupils shrank.

I saw that the groom who was waiting outside Sanliting with his cart that day approached a sesame seed stall...

That night, Lin Ziyan sat in front of the window with his clothes on, staring at the moon in the sky in a daze.

He always felt empty in his heart and couldn't even sleep well.

What the hell did I forget?

The candlelight in the room flickered suddenly, before Lin Ziyan turned his head, someone covered his mouth.

"Well……"

"Hush," the man behind him whispered in his ear, "It's me..."

For some reason, Lin Ziyan's eyes suddenly became wet.

Warm tears flowed down his cheeks and into Jiang Yuxing's palm. He panicked, let go of him, and raised his sleeve to wipe his tears, "Why are you crying?"

Then, he saw Lin Ziyan move his lips and teeth, and said, "Cai, flower picker?"

Jiangyu Xing: "..."