Because he was born almost full-term, the child in his arms was white and chubby, and he was very cute, Ji Juan was overjoyed, holding the child's tears one by one, and pasting his face on the child's little face.

Maybe it's the mother-son connection, the little guy doesn't cry as soon as he arrives in his mother's arms, kicking a pair of little fat legs like lotus roots, reaching out to hug Ji Juan's face, like that...... provoked Changqing to hold back tears.

"Mother's good boy." Ji Juan hugged for a long time and was reluctant to let go, and the nurse stepped forward with a smile, "Madame has not been giving birth long now, and now she is frightened and frightened, and her body must be empty, so let's hand over the little boy to the slave maid, so as not to get tired of Madame." ”

finally got along with his son for a while, where did Ji Juan give up, and subconsciously avoided the hand of the nurse to hold the child.

Yin Chi was about to speak, but he saw that the little lady just looked at him with her eyes, obviously asking him to leave the child for her.

If you want to say when he is someone who can move with a look, but at this time, he instructed the nurse: "You step back first, I hold the child here." ”

When the nurse got the order, she naturally didn't dare to say anything, but she couldn't help but look at Ji Juan twice.

This little lady is indeed beautiful, but compared with the young masters of Long Shao Lord, who have a family background and beauty, I really don't know where to attract the sixteenth master, the sixteenth master is not like a person who is confused by beauty.

Seeing the nurse retreat, Ji Juan smiled gratefully at Yin Chi, Yin was alone with Ji Juan for the first time in such a situation, and he was a little uncomfortable, he subconsciously touched his nose, feeling that his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he didn't know how to speak.

His heart was full of joy of being lost and regained, and Ji Juan had no time to pay attention to Yin Chi's expression and mood at this time.

The child is still young, and now she can't leave her, and ...... She was also reluctant, but she still had to go to the Northern Desert to find her biological father, what should the child do, Yin Chi was afraid that it would not be so easy to agree to her leaving, and what bargaining chips she wanted to take out to persuade Yin Chi to agree to her request.

I was anxious, and a woman's voice suddenly sounded outside: "Get out of the way." ”

"The sixteenth master has ordered, anyone who enters or leaves must go to make a sound."

"Presumptuous, this is the young master of the dragon, do you dare to stop it?"

"Young Lord forgiveness! The little ones also do what they are told. ”

Several voices were intertwined, and for a while it was impossible to hear who was who.

Yin Chi looked deeply shocked when he heard the sound, glanced at Ji Xuan, who was holding the child in a trance, and turned around and walked out of the tent.

Hearing the movement on the side of the camp, Long Yumei raised his eyes, withdrew the unsheathed sword in his hand, and put it back into the scabbard with a "brush".

"Sixteenth Master."

The girl beside Long Yu, who was also wearing armor, shouted in a shorter voice.

"Silver painting, let's go back." Long Yu turned around and left.

Yin Chi stopped her in a deep voice, "Long Yu, slow down." ”

"Since the sixteenth master is not available at this time, he is busy appeasing Jiao Niang, and Long Yu should not disturb him."

Yin Chi understood what she was thinking about as soon as she heard this, but she was still a little disappointed in her heart.

I thought that Long Yu was different from the other two, he was a free and uninhibited character, but he didn't expect to be so jealous, but it was incompatible with her sassy and heroic appearance.

"Can the casualties be counted?"

Yinhua looked at Yin Chi indignantly, the sixteenth master really didn't forget his business, and at this time he only cared about asking these questions, couldn't he see that the young master of the family was angry?