Xiao Yu'an and Xiao Yuanjun each led a wave of people to meet at the door, they were all stunned, and then they smiled clearly, both of them made a gesture of please, and then walked inside together.

Xiao Yu Anjun led the people in his house, guarded both sides in an orderly manner, replaced An Sheng's work, the road was invited, Xiao Yu Anjun led a group of little beggars in, and the little beggars looked around, curious about everything.

Wang Rong looked at the people who appeared in front of him, and fell into confusion for a moment, but he still spoke, "Your Highness, the prince, you quickly stop the seventeenth prince, he wants to bathe those children, and those children can't stand it." ”

Xiao Yu'an and Xiao Yuanjun glanced into the courtyard, and saw that the scene was chaotic, even when they saw that they were coming, they didn't stop their movements, they were still just as busy.

In fact, they heard about it on the way here, and although they didn't understand what Seventeen meant, they still chose to believe him.

Xiao Yuanjun thought that he had said that he wanted all the little beggars in Kyoto to appease those children, so without thinking about it, he gathered the little beggars who reported to the official last time and rushed here.

And Xiao Yu'an was thinking that Seventeen's identity was inconvenient, and there was only one person available in his hand, Ansheng, but today he was just in front of the public, and he was afraid that he would not be able to resist, so he brought his own palace guards to come.

Both of them are supporting Seventeen in their own way, and even if they don't know what he's going to do, their first reaction is always to choose to believe him.

Xiao Yuanjun and Xiao Yu'an listened to Wang Rong's words, and saw that Seventeen was still sitting there with his legs crossed, and they glanced at each other, and they both saw affirmation in each other's eyes.

As if Wang Rong had seen the savior, he almost didn't directly pull them to see the children who were forcibly pulled to bathe to see how painful they were, but none of the two cared about the group of children, so instead they asked, "Seventeen, what does this mean?" ”

When has this been? Still asking?

Wang Rong was so anxious that he couldn't do it, but he still turned around and didn't tell you that he was also very curious about the inexplicable behavior of the seventeenth prince.

Seventeen leaned back in his chair lazily, "Fight poison with poison." ”

Wang Rong almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, what is this called, such an act, those children are afraid that they dare not speak even more, and they fight poison with poison?

Wang Rong didn't understand, but Xiao Yu'an and Xiao Yuanjun understood, Xiao Yu'an immediately arranged for the people in the house to protect the house to avoid causing panic, while Xiao Yuanjun stood the group of little beggars in front of the hospital, waited quietly, and didn't say anything anymore.

Seventeen looked at their behavior, and knew that they had understood, things that were difficult for others to understand, they understood with one look, this was a tacit understanding between brothers, it was false to say that they were not moved, and Seventeen was still a little ashamed.

He originally thought about not dragging them down, so he did it himself, after all, Xiao Yuanjun is the crown prince, if he lets others know that he uses such means to deal with those children, it is inevitable that he will be ginseng in the court again, and Xiao Yu'an has just been crowned king, if he lets others know that he is so cruel and causes a stain on his career, he is afraid that his official road will not be easy to go in the future.

He thought that he was alone anyway, and he had no official position, so he did it, and he didn't bother others, and he let Wang Rong send someone to inform them, but also to let them have a mental precaution, in case they really failed at that time, and they didn't have time to react.

But he didn't expect these two people to choose to believe him without asking, and even support him in the way they thought was best, which inevitably made him feel ashamed of his previous narrow thinking.

Seventeen and one said that they would fight poison with poison, and the two of them understood, although the method was a bit risky, but the current situation would not be worse.

Those children's hearts are too closed to death, and the warmth of the trickle is too unrealistic, it is better to tell them by the strongest means that they are not bad people, although the process will make them difficult to accept, but the children are sensitive, as long as they calm down and think about it carefully, they will definitely understand that they are not malicious, as long as they cut a gap, even if it is a small one, for them, there is hope.

"It's out, it's out!"

Some of the people outside the gate were cheering, and the crowd followed the voice, and saw a group of children being pushed out, and they had changed into new clothes, and their bodies were cleaned, and their heads were bowed, and they looked at the crowd cautiously, and their shoulders were shrunk inward, like weak quails, which broke at the touch of a touch.

Until the last two children were pushed out in wheelchairs, someone recognized, "Aren't they the children rescued from the Cloud Breaking Temple?"

Because of this sentence, the crowd burst into earth-shattering applause, and the children were obviously frightened, trembling all over, their shoulders shrunk, and when everyone saw it, they quietly lowered their voices, and then turned into a silent gaze, and when they looked at it, their eyes were inexplicably moist.

The sound gradually became quieter, until at last there was complete silence, and the children were obviously much more relaxed, at least not trembling, and all stood in a row, standing in front of the gate of the main courtyard, keeping their heads down, and naturally did not see the many little beggars standing in front of them.

They couldn't see the people below, but the little beggar at the bottom was looking at them, and when a young child saw them, he said crisply, "Are you new here?" Why haven't I seen you? ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed the hand of one of the children, innocent, "Don't be afraid, it's good here, and the big brothers and sisters here will protect us." ”

The child was suddenly pulled by someone, and reflexively shrunk for a moment, looking at the person who was often beaten, but the expected pain did not fall, the child quietly took a look, and found that the person in front of him was the same as when he used to beg on the street, and saw that he had been holding his hand, and stood stunned for a long time, no matter how the person in front of him screamed, he could not bring him back to his senses.

Seventeen When they saw that the boy had not resisted, their eyes lit up and they felt hopeful.

But the child just stood there for a long time, and then withdrew his hand and lowered his head again, and when several people saw this, the little flame in their hearts that was finally gassing was extinguished again.

The little beggar didn't notice his abnormality, but when he saw that he let go of his hand, he was a little sad, turned his head, and saw that the beggars below were looking at him encouragingly, he regained his strength and raised his head, "What's wrong with you?" Why don't you speak? ”

"The little brother is sick and doesn't want to talk." The voice came from outside the door, and everyone looked back, consciously making way for them, and Yiren led Jingming to the front of everyone.

When the little beggar saw Jingming coming, he was very happy, ran to him in a few steps, tilted his head and asked, "Brother Jingming, how do they have to get better?" ”

Jingming touched the little beggar's head and said softly, "Sing the song, they won't be sad after listening to the song, and the illness will be cured." ”

"Singing?" The little beggar was a little embarrassed, he couldn't sing, he was just a beggar, no one had taught him how to sing, he was a little sad, and he was visibly a little depressed.

Jing Ming was about to comfort him, when he saw him raise his head suddenly, his eyes were bright, and for a moment it seemed that a star flashed.

Everyone saw him running back to the child, tilting his head, shaking his body one by one, and a crisp voice sounded in the yard, "Doll, eat, a bowl of porridge, get three, three, two, two." ”

Jing Ming heard his immature voice and stepped forward to sing along, "A piece of steamed bun, I can't find any trace of it." ”

Gradually, some beggars slowly joined, "Don't hate the king to abandon him, he can't give up on himself." ”

"Doll, eat."