Feng Wuwu glanced at the simple and immature Jimo Yinren lightly, and the cunning in his eyes could be seen.

She stepped forward, clamped Jimo Yinren's little head under her arm, deliberately freed one hand, and stroked his neatly combed hair for a while.

"Child, you have an innocent face that has never seen the world, and you really please me."

"Presumptuous!"

Jimo Yinren frowned, instinctively wanting to push Feng Wuwu aside.

"It is said that those who are close to ink are black, and this is true." Feng Wuwu sighed in a low voice, and then hit Jimo Yinren's head with the back of his fingers, "It's not good to learn from anyone, you have to learn from the regent and his old man, and if you don't agree, you will get angry." ”

Jimo Yinren's pupils moved slightly, and a pink-carved face was kneaded casually by Feng Wuwu.

"Who are you? How dare you be... Speak in front of me. ”

He originally wanted to reveal his identity and scare the arrogant Feng Wuwu.

However, it is not a glorious thing for the saint to be teased and pinched by street scoundrels today.

After thinking about it, Ji Mo Yinren did not reveal his identity in the end, he thought that the regent had taught him that if he could do it, he would never move it.

So, he used the crotch kicking move of Ping Suli to play the little follower around him on Feng Wuwu.

Feng Wuwu's eyes were quick, and he had already seen his small movements.

In the next moment, she staggered a few steps with him as if unintentionally, easily avoided Jimo Yinren's raised foot, and snatched his shoes.

Although Jimo Yinren is young, he can be regarded as both civil and martial, and he didn't expect that Feng Wuwu, who has no internal strength, would be so agile.

When he calmed down and looked down, he found that the shoes on his feet had flown into Feng Wuwu's hands.

For a moment, his pale face was flushed, "It's still me... Give me back my shoes! ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head slightly, holding Jimo Yinren's new shoes with two fingers, pondering the word "I" that he had missed in his mouth.

In his memory, Emperor Donglin seemed to be fourteen years old, about the same as the half-sized fresh meat bun in front of him.

In addition, Jimo Yinren looks quite similar to Jimo Zichen, who bent a bow and shot his pants at the gate of the city in front of the same incense, and Feng Wuwu can already conclude that the person in front of him is the little emperor Jimo Yinren in the east.

In fact, she is not afraid of offending the royal family, but this does not mean that she can afford to offend the little emperor of Donglin, who is a little more powerful than Jun Moran.

Thinking of this, she let go of her hand and opened her mouth tentatively, "Yinren? ”

"How do you know my name?" Jimo Yinren frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly became vigilant.

"Hehe, you said it yourself, and you forgot it so quickly?"

Feng Wuwu squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and tears were already streaming down his face.

She didn't understand why she was so unlucky, first she said that she disliked the little emperor of Donglin for not seeing the world, and then pinched his face indifferently and snatched his shoes.

Jimo Yinren scratched his head, and only when he was confused would he say to Feng Wuwu, "That's it." Give me back your shoes. ”

Feng Wuwu was about to return the shoes to him, but he was worried that he would turn his face and not recognize people if he got the shoes.

In view of this, Feng Wuwu suddenly leaned over, grabbed Jimo Yinren's feet with both hands, and poked his silk socks while he was unprepared.

"Oops! Little brother Yinren, why are your silk socks broken? ”

Feng Wuwu pointed to the toes of Jimo Yinren exposed in front of people, making a stunned appearance, and specially raised his voice.

"Shut up!"

Jimo Yinren lowered his eyes and looked at it, and his pink and jade face instantly became red.

While anxiously reaching out to cover Feng Wuwu's mouth, he hurriedly covered the hole in his silk socks and put on his shoes with great difficulty.

Feng Wuwu bowed slightly, and always had a soft smile on his face, "Don't worry, I won't talk about this matter with a third person." ”

"You know each other."

Jimo Yinren was completely kept in the dark, and even had a good impression of Feng Wuwu, who had lost face.