The young man smiled at Ming Chu, got up lightly, and quickly disappeared from Ming Chu's sight.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, she barely stood up, her clothes were already soaked, and the cold wind poured into her wet clothes, which was cold and biting, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"I know who he is!" Jiang Zhenyuan, who had been sitting on the side and holding his cheeks to observe, patted his thigh and said excitedly: "The flying eagle pattern on his wrist, I remember, it is the unique logo of Daddy Deadpool!" He once overheard his father tell his mother.

Ming Chu frowned and was silent, he looked at the direction where the young man left, to the north, could he go to Qianyitang to find his father?

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he picked up his wet skirt and chased after him, turned back to Duofu who was trying to catch up, and said, "Duofu, go home and wait for me." ”

"Hey, where are you going! Did you hear me when I spoke to you? Jiang Zhenyuan jumped to his feet.

After a while, Jiang Wangye sat on the Taishi chair, he gently shook the teacup in his hand, and quietly waited for the tea to be cold, as if he had long forgotten the young man kneeling below.

After a long time, the heat of the tea dissipated, and Jiang Wang Ye raised his glass and drank it.

He put down the teacup, swept the young man with a sharp eye, and said, "Except for the master, Deadpool is not allowed to see the living, and the offender eats poison by himself." What are you waiting for? His voice was extremely hoarse and breathtaking.

The boy lowered his head, not discerning. Hearing this, he neatly took out a black pill.

"Don't!" Qianyitang suddenly broke into a little girl who was drenched all over, and she snatched the pill from the boy's hand, and the boy's hand froze in the air.

Jiang Wang Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Daddy, please don't kill him." At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, she trotted all the way to catch up, she was cold and tired, and she was still panting when she spoke, but her arms were spread out, blocking the front of the boy.

Jiang Wangye squinted, she became more and more similar to her mother, and her clear eyes evoked the deepest picture of his memory.

The girl in red rode her horse and whipped her whip, and the green silk flew and disappeared at the end of the grassland, disappearing in his eyes. He heard the sigh in his heart.

He said coldly: "Don't kill him? What qualifications do you have for me not to kill him? ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, his hair was still dripping, his white dress was muddy, and his fair face was stained.

She was so embarrassed and weak, and under the scolding of Jiang Wangye, she trembled even more. She knew that she was not welcomed, and she never took the initiative to appear in front of him, but today, she had to come.

Ming Chu straightened his waist and looked directly at Jiang Wangye, "He just saved Ming Chu's life, and he is kind to me." If my father insists on killing him, I am willing to die together at the beginning of tomorrow. ”

The young man behind him stared at the small back of Ming Chu, his eyes were shocked and moved.

Jiang Wangye's eyebrows frowned, and he suddenly laughed a few times: "Okay! You're good! I should not have been angry with you about my affairs with your mother. This man's father has rewarded you. ”

Ming Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and his body fell softly.

In the sparsely furnished room, there is an old dressing table with a diamond-flowered bronze mirror on it, a dark red wardrobe behind the door, and mottled carvings in the corners.

Ming Chu was lying on the bed, her face flushed strangely, and she kept babbling in her mouth. Even in a coma, her right hand never let go, clutching the pill tightly.

Duofu shrank at the head of the bed, occasionally patting Ming Chu with his paws, the young man stood by the bed, and he carefully tucked the corners of Ming Chu's quilt.

I just drank medicine at the beginning of Ming Dynasty, and now my fever has slowed down slightly.

Mama walked in with porridge: "I boiled some porridge, Miss get up and eat some." She called Ming Chu lightly.

Ming Chu's face suddenly became painful, she frowned, and shook her head: "Don't, don't leave your mother, don't leave Ming Chu." Strings of tears welled up in his closed eyes.

Mama sighed, her cloudy eyes welling up with tears. She muttered to herself, "How many sins my poor young lady will suffer." ”

The young man said: "Mama, Miss needs to rest now, Mama, go get busy, here I am." ”

Mama nodded: "Okay, I'll go boil another medicine." She quietly exited the house.

The young man who brought the young lady back claimed to be the servant of the young lady in the future. No one in Jiang Mansion had ever wanted to take the initiative to come here, unless it was out of a sincere heart, so she believed him.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, and he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ming Chu's eyes.

He stared at the restless sleeping face in the early Ming dream, and hummed a ballad softly: "The moon is bent, and the stars are shining." The doll cries, and the brother hugs. Lo and behold, one two or three, the stars wink and smile. The moon is bright, and the stars are bright. The doll is noisy, and the brother is coaxing. Lo and behold, four, five, six, the stars wink. The moon sings, and the stars dance. Lo and behold, seven, eight, nine, the stars wink. Doll laughs, brother is happy"

The clear singing echoed in the room, reverberating, drifting into the dreams of the early Ming Dynasty.

Her breathing gradually stabilized, and her right hand finally let go, and the boy took the opportunity to take out the pill. Ming Chu took his hand, her hand was small and soft.

The boy was stunned and found that he didn't want to break free. It's just because her little hands have brought him a long-lost warmth.

So he remained motionless, letting her hold his hand.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, his brows furrowed, and he fell asleep.

He didn't expect that he actually fell asleep, so he crawled on the side of Ming Chu's bed.

When he awoke, he found a pair of black grape-like eyes staring at him fixedly, and his fingers still in her hands.

"Brother, you're awake." Ming Chu smiled at him.

He withdrew his hand and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Miss can't be called like that, the villain is Miss's servant, and the villain is abrupt,"

"What kind of villain, abrupt, stand up quickly, don't kneel to me!" Ming Chu said angrily.

When the young man heard this, he got up hesitantly.

Ming Chu jumped out of bed, her little face flushed, and she grinned: "I heard, heard you humming a ballad. It's so nice. ”

Ming Chu looked up at him, his round apricot eyes didn't blink, "Can you squat down a little, I always tilt my head, my neck is very sore." The boy couldn't help but smile and immediately crouched down.

Ming Chu looked at him and said seriously: "Deadpool doesn't see the living, but why did you save me?" ”

The young man said bluntly: "Miss is thin and unbearable. He couldn't help but ask, "Why did the young lady chase me and protect me with her life?" ”

"Because you are my savior, I originally just wanted to thank you, but I didn't expect to hear that my father made you eat poison."

Ming Chu pouted, his little head shaking: "Daddy gave you to me, but I don't want you." You are my savior, I will give you freedom, you go. ”

The boy looked up, his eyes bright, free, the freedom he had so much desired.

The watery eyes of the female doll in front of him reflected in his eyes, and he was in a dilemma, could he just leave? Leave this helpless little girl.

When freedom was so easily placed in front of him, he hesitated. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were soft, and he shook his head firmly, and he said, "I will not leave Miss." ”

Ming Chu smiled in surprise, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

She held his hand: "Really? Won't leave me for the rest of your life? ”

Without waiting for him to answer, Ming Chu had already hugged him, rubbing his head on his shoulder, and her voice was heartbreaking: "I'm so happy that you are willing to accompany me." ”

The young man's body froze, his eyes quickly dimmed, if one day he was going to die again, how could he fulfill his promise?