Stunned, he stood in place.

Jing Yiren suddenly stopped reading, and Lu Ming looked at her a little blankly: "Is it a typo again?" ”

"......" Jingyiren stood in place in a daze, his eyes fluttering.

His breathing became a little unsteady, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lowering his eyes, he didn't even look at the words on the wall, and read them again.

"Please have a three-foot sword, and the head of the beacon city will drain your liver and gall. In the coming year, it will be prosperous...... Good country! ”

“……”

Thinking of Jingyiren, he took a secret breath.

This is the message that the prince of Xiao Jin asked her to bring to the emperor's uncle, why is she here?

Is he dead? What does enemy invasion mean?

Xiao Jin did not fulfill his promise, so he left regrets to engrave these words?

Jingyiren's slender, fair-skinned little hands unconsciously stroked the handwriting on the wall and gently traced on it.

Clear eyes, raised his eyes to look at the rows of red words, and looked at them carefully.

"Yiren! What's wrong? Lu Ming noticed her strangeness.

Jing Yiren turned his head and raised his eyes to look at Lu Ming, his little nose shrunk sourly, and his eyes were red.

"Uncle! Can you tell me more about this man? ”

"......" Lu Ming saw her melancholy, and there was a sadness in his eyes.

Depth is the eyes fixed on her.

Lu Ming asked indifferently: "Do you know this person?" ”

Jingyiren bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes, and stood in place with a gloomy expression, looking down at the small flowers at his feet.

Flowers raised by blood?

Suddenly, a sense of homesickness welled up in Jingyi's heart, as well as the gloom and sadness of the deceased leaving.

Jing Yiren hesitated for a few seconds and nodded slightly.

"This is the poem of the prince of Xiao Jin!"

"Lord Xiao Jin, he grew up with me like my own brother, is he dead? ……”

Seeing that Jing Yiren looked anxious and wanted to cry, Lu Ming stretched out his arm and gently hugged her in his arms.

followed by a low reprimand: "Those unscrupulous merchants, engrave the poems on it!" ”

Saying that, Lu Ming held her little face.

"It must have happened to be a mistake, and now the merchants are getting something that no one else has seen in order to make money, and then some myths and rumors come out, and they must have embezzled it...... Xiao Jin's poem! ”

"......" Hearing this, Jingyi people shook their heads desperately and denied it.

Because this poem is only known to her, the prince of Xiaojin and the imperial uncle, no one knows this poem, how can it be faked?

"Uncle, will you tell me about him? Tell me everything you know! ”

"......" Lu Ming sighed secretly.

How to climb the mountain well to get a little Jin out.

The reason why Lu Ming never told Jingyi about the Luyuan Kingdom that he had found out was that he didn't want her to know that the Luyuan Kingdom had ceased to exist and perished thousands of years ago.

Lu Ming held her cerebellum, and her deep eyes were full of pity.

Tell the myth that he also heard to the Jingyi people.

"I don't know, it is rumored that this king was only 21 years old when he died, had no heirs, and was not married! Iraqis! These are all myths, and they should not be true. ”

Is "......" 21 years old? Xiao Jin Wang Ye is 4 years older than her, so she was already dead before Xiao Jin Wang Ye died?

But she is alive and well now, but the prince of Xiao Jin is gone!

Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming blankly: "Uncle! Am I not from another world? Why is there a poem by the prince of Xiao Jin here? Why is he dead, I am still alive and he is dead! ”