"Well... Yesterday was Jing Lang saved me, do you know him?" Jing Yue's body was slightly stiff, feeling the burning scent between his neck and his body, and his body was stiff and could not move.

"Jing Lang?" The small town raised his head and looked at Jing Yue with a slight frown: "He actually went back to Beijing?"

"Well? Do you recognize him?" Jing Yue blinked and looked at Xiao Yu. I don't know why Jing Yue always had a familiar feeling with Jing Lang. This feeling made Jing Yue could not help but want to know this person.

"He is the son of Jingzhan. If it is not because of Jinglang, Jingzhan Xing has already been removed by the two masters." Xiao Yu held his arm and sat up and looked at Jing Yue. Jing Lang is in the North Gate, a general who is in charge of the three armed forces."

"Ah? He? General?" Jing Yue's eyes widened and he sat up and said in a strange opening.

Thinking of Jing Lang’s appearance, it’s not like being a general. It’s like watching...

what is it then?

Jing Yue does not know.

"Well, Jing Lang was on the battlefield at the age of ten, and he fought for more than ten years. He took the position of the general and guarded the North Gate to take charge of the three armed forces. This time he suddenly returned to Beijing, and I am afraid that it will come for this storage." I went down to the bed and raised my hand and put on the outer garment on the screen.

"Ten years..." Jingyue’s eyes showed a faint surprise, holding his knees and looking at Xiao Yu’s dressing opening and asking: "Have he not returned to Beijing for more than a decade? What about his father?" ?"

"Where is the name of Jingzhan, who did not know it a dozen years ago? Although he is now disabled with his legs, he is not a waste person. Based on Kyoto for a long time, he did not see a little bit of retreat, and the two masters competed for the position of the owner. In a few years, it was only a proxy owner." Xiao Yu said with a light sigh.

"Wow... it sounds so good..." Jingyue suddenly burst into a surprise.

"But... what did you suddenly do to the Jing family so much?" Xiao Yu frowned and looked at Jing Yue.

"That... people have saved me, I have to know who it is." Jing Yue was looked at by Xiao Yan's eyes and said with a slight panic.

Xiao Yu heard the words slowly turning back to his eyes, and staring at Jing Yue, said: "I will send people to check yesterday. You have to go out and bring more guards. I will be very busy in the next few days. If you find me, let the second sentence come to me."

"Ah...oh..." Jing Yue blinked and looked at Xiao Yu and nodded.

"Remember to miss me." Xiao Yu leaned down, gently printed a kiss in the corner of Jingyue, with a touch of joy in his eyes, regardless of the completely petrified Jingyue, turned and strode away.

"I...just... was it being sung?" Jingyue blinked and licked his face.

When Jing Yue washes the door, he sees the pen in the hand of Jing Yue’s door with a long sword in his hand. The face that looks like a piece of wood without a little expression makes the good mood of Jing Yue’s rise suddenly burst. It is.

Uh...she wants to go out with this wood pile?

"Huangfu, where are we going?" Yinqiao closely followed Jingyue’s side, watching the street where the man came and went, fearing that Jingyue had gone without care, and asked nervously.

"I don't know, play with you." Jing Yue said that he was very generous and easy to spread.

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