Finally, beside the grass attached to a dilapidated tent, he found Ying Baoyue sitting in the grass with his legs in his arms.

She closed her eyes, her sweaty forehead was pressed against her cheeks, and beads of sweat flowed down her snow-white neck, and penetrated into the red skirt that was already wrinkled on her body.

Li Ji looked at this scene and quickly looked away the next moment.

Because he found that his breath began to become abnormal.

He himself felt that this change was a bit scary.

Li Ji closed his eyes and repeatedly told himself that it was just a peach in the grass, but it looked even more delicious because it was stained with dew.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Ying Baoyue, who was sitting in the grass, had opened her eyes and was quietly looking at him.

Her eyes were still clear, but there were a lot of blood. It seemed that confronting Chun Yu Ye last night consumed a huge amount of energy.

Confronting someone who is higher than her level, she has to tighten her nerves almost every minute and every second, not to mention that she is facing such an unpredictable opponent.

Li Ji sighed in his heart and walked closer to her step by step.

But just as he was about to walk to Ying Baoyue, a small black shadow suddenly rushed over from the side and blocked between him and Ying Baoyue.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The little black shadow opened his teeth and claws at him, making a whimpering sound of intimidation.

Li Ji thought it was a wild beast, but when he looked closely, he found that it was a five or six-year-old child. He stretched out his arms and blocked Ying Baoyue's face, bared his little white teeth at him, and tried his best to show a fierce look.

It's like a beagle.

No, is it a little wolf cub?

Li Ji's eyes touched the little boy's green twinkle, and his eyes flashed.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The little boy called him a few words in a daze, and Li Ji faintly heard that it was the meaning of getting out of the Western Rong language.

He was actually a native Xirong boy.

Li Ji looked at the small figure of the woman behind him, who was not as tall as his thighs, but tried his best to protect the small figure of the woman behind him, and his eyes became complicated for a moment.

This scene was really strange and familiar to him.

Did he do such a thing many years ago?

"Yin Zhixie."

At this time, Ying Baoyue's voice, who had been slow to react because of her fatigue, raised her hand hard, reached out to comfort her, patted Yin Zhi on his slanted shoulder, and said to him in Xirong language, "This is my friend, and will not hurt me."

"friend?"

Yin Zhi glanced at the slanted eyes, looking suspicious.

Ying Baoyue couldn't help laughing and glanced at Li Ji teasingly, "It seems that you don't look like a good person in this way."

Li Ji touched the beard that was stuck on his chin, looking helpless, "Is it because of this?"

"I'm afraid you're still in your current size," Ying Baoyue gestured, "For children, the taller the more oppressed you feel."

Li Ji was speechless, but even he had no affinity for the original appearance. When he went out with Zhao Guang, a child would even cry immediately when he saw the mask on his face.

"You are as popular as ever," Li Ji glanced at the boy named Yin Zhixie's clothes and frowned, "Whose child is he?"

"He is now the adopted son of the Eleventh Zhai Wang Chunyu," Ying Baoyue reached out and touched Yin Zhi's slanted head, "Why did you run out early in the morning? Where is your father?"

Yin Zhi turned around and grabbed her arm. Qiqiai Ai said, "Dancer, Father, sleep."

Ying Baoyue's eyes twitched.

Chunyuqian that bastard...

Chunyu Ye had many missions at this wedding, but there were not only men in the mission, but also many Western Region dancers.

The White Wolf King Court last night was probably very lively.

Perhaps the only Xirong nobles who only spoke for one night last night were Chunyu Ye.

Chunyu Yan's genuine wife and children were left in the fiefdom by him. Last night, he probably drank the tent like his name and went to have fun without restraint.

Yin Zhixie, the oil-dragged bottle, was naturally thrown outside the tent by him. Ying Baoyue touched the dew on the boy's forehead, guessing that he probably spent the whole night wandering outside the tents last night.

"I saw the words of the Eleventh King of Di, a quarter of an hour ago outside the tent of the Kucha delegation."

Li Ji pointed in a direction and said obscurely, "He is probably finished, it looks like he is looking for someone."

Only after I was done did I remember that I had a son who had lost it outside?

Ying Baoyue was speechless, but when she looked at Yin Zhixie's solid appearance, she was still energetic, so she didn't say anything more and patted him on the shoulder, "Your father is looking for you there, go."

Yin Zhi ran a few steps in the direction Li Ji pointed, stopped and turned around, staring at Ying Baoyue without any moment, his eyes full of worry.

"elder sister?"

"Go quickly," Ying Baoyue smiled at him helplessly, "I really won't be in trouble."

"This..." She glanced at Li Ji, "This uncle, I can't do anything to me."

Yin Zhixie was still suspicious, but at this moment, the sound of Chunyu Yan calling his name came from afar. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran in that direction.

The little boy's figure disappeared between the tents. Li Ji glanced at the direction where he disappeared, turned to Ying Baoyue, "Uncle?"

"If you get married at a normal age, you can be his father," Ying Baoyue looked at her with a funny look, "What? Do you still feel that you are at a disadvantage?"

Li Ji would care about this title, which surprised her.

Li Ji was silent for a moment. He was not young anymore, and a five or six-year-old child could indeed be his son.

But if he heard it right just now, is this kid calling Ying Baoyue the sister?

Li Ji squatted down and reached out to put his hand on Ying Baoyue's pulse door, "How did you know him?"

Seeing the little boy trying hard to protect her just now, it felt like it was not an ordinary relationship.

"By mistake, I saved him once," Ying Baoyue said, "I thought I would not see you again at that time, but he became Chunyu Ye's adopted son."

Li Ji's eyes became deeper. Judging from the wildness and defense in his eyes, he could probably guess what the child had encountered before.

He moved his hand to Ying Baoyue's other hand, pretending to be careless and asked, "Do you like children?"

He actually wanted to ask, did she save other children before?

"child?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned. She really didn't know how to answer this question.

What puzzled her even more was why Li Ji's tone sounded like a child in her ears?

It was like asking her if she wanted to have one?

"Yeah, this..."

Ying Baoyue was stunned for a while, "It's okay."

It’s not just about her savings, but about her instinct.

"Yeah?"

Li Ji took a deep breath and put down her wrist. He had confirmed that the medicinal power in Ying Baoyue's body had been eliminated, but he was a little overworked.

"Did you go smoothly last night?"

"It went very smoothly," Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "By the way, Chunyu Ye agreed. You can find a reason to leave in two days, and then we will meet outside."

Did Chunyu Ye really agree?

Li Ji slowly clenched his fists under his sleeves, and he raised his head and was about to ask Ying Baoyue how he made Chunyu Ye agree, but he didn't expect Ying Baoyue to look at him and suddenly asked, "Li Ji, have you ever considered getting married and having children?"

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