Zhu Minglie's eyes showed a surprising light, and his hand was always holding Liusu's hand, without letting go.
"Daughter, what are you... going to do?"
Liusu couldn't understand her daughter's sudden behavior. What did she do when she took out a dagger?
"Uncle, this is the dagger you gave me before. Do you still remember it?"
Xiao Qiluo asked.
Zhu Minglie lowered his head and looked at the dagger and said, "Remember."
A scene two years ago emerged from his memory—
"Little girl, you have to learn to protect yourself. If you can't become strong, you can only fall under your feet and let others trample on them like now. Do you understand?"
However, Xiao Qiluo did not seem to have heard his theory of the prey on the weak. Her watery eyes kept looking at his hands seriously, keeping looking at them.
Then, she lowered her head and carefully took out her white floral veil from her clothes. To Zhu Minglie's surprise, she stretched out a pink and beautiful little hand and picked up his thick but cold
A big hand—
“There is blood here.”
As she said that, she used her little handkerchief to wipe the little blood from Zhu Minglie away carefully and carefully. She was a short and small person, leaving Zhu Minglie's knees.
There is still a big festival, but she wipes it very carefully and carefully. She looks at his hands with big eyes, and her long eyelashes occasionally blink.
She rubbed it carefully and said—
"Uncle, my mother said that every child must have a veil on his body so that his hands will not be dirty. Uncle, your mother has not prepared a veil for you, right? I'll give you my veil. This is me
My mother embroidered it for me.”
Xiao Qiluo placed this handkerchief, which was not as big as his palm, in Zhu Minglie's hand very seriously.
"Mom..." Zhu Minglie lowered his eyes and looked at the handkerchief in his hand. The white silk was embroidered with small red flowers. The embroidered women seemed to be very bad. The flowers were embroidered regularly and unevenly. On the handkerchief, the embroidered
It also emitted the smell of a child's milk. His cold and hard heart was suddenly touched by something and murmured.
Is this child not sure if he has human blood on his hands?
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Qiluo found that the tall man in front of him had been looking at the handkerchief.
"What's your name?" Zhu Minglie folded the handkerchief and put it into his chest.
"Uncle, my name is Jun Qiluo, where are you." Xiao Qiluo not only answered his name, but also asked his name.
"Uncle, I am your uncle. From now on, call me like this." The Fourth Prince symbolizes indifference and ruthlessness, and the uncle is an uncle who can help the little girl wipe her nose and blow her ears.
Zhu Minglie took out a small dagger as long as his fingers from his body and put it into Qiluo's small hand. "Qiluo, this is for you. In the future, as long as you take it to find the uncle, the uncle will agree to you in everything."
"Yes!" Xiao Qiluo took the small dagger, looked carefully, and nodded heavily.
Zhu Minglie patted her head and turned around and left.
A black robe floated up, leaving only a melancholy curve.
At this time, he did not expect that later, Xiao Qiluo came to him with a dagger and asked him to agree to it, to give up what he cherished the most.
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"Uncle, you said that as long as I come to you with this dagger, no matter what request I make, you will agree. Do you still remember?"