The brother and sister were shocked, and something flashed through their eyes: "What...what sounds familiar? Mother, did you not sleep well last night? Is your hearing not working well?"

"Yes, he is a beggar. Why does he sound so familiar? Did he beg from you before when you were on the street?"

Wei Xi and Zi Ye looked at each other, and in tacit understanding, they took Qin Ye's hands and pulled her into the mansion.

"Mom, I want to read a book~~"

"Mom, I want to eat grapes."

The two children acted coquettishly to divert her attention.

At the same time, Wei Xi turned his head and winked at the housekeeper: What are you still doing there? Quickly give the silver to the beggar and then take the beggar to the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Qin Ye walked in, pondering carefully.

She really felt that this person's voice sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before?

But when I thought about it seriously, I couldn’t remember it.

She still felt that this person's appearance was a little strange.

Could it be that he is an undercover agent sent by Jun Luoyuan?

After thinking for a while, Qin Ye's eyes suddenly flashed, and he turned around and slapped the beggar man on the chest.

The man's eyes darkened slightly, and his body's vigilance developed over the years made him subconsciously want to fight back, but a string in his brain suddenly tightened, and in that short one-second reaction time, he stood still and pretended to be clumsy.

Bang!

A palm came over.

He was thrown to the ground and fell back three or four times.

So embarrassing!

Wei Xi and Zi Ye quickly covered their eyes: their daddy, who was usually high and mighty, pampered and able to plan everything, got beaten, and they couldn't even fight back.

The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it for too long.

Dad! Please be patient!

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Qin Ye withdrew his hand. Seeing that this man was slow to react and had no martial arts foundation, he felt relieved.

It seems that he is really a beggar.

"Butler, please make arrangements for him." After giving the order, he took the two children into the mansion.

As soon as he left, Jun Qingyu arrived. He heard the noise and learned about the incident. He looked curiously at the beggar man, the wooden cart and the corpse beside him.

Why do I suddenly feel that this beggar looks familiar?

Jun Qingyu frowned.

Is it his illusion?

He walked out of the Imperial Master's Mansion, down the steps, and walked closer, "Selling yourself to bury your father?"

A large hand with distinct joints rested on the edge of the wooden cart. The index finger hooked the straw mat, lifted up a corner and glanced at the corpse.

"Your complexion is quite rosy."

“…”

As soon as he finished speaking, perhaps because the man's aura was too strong, the 'corpse' couldn't help but tremble.

Jun Qingyu was stunned at first, but after realizing that it was a scam, he was about to lift the straw mat.

Bang!

A hand squeezed him.

"You!" Jun Qingyu turned her head and saw a pair of bottomless black eyes hidden under the beggar's messy hair. Her mind buzzed.

"you……"

He saw it clearly!

Isn’t this person the missing King Dong Lingchen!

He chased his wife all the way to the Imperial Master's Mansion and even ended up selling himself to bury his father!

"Mind your own business." The man lowered his voice, and his cold words were full of warnings.

Jun Qingyu was shocked, but also felt relieved and sad.

When Prince Chen came, he hoped that his sister would be reunited with Prince Chen and their two children; but he was also afraid that when Prince Chen came, he would lose his sister.

He pursed his lips bitterly and slowly put down his hand.

He won't expose him.

In the following period of time, whether Prince Chen will catch up with his wife first or win his sister's heart first, it all depends on their abilities.

He laughed and pretended to be teasing: "Your 'father' doesn't seem to be dead yet, do you want me to give him a beating?"

The 'corpse' on the wooden cart: "..."

The beggar man said in a cold voice: "It's hot, it will be cold by night."

The butler next to him: “?”

What kind of conversation is this?

Why do I always feel like something is a little weird?