Chapter 385 If you don’t speak, no one will think you are dumb!
"Hey, this kid!"
With a cry of surprise, Mo Jinchuan appeared behind Xiaotian like an arrow, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Xiaotian's feet were hanging in the air, kicking vigorously, and he shouted, "You bad guys, let me go!
If my father finds out, he won’t let you go even if he becomes a ghost.”
Xi Lin curled his lips and couldn't help but ask, "If your father's ghost was really that useful, would you and your mother be bullied like this?"
What he said was true, but it was also really hard to hear.
Xiaotian's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears as big as beans flowed down his cheeks. Mixed with the mud on his face, he looked more like a little beggar.
Ignoring Song Yanxi's disapproving look, Xi Lin sighed softly and said, "It's worth mentioning. If your father knew about this and saw how shameful you are now, he would probably regret having only one son."
Xiaotian retorted: "No, I have a younger sister."
After he finished speaking, he cried even harder, sobbing, "My sister is lost. It's all my fault for not taking good care of her."
Xi Lin frowned and scolded, "Shut up! If you cry again, I'll throw you out."
Xiaotian's eyes suddenly widened, and he said angrily, "You are a bad guy, you will be punished!"
At first, he mentioned a figure one by one, and when he kowtowed to him, he also said that he would work like a slave to repay him in the future.
How long has it been since he became a bad guy who deserves retribution?
Xi Lin nodded thoughtfully and said, "You are right, retribution has come."
He frowned and glanced at the woman's corpse on the ground, then looked at Song Yanxi and said, "Could you please help look after it for a while? I'll go find a corpse collector. It's not good for people to stay here all the time."
Before leaving, he glared at Mo Jinchuan and said darkly, "If Your Majesty doesn't let go, I'm afraid we'll need two coffins."
Mo Jinchuan let go of his hand, and Xiaotian fell to the ground, coughing violently a few times, with a confused look on his face.
He murmured, "Your Majesty..."
Xiaotian slowly turned his head and looked carefully at Mo Jinchuan's cold eyebrows. After recognizing him, he quickly shook his head and said firmly: "You are not the prince!"
Mo Jinchuan: "Why do you think so?"
Xiaotian wiped his tears and pouted, "The prince is not as handsome as you."
For a moment, Mo Jinchuan didn't know whether to be relieved or angry.
While the two were talking, Song Yanxi took off her cloak, walked forward, squatted down, and covered the woman with it, saying softly, "Just go with peace of mind, don't worry about the child."
Seeing her movements, Xiaotian immediately rushed over, blocking the woman with his thin body, staring at her like a little wolf cub.
He threatened fiercely, "Don't touch my mother!"
Song Yanxi didn't look up, but carefully arranged the messy hair on the woman's forehead, and said coldly: "If I were you, I wouldn't stop your mother from being buried in peace."
When Xiaotian heard that she was going to be buried, he panicked even more and said in a trembling voice, "My mother doesn't want to be buried. Don't touch her!"
He wanted to push Song Yanxi, but before he could touch her clothes, Mo Jinchuan grabbed her collar and forced him to take a few steps back.
"You fake prince, let me go!"
Mo Jinchuan lost his patience. He turned his men around so that they were facing him and said coldly, "Open your eyes and take a good look at me. Is this king real or fake?"
"You are not a prince. You don't have a prince's beard!"
Xiaotian tried to kick him, but Mo Jinchuan blocked his move with his leg. He then tried to hit him with his head, but he was blocked by Mo Jinchuan's hand.
The arrogance that he used to be proud of was like a chick encountering a big eagle. Even if he jumped up and attacked with all his might, he could only tickle the other party.
Realizing the disparity in strength, he originally wanted to give up.
But when he caught a glimpse of his mother out of the corner of his eye, a surge of courage suddenly surged in his heart.
"Don't touch my mother!"
He roared angrily, gritted his teeth and pushed Mo Jinchuan back half a step.
Even if it's just half a step, it's shocking enough.
A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Jinchuan's eyes, and then there was more appreciation.
He is a good candidate for martial arts.
Seeing him push him away and about to push Song Yanxi again, Mo Jinchuan reached out and hooked his collar, warning: "Little devil, behave yourself."
Hearing this, Xiaotian suddenly stopped struggling.
He turned his head with great effort, stared at Mo Jinchuan's eyebrows and eyes again and again, and suddenly burst into tears.
After crying for a while, I started laughing again.
His face was covered with tears and snot, and he looked very miserable.
Mo Jinchuan let go of his hand and took half a step back to create some distance.
Xiaotian asked with tears in his eyes: "Prince, do you think Xiaotian is dirty?"
Mo Jinchuan: "Yes."
Hearing this, Song Yanxi glanced back and saw Xiaotian pouting and about to cry again. She couldn't help but say, "The prince doesn't dislike you. There are always soldiers rolling in the mud during training."
Mo Jinchuan moved his lips: "I don't have it."
Song Yanxi glared at him and whispered, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb!"
Xiaotian's eyes suddenly widened, and he clenched his fists and said, "Don't talk about the prince!"
"Didn't you just say he wasn't?"
"That's because I didn't see clearly, he is the prince!"
Afraid that Song Yanxi wouldn't believe him, Xiaotian wiped away his tears and said, "When I went to the military camp to look for my father, I met the prince, and he said the same thing to me."
Mo Jinchuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What's your father's name?"
Xiaotian straightened his back and said with great pride: "My father's name is Lin Dazhi, which means he has great ambitions."
"Lin Dazhi..." As Mo Jinchuan whispered the name, a round face appeared in front of his eyes.
He was originally a logistics soldier, and he kept insisting on going to the front to kill the enemy, just because the enemy's heads could be exchanged for more wages.
The child in front of him was actually his son.
Meeting Xiaotian's expectant eyes, Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin and said, "I remember your father. He was a real man."
Xiaotian lowered his head and said dejectedly: "My father said that the person he admires most is the prince."
Looking at his eyes that resembled his father's, Mo Jinchuan asked, "Do you still remember where your father is buried?"
Xiaotian nodded hurriedly and asked nervously, "Your Majesty, can you bury my mother in there too?"
Seeing Mo Jinchuan nod, he asked again: "Your Majesty, could you please be kind enough to prepare a coffin for me as well?"
He lowered his eyes and said softly, "I want to sleep with my parents."
Mo Jinchuan said coldly, "Your mother can do it, but you can't."
Before Xiaotian could say anything, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside the yard.
It sounded like a few thugs discussing whose daughter was pretty and whose daughter-in-law had a better figure.
Xiaotian, who had originally looked depressed, suddenly changed his expression. He picked up the big stick on the ground and rushed out.
Through the half-crumbling wooden door, his childish and fragile voice rang out, "You bastards, get out of here!"
"Hey, isn't this Qiu Niang's brat? He's not as tall as a stick, but he has quite the aura."
"Look at his eyebrows and eyes, they are exactly the same as his short-lived father. It really brings bad luck!"
"Where's your mother? Hurry up and call her out to serve us brothers. Who are you looking down on by sending a little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair here?"
Listening to the unbearable words outside, Mo Jinchuan looked at Song Yanxi and said with a gloomy face: "Stay in the room and don't go out. I'll be back soon."
Song Yanxi paused holding the handkerchief, then softly replied, "Thank you, Your Highness. I thank you on behalf of the mother and son."
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