"Thirteen? You're here too."
Jin Shisan looked at Jin Shier who had appeared and said, "Since the master gave the order, I naturally came here. If this matter gets out of hand, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Jin Shier was still holding an embroidered handkerchief in her hand. "That's right. These people are just bold. They take advantage of the fact that the emperor is far away and can't investigate that far, so they act so blatantly."
Jin Shisan looked at what was in his hand, "What is this?"
"I've recently started learning embroidery..."
Thirteen:"……"
"Forget about your embroidery, we need to go and rescue those children who were taken away and send them back to their homes."
Upon hearing this, Jin Shier smiled and said, "Although going home is a beautiful word, not every home can be called home."
"Among those children, apart from those who were abducted, most of them were sold."
Jin Shisan: "..."
"Boss, stop messing around, they've started their operation."
Someone spoke nearby, and the two figures disappeared from the spot.
...
Just as the four were surrounded, Nan Fengyi was about to call out his guards when he unexpectedly saw a strange man in red descending from the sky.
The man stood in the center, looking at the guards, a smile playing on his lips, his voice cold, "It's impolite to disturb someone's peaceful sleep."
The people on the other side said, "Another one coming to die. Kill the rest of you, but don't hurt those two little brats."
"yes."
The moment Nan Fengyi clenched his fist, he realized there was no need to call Nan Yun and the others out.
Because this man killed those people in an instant... Yes, in an instant, those people died right in front of him.
The man in red teleported to Nan Fengyi's side, and then a small figure blocked his way.
"Don't hurt him."
Nan Fengyi tilted his head and looked at the little boy, not understanding why the child was so nice to him.
"Song Ling'an."
The little boy was taken aback. "How do you know my name?"
The man in red said, "Get out of the way."
Then his gaze fell on Nan Fengyi's face, especially after looking into his eyes, he squatted down and asked him, "Who is your mother? What is your name?"
But upon closer reflection, if it were that person, with her strength, she would never allow her child to end up in such a place.
Perhaps it's because these eyes bear a striking resemblance to those of an old friend.
The boy suddenly remembered what his master often said: he had a martial uncle who liked men who wore red clothes. His senior brother hadn't made a move, and now he understood—this was the martial uncle he had never met before. "Don't bully him, he's timid."
The man scoffed and stopped asking questions. Then, a childish voice, tinged with coldness and indifference, said, "Before asking the other party's name, shouldn't you also introduce yourself?"
A familiar feeling washed over him, and the man glanced at the brat again. "Jin Si."
Nan Fengyi looked at him and understood.
Then he reached out his hand and said, "Hug."
Jin Si: "???"
Song Ling'an was also taken aback. "No. I'm so good to you, little brother, why won't you let me hug you?"
Nan Fengyi: "I never hug outsiders."
Jin Si chuckled. "Little rascal. What's your name?"
"If we are to address each other as master and servant, you should call me 'Young Master'."
Jin Si raised an eyebrow slightly. "Young Master? Alright, Young Master, where is your mother?"
Nan Fengyi: "Probably hiding in the shadows."
Jin Si held the person in his arms, and there was nothing he didn't understand.
When he arrived in the capital, he received news of his master's death. By the time he got there, his master had already been buried for half a month.
If he hadn't been delayed on the road, he would have had time to see his master one last time. Later, he was still unwilling to give up, and only after learning that Yi Liu and the others had been sent away by the old prince did he have no choice but to believe it.
Until a year ago, when he got drunk, he went on a drunken rampage, thinking that his powerful master couldn't possibly have died so easily.
I want to see him alive or dead.
So he secretly ran into his master's tomb... and when he saw that the coffin was empty, he was delighted.
The master is not dead.
So he started looking for people. Since his master was not dead, Yi Liu and the others must also be by his side.
As it turned out, what he found out was that Yi Er had already married a young lady from a security escort agency and had even started a business. As for Yi Yi and the others, their whereabouts were unknown...
I planned to go find Yi Er, but after he got married, I don't know where he went.
So, when Jinfeng returned from the border, the man found him, but the man had already resigned from his official post and begun a life of seclusion...
After learning that their master had died for His Majesty, the first thing the two did upon meeting was to rob their master's tomb...
"With so many funerary items, why didn't he just pay with his own life?!"
"I'm so angry!"
So now, Murong Jin's tomb is truly destitute and empty...
Jin Si held the little cub in his arms, liking it more and more as he looked at it. Those eyes were exactly the same as his master's.
Do you know who I am?
Nan Fengyi hummed in agreement. "Uncle Yi and the others are still wondering why you haven't come to see them."
Upon hearing this, Jin Si exclaimed, "Hmm? Why do you say that? They haven't given me any information about their whereabouts, how am I supposed to find them?"
Nan Fengyi looked puzzled for a moment. "He said he delivered a letter to you. It has a special mark on it that only you two would know."
Jin Si was taken aback. "A letter?"
Then he remembered that shortly after arriving in the capital, he received a letter. The messenger claimed it was from his sweetheart. Upon hearing the word "sweetheart," he knew without a doubt it was a scam. And then... he threw the letter away...
grass.
Looking at the expression on his face, Nan Fengyi had probably already guessed what was going on.
This person looks somewhat sinister, and in some ways, his personality is similar to that of Uncle Yi.
Song Ling'an listened to their conversation and asked, "No, Uncle-Master, do you know this younger brother?"
"Yes, he is my and your master's young master. You should call him young master from now on."
Song Ling'an was taken aback. "Huh?"
"But he's dressed so shabbily, is he really the young master?"
He had heard before that his master and the others had a master who was missing, but he never expected that their first meeting would be with the so-called master's child.
"You still haven't told me your name?"
Nan Fengyi glanced at him sideways, his eyes cold. "I don't want to tell you."
Jin Si: "..." Well, there's no need to analyze it now. This personality is exactly the same as when the master was the regent.
"Then I won't ask that question, young master. Where is your father? Who is he?"
"Dead."
Jin Si: "..."
Arriving at a certain place, he saw the group of people patrolling and searching for someone. Nan Fengyi took out a small flute from his waist.
After seeing his expression, Jin Si made no further move. Then, a sound rang out, and several men in black appeared beside him.
Nan Fengyi said indifferently, "Get rid of it, it's too much of an eyesore."
"yes."
Jin Si was delighted.
This is practically a miniature version of the master!
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