Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Keenly caught the flash of confusion in his eyes, as well as the undisguised guard, Ling Jingxuan glanced coldly at the fabric on his forehead, frowning slightly.

"Yes……"

"Damn!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Ling Jingxuan squatted down and grabbed his hand, his thin handsome face was covered with condensation, and after a while, he pouted, "There is blood stasis in the brain, it may be temporary amnesia caused by the impact, this is Your things, it's better to remind me early, and then roll as far as possible."

Throwing away his hand, Ling Jingxuan grabbed the broken cloth and threw it on him. There was also a jade pendant and a heavy purse inside. The jade pendant was engraved with the word Sheng, which should be related to his name. As for the purse things, he expressed no interest in watching, and now he just hopes that he will quickly remember his identity, answer a few questions to him, and finally go back to his own world.

"Wait, who are you? What has it got to do with me?"

Seeing that he was leaving, the man instinctively propped up his body. If he remembered correctly, they seemed to have said yesterday that they have children?

After a pause, Ling Jingxuan turned around slowly, his face woven with coldness, alienation and ridicule: "Look at the fabric in your hand, how could a country man like me have anything to do with you?"

Those rags looked like high-end goods, presumably his identity was not simple, and his intuition told him that if he had a relationship with him, his future would be even more difficult.

"That kid..."

The man frowned and blurted out impulsive, Ling Jingxuan snorted and interrupted him: "It seems that you should have heard my conversation with my parents, regardless of whether you have lost your memory or not, I will only say it once, the child is me Yes, it has nothing to do with you, you better keep this in mind for me, otherwise..."

Ling Jingxuan didn't continue to talk about the next words. He gave him a murderous look, turned around and walked out. If he really dared to grab a child from him, he really wouldn't mind killing him. The two buns are his sons. If he dares to fight their ideas, he will dare to fight with him! Gods stop killing Gods, Buddhas stop killing Buddhas!

The man didn't seem to be frightened by his threat. After he left, Qiáng endured the pain and propped up his body. His slender fingers flipped the purple cloth that Ling Jingxuan threw to him. It's valuable, but his eyes didn't linger too much on it. He flipped his hand and took out a blue-green transparent jade pendant. One side was engraved with the word "Sheng". His fingers rubbed the word unconsciously. A lot of pictures flashed, but the speed was too fast, and when he wanted to see clearly, all those pictures disappeared long ago.

Intuition told him that this jade pendant was closely related to his identity, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the jade pendant. Then he pulled out a seemingly simple purse wrapped in gold thread from the fabric. From it, he took out a black tiger-shaped jade carving.

"Well……"

The moment he saw the jade carving, his head, which was already aching, suddenly seemed to be pierced with dense needles. The pain was so painful that he had to throw away the jade carving. Holding a thick bowl in one hand, he glanced at the jade pendant and jade carvings that had fallen to the side, some speculation crossed his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but deepen, but he didn't say anything, just put the two bowls on the ground .

"and many more!"

Just when he was about to get up and leave, the man who was tormented by pain suddenly grabbed his wrist with such force that Ling Jingxuan felt as if his wrist was about to shatter. Said: "Who are you? Tell me your name."

The deep and sharp eyes locked him domineeringly, although he didn't know why he cared so much about it.

"Ling Jingxuan!"

Qiáng Xing shook off his hand, Ling Jingxuan lowered his eyes and glanced at his already black wrist, his voice was as cold as smashing hailstones, each word was enough to make people freeze three feet.

"Then you are mine..."

"Savior!"

The man's eager inquiry was interrupted again by Ling Jingxuan, ignoring his furrowed brows, Ling Jingxuan turned around and left after speaking, but what he didn't know was that the man's eyes kept following him until he could no longer see him. figure.

"Ling Jingxuan...?"

I don't know how long it took, the man withdrew his eyes and muttered his name and lay down, a smile that he didn't even notice on his lips.

Chapter 021 The identity of a man, tell the little bun

If he read it right, the black tiger-shaped jade carving should be... the legendary tiger talisman, right? In my memory, it seems that someone once called him Prince, and with the jade pendant engraved with the Chinese character Sheng, is he the only Prince Sheng in the Qing Dynasty who has the title of general?

Junxiu's brows suddenly tightened, Ling Jingxuan was unable to touch his forehead, he turned his heels and walked back to the backyard. Yesterday, when he was free, he taught the two buns a few three-character classics and two characters. A little sand was spread out in the backyard, at this time the two of them were using the branches to gather together and practice.

"Xiaowen Xiaowu."

The immature and thin profile of the face is faintly serious and focused, and the depression in Ling Jingxuan's heart disappeared. What is the importance of a man's identity? The son was born to him and will always be his. Instead of thinking wildly, it is better to think more about how to make more money and improve the family's economic situation as soon as possible. The two steamed buns will be five years old at the end of the year and should be sent to a private school for enlightenment.

"Daddy."

Hearing his call, the always enthusiastic little bun dropped the branches and threw himself into his arms, while the big bun was much more shy.

He just turned his head and called out to Dad, burying his head and reuniting with the gods and sketching.

"You, look at how serious brother is, Xiaowen, stop for a while, I have something to tell you."

Doting on the tip of Little Bun's nose, Ling Jingxuan hugged him with one hand and looked at Big Bun.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at him suspiciously, the big bun frowned and dropped the branch, as long as it wasn't about money, everything was easy to talk about.

Based on Ling Jingxuan's experience, how could he not see the big bun's thoughts?

For this reason, he only shook his head in addition to shaking his head, who made his little bun so poor?

"Xiaowen Xiaowu, I know you are only five years old. If you live in an ordinary family, I am afraid you are still acting like a spoiled child in the arms of your parents. It is because your father is not good that you have been burdened with too much pressure and stress at such a young age. The burden of life, don't talk yet, listen to me, are you all right?"

Suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart, Ling Jingxuan said while pulling the two buns and sat down behind the eaves, looking at their thin cheeks, the bottom of his eyes crawled into red heartache, seeing their little sword brows slowly wrinkling, Ling Jingxuan After calming them down separately, he continued to say seriously: "Some things happened, they happened. Dad didn't blame himself, and he didn't say anything to ask you to forgive me. The reason why I say so much today is because I I think you are all precocious and sensible. You have already been able to distinguish right from wrong, and you can use your brain to think about problems. So I think about this matter, I think it is better to tell you first, let's save that man... He is probably you 's biological father."

After making a series of foreshadowing, Ling Jingxuan finally said the main point. At the same time, his narrow and long Danfeng eyes carefully looked at them, for fear that they would collapse or not accept anything. After all, they are all five years old, and that man has never appeared once. However, it is normal for children to be rebellious, but to his surprise, the two buns are very calm, one pursed his lips, the other grimaced, and seemed to have known it for a long time.

Thinking about the quarrel with his parents yesterday, Ling Jingxuan rolled his eyes and took their hands together: "I don't want to hide from you, his identity doesn't seem to be simple, you might as well know it earlier, in case later... , You have a number in your heart, because he was severely hit on the head, he has temporarily forgotten who he is, so you can treat him as an ordinary villager."

As for the future, Ling Jingxuan is neither stupid nor overly arrogant. If the identity of the man is as he expected, it may be difficult to keep them based on his current abilities, but... A smear of Xiao Sha suddenly slid from the depths of his eyes. , nothing is absolute, as long as the little bun is not happy, he will never give up the custody of the child.

"I don't want him, I just want Daddy..."

He jumped up and put his arms around his neck, the big bun choked up.

"I don't want it either, Daddy, Daddy..."

Seeing this, the little bun also cried, and the two buns were buried on his shoulders and whimpered.

"Ow!"

"Fuck... stupid dog, don't let me go..."

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but be startled, and immediately realized that they had misunderstood him. Just as he was about to say something to appease them, two cubs appeared out of nowhere, and they opened their mouths to bite his trouser legs, although it didn't hurt. , but Ling Jingxuan still couldn't help the various black lines, kicked them and threw them out.