Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Wulanjia was supported by a group of attendants. The half-grown boy was very clever and did not rush forward again.

He wobbled with a lame leg and stood firm, looking at Lin Yi: "Little honey, why don't you know me?"

Lin Yi was so choked by him that he wanted to punch someone, he folded his arms and said coldly: "What sweetheart Moon Honey? If you talk nonsense again, I'll discount your leg too!"

Lin Xiaohou didn't like this, Xiao Huan's frown was relaxed.

After hearing Lin Yi's words, Wulanjia's subordinates immediately protected the little prince, as if they were going to fight Lin Yi desperately, and the prefect Meng De'an hurried forward to stop him.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, young master, Prince Ulanja said that he met you before, and he missed you very much when he mentioned you. Do you think there is any misunderstanding?"

Seeing that Xiao Huan's expression turned cold, Meng De'an immediately stopped Wu Lanjia who was about to speak again: "Your Highness, the people of Yan Kingdom are very reserved when speaking, you should change your address, don't be... so nasty."

Wulanjia covered his heart, shaking his brown curly hair, and said to Lin Yi: "Young master, we have met before. You and your father saved me, and we were still young at that time."

Lin Yi: "Little kid... we are also very young now!"

The little prince is fluent in Chinese on the surface, but there are still some problems in reality, so Lin Yi doesn't care about Xiaomitang with him.

He looked at Wulanjia carefully, and finally dug out some shadows from his memory.

It was when he was eleven or twelve years old. Lin Sihong took him to play around the Dingyuan army garrison. In the wasteland, he picked up a seven or eight-year-old little hair ball with curly light brown hair. He was taken away by wolves.

They handed over the child to the Dingyuan army to settle down, and they didn't care anymore, it turned out that it was the little prince of the Yuezhi Kingdom.

Wulanjia's memory is very good. After a few years, he still remembered Lin Yi, and even recognized Lin Yi at a glance.

"He was Ding Dian at that time, about the same size as my He Xiheng." Lin Yi whispered to Xiao Huan.

Lin Yi recalled the little doll covered in plaster, and then looked at the cute but inarticulate little guy in front of him, and barely matched them.

Meng De'an breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, it's all fate."

A few people sat down in the hall, Wulanjia retreated his men, Lin Yi said strangely: "You are also a prince after all, why have you been waiting in the wild to feed wolves since you were young, or were your legs broken by robbers? Your royal father Did you know he has a son like you?"

"In the past, I was the one who sneaked out with the caravan and got lost halfway." Wulanjia was a little bit wronged, "My father has twelve sons, so naturally he can't control me every day, but he knows it well."

"Really, are you sure you're still among those twelve?" Lin Yi shook his head.

Ulanja: "..."

"What are you doing here this time?" Lin Yi asked him.

"Of course I came to play."

"Those people are your guards?" Lin Yi pointed outside, "Your legs are broken, how come they are unscathed?"

"I was left alone when the accident happened." Every curl of Wulanjia's hair was a little sad, "It's a bit unlucky in the year of birth."

Lin Yi: "...You Yuezhi people still pay attention to the year of birth?"

Feeling sorry for each other, Meng De'an took out a clean red handkerchief and gave it to Wu Lanjia: "Your Highness, use this in your birth year."

Xiao Huan glanced at the tall and burly bodyguards of the Yue family who were outside the courtyard, without beating around the bush, he said bluntly, "Is there something wrong with your subordinates?"

Wulanjia paused, a little listless, and his expression became serious: "I'm not sure, it happened suddenly that day, and it's very confusing in retrospect."

Lin Yi thought for a moment, and understood what was going on: "You are worried that there are traitors among your people, so you just stay in the prefect's mansion."

Ulanja had a heartache on his face: "Why are you, why is your mouth so poisonous? You were very gentle when you saved me before."

Lin Yi was inexplicable: "You didn't deserve such a beating when you saved you before."

Meng De'an began to sweat again: "Young Master, little prince, peace makes money."

Lin Yi got up and took a few steps, and said to Wulanjia: "Be at ease first, your people will not start here, just leave it to us."

"Okay." Wulanjia was moved.

A servant came in: "Young Lord, Lord Yuheng asked you to go to the courtyard in the west wing."

Lin Yi and Xiao Huan passed by, and Mr. Yuheng was already waiting there: "Little Master Lin, the medicine I gave you yesterday is too effective, and it is better to cooperate with acupuncture now."

Lin Yi followed Mr. Yuheng to the next room to perform acupuncture.Meng De'an chased him out, checked that there was no one else around, and saluted Xiao Huan respectfully: "Your Highness."

Xiao Huan signaled him to be excused, and asked, "Have the displaced persons from Yinping County been resettled?"

Meng De'an said: "Yes, I managed to build a shed in the northern suburbs enclosure, and in the past two days, I have diverted half of them to other prefectures and counties. I open a warehouse every day to give out porridge, and young and strong laborers are hired to repair the dam. When people from Lizhou come to take over, most of them will still return to their hometowns to farm."

Meng De'an's official position is not very high, not to mention his background, and his official career has not been very good recently, but he is very popular, not only has a relationship with Marquis Lie Jun, but also knows King Xiting himself.

You know, in the entire Jiangzhou, except for the people in Danxiao Palace, almost no one knows what King Xiting is like.

This is also due to a coincidence, Qingning Mansion's unique famous wine "Yingxiaowo" is rare because it can only produce [-] altars a year.

The entire Great Yan Kingdom, the Western Regions, the northern and southern frontiers, and the East China Sea overseas, plus the annual tribute from the imperial court, needed far more than what was produced, and there were not enough jars left throughout the year.

But in the whole year before, Qingning Mansion made fun of me when they were out of the cellar, and the ones that survived in the cellar, a total of four hundred altars, were all bought by Danxiao Palace.

Dozens of carts of famous wine were transported from here to Danxiao Palace, which was no different from transporting gold. Meng De'an was very worried, so he took someone to escort them.

Danxiao Palace is the residence specially given by the emperor to King Xiting, just like the holy land of the fairy palace, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

While waiting outside, he was chatting with the people next to him, and when he was talking about how he used to work in Yingzhou and had some friendship with Marquis Liejun's mansion, the people from Danxiao Palace called him in.

That's how Meng De'an met Xiting Wang Xiao Huan, and chatted with Xiao Huan for a while with trepidation based on his years of secular skills, most of which was about the affairs of Marquis Liejun's mansion.

He is very knowledgeable, he doesn't need to be told by others, and he has never revealed a word about King Xiting to anyone, his mouth is extremely reliable, he is really a malleable talent.

Xiao Huan thought for a while, and said: "Today is a bit late, tomorrow Ziyao and I will go to the northern suburbs to have a look."

Meng De'an nodded: "Your Highness is sympathetic to the refugees, and has a benevolent heart."

Meng De'an pondered for a moment, and then said with an almost concerned expression, "Your Highness, you sent so much wine last year, could it be that His Highness drank all of it?"

Xiao Huanyun said calmly: "Why not?"

Meng De'an choked for a moment, Huang Dou stared like a kidney bean: "Du, Du... [-] altars! You can drink it in a year... Together, you can get..."

Xiao Huan lowered his eyes and said, "Have you figured it out?"

Meng De'an didn't expect that the king of Xiting had a problem with alcoholism, and realized that he had exceeded the rules, and waved his hands again and again: "Your Majesty is rude, Your Highness still has to... pay attention to your body, drink to your heart's content, big... ah no, no, As long as His Highness is happy."

"Aww, it hurts, it hurts! Xiao Huan! Help!"

The sound of Lin Yi crying and howling wolves came from the side room, and a group of birds were startled in the prefect's mansion.

Xiao Huan immediately strode over and pushed open the door. Jun Yuheng covered his ear with one hand and held the needle in the other: "A few needles, what's the matter! Be strong, young master Lin!"

Lin Yi was lying on the bed, his crimson shirt half-faded to his waist, and his shoulders to his back were pricked like a hedgehog by silver needles.

He had black hair scattered around his neck, turned his head to look at Xiao Huan with difficulty, and said pitifully, "Why did you come in?"

"You just called me."

Xiao Huan looked at his pale back with beautiful skeletal lines, where densely packed needles were being poked, his heart ached for a while, and he didn't know whether he should go forward or not.

"Did I call you? Maybe I was in a hurry..." Lin Yi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he seemed really uncomfortable.

Jun Yuheng raised the orchid finger and gave another needle, and then twisted slowly with the tail of the needle. It was painful, sore and numb. This is already the No. 30 needle, no wonder Lin Yi wanted to call for help.

Hearing the sound, Wulanjia rushed over with her lame legs bouncing around, poked her head around and looked into the room: "What's wrong, Little Candied is screaming so badly?"

Wulanjia didn't even see a hair on Lin Yi's white back, so Xiao Huan raised his hand to cover his eyes and pushed it to Meng De'an. The next moment he struggled to rush into the room, Xiao Huan had already entered the room, Ulanja slapped the door with her whole body.

Xiao Huan sat on the bed and talked with Lin Yi. Lin Yi shifted his attention and felt much better. When he felt sore and anxious, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Huan's hand.

Jun Yuheng said helplessly: "No, it's just a battle to have a baby."

Yu Hengjun finally started to withdraw the needle, Lin Yi asked in a muffled voice, "It didn't hurt so much before the needle was applied."

Yuheng Jun gave him a look at the silver needle: "Little Master Lin, I was afraid that you would run away and didn't show it to you, this is the needle for you."

"Yuheng-jun! This is for cattle!"

Lin Yi saw the thickness of the needle clearly and almost fainted. If he had known just now, he would have to run out even if Mr. Yuheng was knocked out.

Lin Yi grabbed Xiao Huan's hand and got up, put on his clothes. Xiao Huan glanced at Lin Yi's disheveled body, turned his head and coughed lightly.

As soon as the door was opened, Wulanjia saw that Lin Yi was pulling Xiao Huan out of the house, and asked, "Why are you going? Take me with you, I've been bored for several days."

Lin Yi glanced at his splinted leg, smiled perfunctorily and said, "You wait there, and I will buy you candy when you come back."

Wulanjia watched them leave the prefect's mansion, turned around and asked Meng De'an aggrievedly: "Does he think I'm lame?"

Meng De'an waved his hand: "It's nothing, the young master just thinks that your legs and feet are inconvenient."

Ulanja: "Isn't that just dislike for my lameness?"

Xiao Huan took Lin Yi to a street, which was very famous Baijiu Lane in Qingning Mansion.The whole street is full of wine fragrance, and every family has its own wine making recipe.

Lin Yi randomly picked a lively restaurant to order a table of food and drink, and ordered them to be sent to the prefect's mansion.

The two walked through the crowded and winding streets in the hustle and bustle, and stopped at the entrance of a winery. The plaque on the door was engraved with the words "Baoyuelou", which is where "Should Laugh at Me".

In contrast to the nearby restaurants, Baoyuelou is a bit deserted, because ordinary people can't drink their wine when they come.

Lin Yi blinked at Xiao Huan: "If you don't get drunk today, you won't return. I'm a top-notch drunk maniac. Jinzhi, please take care of me."