Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1890 Yi Zhixie

Ying Baoyue stared fixedly at the young man in front of him, and suddenly found that he was a little different from the one he met before.

Although his body is still very thin, the clothes on his body have taken on a new look.

When I met Ding Ling on the pasture, the little boy was only covered with a piece of sackcloth commonly seen among slaves, and his feet were bare.

But now he was wearing a small robe embroidered with gold and silver thread, a pair of brand new leather boots under his feet, and even a shining gold collar around his neck.

Just looking at the clothes, he looks like the little prince of a noble family, and he is completely different from the ragged slave before.

It's just that the stunted body caused by long-term abuse cannot be recuperated in a short while. A suit of gorgeous and exquisite clothes looks very out of place on such a yellow and thin child.

But no matter whether it feels inappropriate to wear it or not, the young man's outfit matches the White Wolf Royal Court very well.

Staring at his attire in front of him, Ying Baoyue realized that the identity of this young man might have changed.

Facing her question, the boy with green pupils just stared at her with wide eyes, without saying a word.

"you……"

There was pain in her wrist, Ying Baoyue lowered her head, "Can you let me go?"

Although this child is skinny, her hands are surprisingly strong. Her wrists should be bruised tomorrow.

I can only be thankful that it was her right hand that he accidentally hit and grabbed. If it was the left wrist, I don't know what would happen.

The little boy's hand loosened, but he still held on to her, and the pair of big eyes looking at her almost popped out of their sockets.

Ying Baoyue was helpless. She glanced at the torches passing between the tents in the distance. Although the guards hadn't come over yet, if the boy suddenly yelled, then she would be finished.

She really met a difficult opponent tonight.

"What are you grabbing me for?"

Ying Baoyue bent down, looked at the boy's Bi Tong, and asked softly, "You still remember me, right?"

The boy with green pupils finally reacted, blinked his big eyes, and nodded.

It's good to understand what she said, Ying Baoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, she was right, this child was the one she met in Ding Ling.

It's just why a slave who was hunted down in the paddock more than half a month ago came to the White Wolf King's Court?He also changed into an aristocratic dress, which is really puzzling.

Could it be that this boy was originally a nobleman?

No, no, the picture of the first meeting appeared in Ying Baoyue's mind.At that time, those Xirong people did not hesitate at all when they shot arrows at him, and they undoubtedly treated him as a slave.

"Why are you here?"

Ying Baoyue asked him while gesturing, "Who brought you here?"

However, the boy with green pupils still stared and did not speak.

Ying Baoyue was a little troubled, but it wasn't that the child kept silent on purpose. When she was in Ding Ling, she found that he might not be very good at talking.

Considering his background, it is not difficult to understand. If he was really born among a group of slaves who were prey, no one would have taught him how to speak.

Can we just take our time?
Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, pointed to her heart, and said word by word, "My name is Sa Ren."

She pointed at the boy with green eyes again, "What about you? What's your name?"

The boy looked at her and said awkwardly, "Sa... Ren..."

"Yes, Sa Ren, this is my name," Ying Baoyue repeated patiently, pointing to his heart, "Who are you?"

The boy blinked his eyes slowly, and spit out a sentence in Xirong language from his mouth.

"Yi Zhixie."

Yi Zhixie?
Ying Baoyue was startled, "Yi Zhixie? Is this your name?"

The boy nodded greatly, pointed at himself, and said word by word, "Yi, Zhi, Xie."

It really doesn't sound like a slave's name.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath and asked softly, "Yi Zhixie, who gave you this name?"

The child understood it this time, and said twice, "Grandma."

Thinking of the woman who died on the Dingling Grassland before, Ying Baoyue's mood suddenly became complicated.

Anyway, it's good to be able to communicate.

Ying Baoyue raised her wrist that was being grabbed by him, and made a motion of pulling it outward, "Yi Zhixie, who brought you here?"

Yi Zhixie grabbed her wrist nervously, and found that she didn't intend to break free, so she was slightly relieved, and choked out two more words from her mouth.

"A...Father."

Asian father?

This word is equivalent to the meaning of righteous father in Xirong language.In Chunyuye's memory, Ying Baoyue had also heard this name before, although she never got to know who Chunyuye's sub-father was.

But because of Chunyu Ye, she had a very bad impression of this title.

But since it is said to be a adoptive father, does that mean Yi Zhixie was adopted?The person who adopted him was still a Xirong nobleman?

"Yi Zhixie!"

"Where have you been, little boy?"

At this time, a man's voice sounded in the distance, and the torches of the guards also accelerated their movement to this side, Ying Baoyue suddenly became nervous.

Oops, here comes someone looking for Yizhixie!

"Yi Zhixie."

Ying Baoyue squatted down, pushed the boy to hold her hand tightly, "If you continue to hold her like this, you will kill me."

Hearing the word death, Yi Zhi's slanted eyes widened instantly.

"die……"

Ying Baoyue calmed down and said softly, "Just like your mother, I will never see you again."

The boy trembled all over.

"Look, you don't want me to die, do you?"

Ying Baoyue continued to coax him softly, "Then let go."

Yi Zhixie's hand loosened, but he grabbed it tightly again, his voice stuttered and trembling, "Aren't you leaving?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned, and suddenly understood what he meant.

"Well, I'm not leaving."

The young man held her tightly the moment he recognized her, because he was afraid that she would leave.

She stretched out her hand to cover the back of Yizhi's slanted hand, and said calmly, "I live in the tent in front, and you can see me when you're here."

"But you can't tell your father that you have seen me."

Ying Baoyue stared seriously at the boy's eyebrows, "Otherwise, I will leave."

The young man shook his body, let go of his hands, covered his mouth, and nodded while looking at her.

Although he can't speak, he is unexpectedly a smart child.

With the way he said these words uncomfortably, even if he slipped his mouth, it is estimated that there is a limit to what he can say.

The shout was getting closer and closer, Ying Baoyue straightened up and hid behind a tent not far away, Yi Zhi obediently stood there without moving, just staring at her with a pair of green pupils.

Ying Baoyue waved to him.

Yi Zhi turned around obliquely, looking in the direction where the voice came from.

Ying Baoyue breathed a sigh of relief, a little thankful for the child's sensibleness.

"Yi Zhixie! Why are you running around at night! If you run away again, I'll throw you into the pack of wolves!"

At this time, a frantic young man rushed under the tree and picked up the little boy on the ground like a chick.

Ying Baoyue hid in the dark, and when she saw this person clearly, she was taken aback.

Yi Zhixie's sub-father, is he actually?
(End of this chapter)