I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 84 The Southern Tour ([-])

Mu Shiyu snatched the pill quickly, squatted down and looked at He Lianjing who lowered his head after realizing his mistake, and said very seriously:

"You can't give medicine to others at will. Even if it is the same symptom, everyone's constitution is different, and the effect after taking it is also different."

She said this on purpose, but she had already vaguely guessed the identity of the black-robed man through He Lianjing's abnormal behavior, the purple pill, and leg disease.

Beijing King Helian Jing!

While I was shocked, I felt a chill down my back for no reason.

If it was really King Beijing, how could he appear in Lizhou City when he was supposed to stay in Xuecheng?It also happened to appear during Helianchuan's southern tour.

After Mu Shiyu became the Chief Inspector, he investigated the identity of the King of Beijing, and the information was pitifully scarce, making it even more mysterious.

His identity is very complicated, he changed his surname, stayed in both Xia Kingdom and Xue Kingdom, Emperor Xia admired him, Emperor Xue also trusted him, and he could even make He Lianchuan call him Uncle Emperor, but his real identity has long been unknown.

Because of his physical disability, he seldom appeared in front of the public, and few people had seen his true face. The outside world circulated his portraits, almost all of which were blue eyes, but some painters swore that he had black eyes.

He Lianjing hugged Mu Shiyu's shoulders, remembering that she would not let herself reveal the things about her previous stay in the palace in front of outsiders, and whispered:
"understood."

The man in the black robe never raised his head, his wide hood completely covered the upper half of his face.

The scorching sun in the afternoon didn't seem to be able to warm him even the slightest bit, and he didn't care what Mu Shiyu and He Lianjing did, pushing the wheelchair forward with his pale hands.

He Lianjing looked back, and couldn't help but want to help, but he was afraid that Mu Shiyu would not allow it.

Mu Shiyu saw that He Lianjing wanted to help the man in black robe, stood up and looked at the lonely back of the wheelchair struggling to move forward, feeling extremely complicated.

After ensuring He Lianjing's safety, he walked over with him.

After changing his inner strength and mental method, Mu Shiyu's martial arts realm has soared rapidly, and he has broken through from refining mirrors to sinking realms.

Even if a few auras from the dark place appeared, she was sure to take He Lianjing away.

"Where is your home? We'll take you back." He Lianjing stretched out his hand and tried to push the wheelchair, feeling more and more that this person was his uncle.

"Ah Jing, I'll come." Mu Shiyu saw how he was struggling, stretched out his hand, and pushed the wheelchair extremely smoothly.

The man in black froze slightly, feeling the force behind him pushing the wheelchair forward, retracted his hand on the tire, and rested it on his leg.

The white to somewhat transparent hands are like fragile porcelain, placed on the black robe, like the cold moonlight at night.

The man in black robe didn't seem to want to see the sun, and he didn't care who was pushing him behind, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his tone was calm.

"Lijiang Wharf."

"pier?"

He Lianjing was not familiar with Lizhou City at all, so he didn't know how to get to the pier, so he turned to Mu Shiyu for help.

"A bit far."

Mu Shiyu speculates that He Lianjing recognized the man in black robe as King Beijing, which proves that King Beijing will appear in the palace in the future. Judging from Helianjing's attitude towards him, it seems that the future King Beijing still treats Helianjing well. good.

She wanted to ask He Lianjing a lot of questions, held back her doubts, and pushed the man in black to Lijiang Wharf.

Heat waves hit the air, and both of them were thirsty on the road. They stopped at a small stall selling ice water and bought two iced sweet drinks in bamboo tubes.

After taking two sips of the cold drink, the whole person was refreshed, and the impetuousness was swept away.

He Lianjing took the money to pay the bill, Mu Shiyu pushed the wheelchair with one hand, and held the bamboo tube in the other. He turned his head and glanced at the black-robed man who was suspected to be the king of Beijing Jing. Seeing that his lips were a little dry, he asked:
"Would you like a copy?"

The man in the black robe didn't speak, his hands on his lap were slightly bent, grasping the fabric under his hands, as if he was suffering from the heat.

He Lianjing gave back the change, almost forgot that there was another person, and quickly pulled out ten copper coins from the change.

"One more."

"okay!"

The stalls were tidy and tidy, the vendors wore the most common clothes, but they were washed very clean, and they graciously filled another serving for He Lianjing.

"It's delicious." He Lianjing stretched out his hand and handed the portion to the black-robed man. Considering his health, he said again: "It doesn't matter if you don't drink it, I can drink two portions by myself."

"Drinking two servings will cause stomach upset, take it back and give it to them."

Mu Shiyu thought that a black-robed man would not drink this kind of thing. He hadn't seen any servants appearing for so long, and he was a little suspicious of his identity. Doesn't the majestic King of Beijing know how to sit in a sedan chair?
Unexpectedly, the black-robed man stretched out his hand and took the cold drink from He Lianjing's hand, but he didn't drink it, he just held it in his hand, feeling the coolness of the bamboo tube after it was chilled.

Mu Shiyu was really curious about who this was. Seeing that he was silent, he could only push the wheelchair and continue walking to the pier.

When we arrived at the pier, the scenery of the Lijiang River at dusk was dazzlingly beautiful. On the pier coming and going, the afterglow stretched people's shadows very long.

The sun gradually sank into the water, Mu Shiyu looked around, but didn't see anyone walking towards him, and when he was about to leave with He Lianjing, the man in black finally raised his hand and pulled off his hood.

Mu Shiyu looked at the man in black robe.The more she looked, the more frightened she became. Her waist-length hair fell naturally, her nose was high and her lips were thin, her profile was impeccably perfect, and her sword-like eyebrows slanted into a few strands of black hair at the corners of her temples.Let this black robe instantly become a Chinese dress.

His appearance is cold, like a heavenly being.

His eyes were not blue, but extremely pure ink, and his appearance was only three points similar to that of He Lianchuan.

If he is really King Beijing, Mu Shiyu felt that the so-called portraits she saw might be drawn after He Lianchuan, and that's why he thought that King Beijing and He Lianchuan looked alike.

But how could He Lianchuan be so young when he called him Uncle Huang?

He Lianjing tilted his head and took a few more glances. He was slightly different from the person in his memory, the one in front of him was better looking, and the one in his memory was thinner.

The black-robed man turned his head slightly, glanced at the delicate and lovely He Lianjing, vaguely felt that his eyebrows were somewhat similar to He Lianchuan, saw his eyes full of curiosity, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Be careful they accidentally hurt you."

There were fewer and fewer people by the river, and it seemed that someone was secretly clearing the scene. Mu Shiyu heard the meaning of his words, restrained his expression, pulled Helian Jinghu behind him very vigilantly, and asked tentatively:
"Who is your Excellency?"

Suddenly, a group of men carrying boxes came to the empty riverside. They piled black wooden boxes one by one on the riverside, and then looked towards the river with anxious expressions, as if they were waiting for something.

The black-robed man stared at He Lianjing's extremely clear blue eyes, and the more he looked at them, the more he became familiar with them. He retracted his gaze and turned the direction of the wheelchair, looking at Mu Shiyu who was guarding against him, and said calmly:
"Didn't you already guess it?"

There was an undeniable deterrence in the cool voice of the superior, which was somewhat similar to He Lianchuan's tone, but the king of Beijing Jing in front of him made people feel the ultimate ruthlessness.

Mu Shiyu's heart was shocked, and he quickly thought about the purpose of King Jing's presence here in his mind. He turned his head to look at the crowd anxiously waiting for the boat to arrive by the river, and several of them stared at them sullenly.

(End of this chapter)