C3 (2/2)

Xiao Jin once again looked at Wei Ruo Yi who was standing by the side of the road and shivering while being surrounded by the maids. Even though he was a little impatient, he still nodded his head.

She was the first daughter of the direct disciple of the General Wei Palace, and also the personal Chong'an County Lord of the royal father. No matter what, he couldn't just leave her in this desolate mountain forest.

At night, the mountain forest was ruined.

Wei Ruo Yi sat on the soft cushion while holding a bowl of hot soup, listening to the narration of what had happened during the day by his maid.

Xiao Jin was the current Fifth Prince and also one of the fourteen thousand households.

The Jinyi Wei was the personal guard of Emperor Dazhou, so it was understandable for princes to enter the Jinyi Wei. This time, the trip out of the capital was to capture Dingzhou bandits. During the day when Wei Ruo Yi's horse carriage was ambushed, the accomplices of the bandits had somehow found out about Wei Ruo Yi, so they decided to rob Wei Ruo Yi in exchange for their comrades who were captured. Although they had predicted that Wei Ruo Yi would take the road back to the capital, they did not know that the Jinyi Wei that Xiao Jin was leading was following behind them.

The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind, these people were coincidentally killed by Xiao Jin in one fell swoop, and they were escorted back to the capital along the way.

Wei Ruo Yi's eyelids jumped when he heard her.

Damn it! She almost threw the bowl in her hands out!

Wei Ruo Yi turned his head and looked at the group of people sitting on the other side of the broken hall.

Xiao Jin's figure was very prominent in this group of people. Even a bastard would look better than others! Innate Qi!

Amongst a group of tall and slender young men, Xiao Jin did not have the slightest intention of being buried. Although his official's uniform was rolled on the ground and muddy when he saved her, it still weighed him down, and did not lose out to his temperament. The flames were melting and reflected his almost perfect profile, the orange flames dyeing his originally estranged face a faint golden color, making it seem a little softer than during the day. He was in the middle of a discussion with his subordinates, and he could hear laughter coming from them from time to time. A slight smile appeared on his face, making him seem even more bewitching.