shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 329 The Stolen Tenderness

Feng Hanqiu, who was already on the verge of collapse, heard Lingyu calling the fifth prince.

My mind is a little clearer.

She raised her head slowly.

Seeing his son, a gleam of ecstasy gradually flooded into his eyes, which were originally panic-stricken and bewildered.

She rushed to her son quickly.

Hold his shoulders with both hands.

With a mournful voice, he said: "Jingwei... my son, are you here? You are here to help the mother and concubine?! Hurry! Go! Yun Jingyu is talking nonsense in front of your father! He wants to kill the mother and concubine!!
You go and stop him!Tell your father clearly that the concubine mother was wronged!It's his savior!He can't treat me like this, you go and beg the concubine mother for mercy! "

Yun Jingwei clenched his teeth in pain.

I feel resentment and pity for such a mother and concubine.

Although she has done all kinds of bad things, but she has never owed him anything.

Since that night, I heard the conversation between Concubine Mu and Wuji.

He was very clear in his heart.

Not a word of Yun Jingyu was talking nonsense.

And his mother and concubine had already made a wrong step.

So far no one can help.

He was just a once high-spirited, arrogant and domineering bully.

If the mother and concubine didn't make so many mistakes.

He might live on with such wanton pride all the time.

But now, it's different.

After all, he has to repent and grow painfully from his mother's mistakes.

Then, with his mother and concubine who was honored and disgraced as one.

Let's face it together.

then.

Yunjingwei took Feng Hanqiu's hand.

Try to make your tone sound normal.

He smiled wryly and said with tears in his eyes: "Well, let's go together and explain it to Father."

Feng Hanqiu seemed to realize something.

She desperately struggled to pull her own hand out of Yun Jingwei's palm.

But she raised her son very well.

Ten-year-old Yun Jingwei is already a very strong boy.

He held on tightly to his mother.

Step by step, he walked like Yun Lie on the steps.

Yun Lie was still immersed in the pain and regret of learning the truth.

He propped his forehead with his hands, as if he was on the verge of erupting at any moment.

Until Li Zhong carefully reminded him in his ear.

"Your Majesty! The Fifth Prince is leading the Concubine Qiu up here!"

Yun Lie suddenly raised his head at this moment, and flipped over all the objects and ornaments on the table with both hands.

With scarlet eyes, he scolded sharply.

"What concubine Qiu? That's a poisonous woman! What's she doing here?! Drag it down! Execute on the spot! No, the car is cracked! Ling Chi! The corpses are not allowed to stay!! Feed them all to the wild dogs in the suburbs of Beijing!!"

Men are known as tyrants.

Yun Jingwei, who thought he was mentally prepared for such a violent shout, was so frightened that his legs gave way subconsciously.

Pulling Feng Hanqiu and kneeling in front of Yun Lie.

Feng Hanqiu was even more frightened and shivered.

Keep begging.

"Jingwei, Jingwei, let your mother go, that man is so scary, my mother is so scared..."

Feng Hanqiu, who was already driven crazy by the blow, was so frightened that he didn't even recognize Yun Lie in front of him.

In my mind, I still inexplicably remembered things that happened many years ago.

At that time, she had just replaced Shen Lingluo.

Came to Yun Lie's side.

Actually... At that time, she was very afraid of him.

His eyes are so dark.

She saw him get angry, saw him kill, and saw his cold-blooded eyes staring at her.

She had thought about it several times.

Should it be counted?
With this person, I am afraid that sooner or later I will die.

However, he watched her very closely, from Jinling to Beijing.

He almost wants her to stay with her.

He said: "Hanqiu, you saved me, I will not hurt you, you are the only person I can trust right now, don't be afraid, I will protect you for the rest of my life."

It seemed that was the day.

Her heart has changed.

Who can refuse a murderous man who holds himself in the palm of his hand and treats him tenderly.

Even if this tenderness is stolen.

(End of this chapter)