Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Ten years later.

"His Royal Highness? His Royal Highness?"

As usual, every time the teaching teacher came, Yuwen Haoyu's precious son disappeared, and the palace people in the Prince's Palace looked around, but Yuwen Haoyu looked at the beam hiding on the eaves with a smile in his eyes. Laughing child.

That child's lightness kung fu is excellent, he is only ten years old, and he has already been able to hide himself from everyone's eyes and ears very skillfully.

That child still likes to listen to stories. Even though he is ten years old and has his own palace, he often pesters Luo Ling to tell him stories before he falls asleep.

That child likes blue, although the royal family wears the traditional gold and red, but he always likes to wear a light blue costume, flaunting in the palace, blinking very...

"Where did Liang'er go again? As soon as the master came, he hid, this brat, he owes a lesson!"

From a distance, Luo Ling could be seen with his hands on his hips, with a strict mother's look like a filial son.

"My son can become a talent by self-taught, so it doesn't matter if you don't need a husband."

Yuwen Haoyu stepped forward, smiled slightly at the angry Luo Ling, took her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "I heard that a chef who is very good at making desserts has come to the imperial dining room recently, and he has already made some desserts, waiting for the Queen Empress, move to the bedroom to have a taste."

"Really? OK, let's go now."

Luo Ling immediately smiled brightly, completely forgetting about the bastard she was clamoring just now.

Not far away, Yuwen Haoyu turned his head, just in time to see the child hiding behind the red pillar showing his small head, he was watching them leave with a happy face, he blinked at the child, and the child returned immediately A narcissistic wink.

At the age of 13, Liang'er inherited the intelligence department, her small fingers were white and thin, and she couldn't wear the moyu finger puller at all.

"Dear mother, did you establish the intelligence gate?"

The small body snuggled up to Luo Ling's side in a coquettish manner, and asked curiously.

"No, it was established by a very powerful person."

After being slightly taken aback, Luo Ling stretched out his hand, stroked his soft hair and said.

"Really? Then where is he now?" Liang'er cheered up and asked.

"He, he has gone far, far away. He is a very brave, kind person, and an amazing person. Mother hopes that you can become that kind of person." Luo Ling still smiled, sensitively Liang'er, however, noticed the bitterness in her eyes.

"He's dead? Right?"

This child can always easily see other people's thoughts.

Luo Ling nodded and said nothing.

She was not sure, this child was too much like that person, his preferences, his character seemed to be the epitome of that person.

She vaguely remembered that when that guy lost his life little by little in her arms, she said, I don't want you to take care of me. If there is an afterlife, let me take care of you. No matter where you are, let me go to your side and take care of you. you……

Could this child be him?

In March in Yangchun, the weather was fine, Liang'er got up early in the morning, and said to Luo Ling energetically: "Dear mother, I'm going to meet my intelligence staff, dear mother, how is Liang'er? They must love Liang'er very much, right?"

Seeing the child happily running away from her with a smile in his eyes, a piece of my heart that had been taken away all this time seemed to be warmly filled.

"Ling'er, are you relieved?"

Yuwen Haoyu's still gentle voice rang in her ears. Luo Ling turned around and met those warm and moist pupils, which contained a slight mist. She nodded and leaned against the warm embrace, She said, "Well, don't worry."

The stronghold of the head of the intelligence gate in the capital is still in that old bamboo house not far from the imperial palace. The cherry blossoms in the courtyard behind the bamboo house are blooming very well at this season. The intelligence leaders from various regions came here today to pay homage. Their new gatekeepers.

When I walked to the back courtyard, I saw a young man in a light blue robe reclining under the tree covered with pink cherry blossoms. Among the fallen flowers, he was particularly eye-catching. The young man was three points lazy and seven points lazy. Lazy playful, clear eyes with a smile, looking at them lightly...

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