Princess, be nice

Chapter 1144 In exchange for freedom to take the bait

Was what he said funny?

He looked at his mother as if asking for help.

Yuan Changhuan held his little hand, "Okay, stop joking, finish eating quickly, and don't disturb Grandpa Zeng and the others doing important things."

The battle is not over.

Mr. Jiang and the others still have a lot of meetings to hold.

Of course we can't waste too much time.

"it is good!"

Yuan Miaomiao sat down obediently.

I started to pick up vegetables and eat by myself.

All he needs is Yuan Changhuan to give him some vegetables.

The others did it neatly by themselves.

Looking at him, Mr. Jiang sighed, "Miao Miao is really smart."

"I think back then, your mother, when she was two years old, she wasn't as dexterous with chopsticks as you were."

Yuan Changhuan grew up with his grandfather when he was a child.

So grandpa knows all about the black history.

For example, she has a disabled hand.

I can't use chopsticks well.

Five years old and still have to use a spoon.

Or grandpa hello.

At this time, listening to my grandfather talking to my son, the words that my son often said suddenly appeared in my mind.

Say it immediately, "Grandpa, I don't want to lose face."

Say this in front of her son.

How will I educate my son in the future.

Mr. Jiang was amused by his granddaughter's reaction, "Why, are you still shy?"

On the other hand, Yuan Miao swallowed it seriously, then looked at Grandpa, and spoke seriously for his mother, "Grandpa Zeng, Mother must have acted like a spoiled child to Grandpa when she was young."

"Just like Miao Miao, Miao Miao will also act like a baby to grandpa and let grandpa feed her."

Unexpectedly, it was her son who was less than three years old who helped her cover up in the end.

Yuan Changhuan...

The table was replaced with laughter.

It seemed that the outside of the tent was very bleak.

Xie Ci stood lazily not far away.

His ears are sensitive, so he can hear the voices inside clearly.

The thin lips evoked a cool arc.

"My lord, Xuan Ling wants to see you, and said that he would exchange his wife's secrets for his freedom."

Mo Chen originally didn't intend to report to his elder son.

But... I thought it was about Madam.

Still come to report.

really.

Xie Ci's eyes moved, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his tone was indifferent, "What else did he say?"

See the Lord is interested.

Mo Chen continued, "Xuan Ling didn't say much about it, but only when we saw that we were really planning to cast him as a castration, we used this as an exchange."

As long as he is a man, he can't bear to become a eunuch himself.

Even Xuanling is a monk.

Although he doesn't have the seven emotions and six desires, he can't make himself a eunuch!
No wonder Long Quyuan said that he had a bloody disaster this time.

There really is.

Xuan Ling regretted it.

The point is that his nephew really doesn't care about him this time!
Xuanling was very angry.

Forced to have no choice but to use this as a lure, let Xie Ci take the bait.

Thank you is clearly a trap.

But it was about Yuan Changhuan, even if he knew about it, he would still be hooked.

Xuan Ling guessed right.

Xie Ci raised her phoenix eyes lightly, "Go and see."

"Yes."

There are tents dedicated to detaining prisoners in the camp.

It's not far from Yuan Changhuan's tent.

Not long after walking, Xie Ci was already standing at the gate of the camp.

You can even vaguely hear Xuanling's voice.

Open the curtain.

A ray of sunlight came in, and soon disappeared as the curtain fell.

Xie Ci narrowed his eyes and looked at Xuan Ling.

"Young monk knew you would come."

Being imprisoned overnight did not change Xuan Ling.

Still refreshed and annoying.

There was only one dim oil lamp in the tent.

There are torture instruments hanging around.

There is also a stove not far away.

The tongs were burning inside.

Fiery red.

It added a ghostly color to the whole tent.

(End of this chapter)