Princess, be nice

Chapter 1564

The wound was poked by his son, but Xie Ci's expression did not change at all, even as if Yuan Miao poked it was not his wound, he replied calmly, "Don't tell."

Strange...

He still has to wait for the dead of night to make his wife feel sorry for her.

But now in front of his son, he has to maintain his dignity as a father. How can he let his son see him acting like a baby to his wife, and how can he be an upright father in front of his son in the future!

It has to be said that Xie Ci really had a long way to go. Even Yuan Changhuan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the injury on his back at night, "You can really bear it."

There was a large area of ​​bruises on the back, faintly black, and it was obvious at a glance that it was a serious injury, but Xie Ci didn't make a sound, and just carried Yuan Miao from the Major General's Mansion to a courtyard outside Luoshui Town .

This other courtyard was built by Yuan Changhuan before. She could not leave Luoshui Town. After all, Luoshui Town is not only a place where experts gather, but also has several gold and silver mountains, even when the national treasury was the most abundant. money.

If this kind of place is left to Qin Lancang today, wouldn't it be letting the tiger go back to the mountain?
If Qin Lancang used this golden mountain, he might be able to form a whole country.

At that time, they will raise an opponent with their own hands and plan ahead. Not only Xie Ci can consider it, but Yuan Changhuan can also consider it early.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Yuan Changhuan personally applied medicine to Xie Ci, and then climbed onto the bed, Yuan Miao, who had been tired for a long time, fell asleep on the innermost side, Yuan Changhuan was in the middle, and Xie Ci was on the outermost side.

After Yuan Changhuan lay down, Xie Ci pulled her into his arms and turned his head to see his son who was sleeping like a piglet. Although he was hurt a little, he was still in a happy mood. His thin lips gently Hooking up, she already had a beautiful face in the prosperous age, because of this smile without any impurities, Yuan Changhuan was slightly stunned, almost immersed in his beauty.

Huddled in Xie Ci's arms, Yuan Changhuan pulled Xie Ci's chest repeatedly, "I thought you were not injured."

"Does this mean that Qin Lancang's martial arts are better than Changsun Jing's?"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. If Qin Lancang's martial arts were better than Changsun Jing, wouldn't it be easy to defeat Bei Zhou before, but Qin Lancang was seriously injured and even almost died.

"Could it be that this Qin Lancang is really Xuan Ling pretending to be?"

Hearing all kinds of doubts from his wife, Xie Ci couldn't help laughing out loud, stroked her slender back, and said coolly, "It's not Xuanling."

He had known Xuanling for so many years, if he couldn't even recognize Xuanling, how could this be possible.

"Then what happened to Qin Lancang?"

Xie Ci's eyebrows and eyes darkened, with a little bit of coldness, "Last time, my husband received an internal injury from fighting with Changsun Jing, and he hasn't recovered yet. Otherwise, this time..."

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Changhuan sat up abruptly, his voice was a little harsh, "You were injured, didn't you tell me?!"

"Well……"

When Xie Ci saw that his wife was angry, and his son seemed about to be woken up, he immediately stepped forward and put his arms around his wife, "Shh, be careful to wake up Miao Miao."

After Yuan Chang yelled happily, he also realized that his son was by his side, and glanced to the side, Yuan Miao just turned over, and soon fell asleep like a pig again.

Afraid of waking him up again, Yuan Changhuan lowered his voice, looked at Xie Ci viciously, "Don't change the subject!"

Xie Ci directly pressed Yuan Changhuan, leaning against her: "My lady, help me."

Yuan Changhuan: "..."

Ahhh, that's too doggy.

The night was filled with a strong ambiguous atmosphere.

In order not to affect his son, Xie Jingmian held his wife's little hand with difficulty——

early morning.

As soon as Yuan Changhuan opened his eyes, feeling unwell, he pursed his red lips.

(End of this chapter)