From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 607 Beware of Fourth Brother
"It's the emperor uncle, the fifth emperor uncle!" Feng Yuran straightened his face, pointing out the little niece's mistake, Fen Baozi tilted his head and flashed his big round eyes, pouted: "Father, it's father!" He also raised his head to look at Feng Yuran, seeing that he was not angry, he cheerfully approached him, and took a bite of Uncle Wuhuang's handsome face.

In the night dew, Feng Yuran was also stunned, his cheeks were stained with the saliva of the pink buns, it was very cold after the cool breeze passed, but the warmth and fragrance unique to a child remained in his heart, and could not go away for a long time.

Seeing that the man was stunned, Fen Baozi wrapped his arms around the man's neck contentedly, supported the little rabbit with one hand, and said with a chuckle, "Father, Father!"

Feng Yuran smiled helplessly, reached out to wipe off the saliva on his face, hugged Tuanzi tightly, and slowly walked through the door into the harem.

"King Anyang, thousand years old!" The guards at the gate knelt on the ground in unison, and the armor rubbed against the long sword and made a rushing sound. She smiled, but her voice was unusually cold: "You can't even protect the little princess, so what's the use of you?"

The guards all shivered and lowered their heads even lower.

"If there is another time, we will deal with it according to the military order!"

Hearing this, the guards' expressions turned serious, and they bowed more respectfully: "Yes, my lord!"

Fen Tuanzi looked at the attendants kneeling on the floor in unison, and couldn't help clapping and applauding: "Wow, father is so powerful, father is so powerful!"

The attendants began to tremble, well, they didn't hear anything, they didn't know anything!
Feng Yuran rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and hurried back with the powder ball in his arms.

Feng Yuxie chuckled, rested her little head on the uncle's shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

By the time he was sent back to the Jiaofang Hall, Xiaotuanzi had already fallen asleep, and his saliva dripped down Feng Yuran's shoulders, soaking three layers of clothes, all the way to his inner garment.

Ye Xiaoxiao hurriedly took her daughter from Feng Yuran's arms, not only the little girl, but also the little rabbit fell asleep, the two balls were head to head, sleeping in a dim light.

Feng Yuxi, who was tossed about by his father for most of the night, frowned when he saw the man who came in with his sister in his arms, got up from the couch, walked unsteadily to the man's side, and looked up.

Feng Yuran lowered his head with a smile, and also looked at his little nephew.

Ye Xiaoxiao stood beside the two of them, watching awkwardly as the elder and the younger just stood at the door and stared at each other.

"Yuxi, this is the emperor's uncle, the fifth emperor's uncle!"

Routuanzi snorted and bowed respectfully. Although it was still wobbly, at least it looked a little better.

"Five~~~Emperor~~~Uncle~~"

The meat dumpling trailed off, and the fleshy face moved up and down, very cute.

Feng Yuran smiled, stretched out his hand to give someone a hug, went to see Tuanzi backed away, and quickly ran back to his father.

Feng Junran has always been lazily leaning on the small couch. When his daughter went out, he saw that there were the so-called four major hidden guards outside, and any one of them could protect the little princess's safety, so he really didn't care at all. Compared with this, he felt that he just stayed here honestly and waited for his wife to come back.

Then...then the little princess was brought back unscathed, right?
Feng Junran pinched his son's cheeks, Feng Yuxi pouted, the man couldn't help but cock his mouth.

Brat, no matter how well the younger sister is raised, it belongs to others, and the daughter-in-law is her own.

Feng Yuran looked sideways and saw that Fen Tuanzi had already fallen asleep, so he turned and left.

"Why do you want to enter the palace?" The man on the couch raised his eyelids, and glanced at Feng Yuran with his slender eyes.

King Anyang bowed and saluted: "Brother Huang, I'm here to report the eyeliner of my younger brother. I'm afraid the fourth brother is planning something again."

Ye Xiaoxiao glanced at Feng Junran, and seeing the man still sitting expressionlessly, she hugged Feng Yuxi in her arms, sat beside Feng Yuyan, looked down at her son's homework, and after reading it, Ye Xiaoxiao The small head is getting bigger, and this kind of book is also handed over to the son?Did he handle it? ?

Feng Junran still sat on the small couch expressionlessly, and said lightly: "It's okay."

If someone else said that, Feng Yuran would definitely think that this person was just playing tricks, but if this word came from Feng Junran, he would only feel that his elder brother had already taken control of the overall situation!
So King Anyang silently bowed and saluted, and said calmly: "My brother understands, and my brother will leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. The palace was unusually cold and dark under the night. Only the iron armor of the patrolling guards rubbed against each other and made a rattling sound. Apart from that, there was no movement at all.

Feng Yuran slowly walked out of the palace, looked up, and saw that the Zhuque Avenue, which was facing the palace gate, cut across the center of the capital, and connected to the outer city at the end, and it was obvious that the outer city was much cooler than the inner city.

I was still too worried about the big emperor's brother's amnesia, looking at it now, it seems that there is nothing to worry about, right?
Frowning, he climbed straight into the carriage and leaned comfortably on the cushions. When the carriage was shaking slowly, Feng Yuran took out a secret letter from his arms, and a piece of dried willow was hanging out from the letter paper. The leaves, the slender leaves have soft lines, and the root veins are intertwined into the net. The only remaining green color is the only color in this still dry early spring. On the wall, thinking about the next move.

In the Muyang Palace, Feng Yiran looked at the woman in front of her coldly, seeing her couldn't help being tortured, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

"My lord, why are you doing this to me?? I really like you!"

Feng Yiran snorted coldly: "I don't care whether you really like it or not, as long as you say that you are sent by King Anyang to monitor me!"

Hearing this, Xiaoliu cried even harder. She couldn't help but said: "Qiantui, what does this have to do with King Muyang? I was indeed redeemed by King Anyang, but I don't have the slightest affection for him, my lord!"

The man frowned coldly, and showed a mocking smile at others: "Why, do you want to tell me, my lord, that the reason why my fifth brother fell in love with you is because of your face that looks like a queen? Do you want to tell this king that the fifth younger brother also likes the queen as much as this king? Ha, this is simply the biggest joke this king has ever heard!"

Feng Yiran showed an exaggerated smile, would Fifth Brother like Xiaoxiao?That is absolutely impossible!
Now that this possibility has been ruled out, does that mean that the fifth child is the woman specially prepared for him?

With a cold snort, Feng Yiran frowned. She knew that this person was an eyeliner, but she still wanted to marry her and make her a concubine...

Thinking of Feng Yiran, she felt her chest was oppressed and tight.

(End of this chapter)