Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 109 Let's Date

During the meal, Fan Qingtian didn't speak, neither did Li Mie. The air was filled with tranquility, but it wasn't embarrassing at all.

Finally, when Fan Qingtian felt [-]% full, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, took out the handkerchief in the storage space, and gently wiped off the oil stains around his mouth, then turned his gaze to Li Mie who hadn't eaten a bite, "You don't want to eat?" ?”

"If you made it, I would eat it." Li Mie put down the wine glass in his hand, and replied flatly.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, Fan Qingtian was used to Li Mie's jumpy speech.

But by the way, Fan Qingtian has never cooked before.

And when Fan Qingtian was thinking like this, Li Mie's indifferent eyes fell on Fan Qingtian's body and said, "In three days, let's go on a date, you, cook for me."

A shadow flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian remained calm, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay."

Anyway, it's just a transaction, as long as Fan Qingtian meets Li Mie's requirements, completes the three appointments as soon as possible, and gets the whereabouts of Shuli Sword, Fan Qingtian doesn't have to endure Li Mie everywhere.

A ray of light flashed through the black eyes mixed with silver, and the arc of Li Mie's mouth slightly deepened, "I will be looking forward to your performance."

"I will definitely not let you down!" Fan Qingtian calmly replied with confidence in his eyes.

After the meal, Fan Qingtian didn't waste any more time and went straight back to the post house.

Using lightness kung fu, it would only take a while to return to the post house, but it was already dark when Fan Qingtian returned to the road post house.

Li Mie did not follow Fan Qingtian to her room, but returned to the room arranged by Bu Hai to rest.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, the eunuchs and guards guarding the Fanqingtian courtyard quickly knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, "Long live the king, long live, long live..."

When the people in Fanqingtian's room heard the shouts from outside, they hurriedly opened the door.

Then he saw Fan Qingtian standing outside the door with a look of joy on his face.

I saw Bu Hai holding a fly whisk on his arm in one hand and holding Mo Ziyuan in the other, with a resolute old face full of smiles and kindness.

And Mo Ziyuan put a small hand around Bu Hai's neck, and with a bright and dazzling smile on his pink and jade face, he called out loudly, "Mother, mother, you have finally come out of retreat, Ziyuan misses you so much... ..."

Following Bu Hai, he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this is the first time this old servant hasn't seen His Majesty for such a long time, and I am really worried to death. How are you, Your Majesty?"

Wearing a white robe embroidered with magnolia flowers, in the night, the breeze passed by Fan Qingtian's robe, and the sleeves of his clothes fluttered behind him, Fan Qingtian, who was dressed in a fairy style mixed with the wind of a king, had a trace of tenderness on his face A genuine smile.

Only Buhai and Mo Ziyuan can make Fan Qingtian smile sincerely.

The unhurried pace quickened a little and entered the room. Fan Qingtian smiled and said, "Have you been waiting here all this time for my return?"

Although he asked knowingly, Fan Qingtian was willing to say more nonsense for them.

"Yeah, I come to Mother's room every day to wait for you, Mother, you are so miserable, Zi Yuan will pour water for you." Zi Yuan looked at Fan Qingtian happily, and Mo Ziyuan twisted his head after speaking. The body wants to get off Bu Hai's body.

Bu Hai put Mo Ziyuan on the ground with a smile and said, "Let me, an old man, do it."

"No, I want to be a good and filial son, I'll do it, I'll do it." Mo Ziyuan immediately stopped Bu Hai's movement, twisted his small body and quickly ran to the table.

The little body climbed onto the stool, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured water for Fan.

Bu Hai didn't stop him either, his eyes were full of smiles, but there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes, fearing that Mo Ziyuan would fall off the stool.

And Fan Qingtian also stood quietly at the door, the smile on his face deepened slightly, the icy coldness in his heart was warmed by Mo Ziyuan's sensibility.

Mo Ziyuan carefully held the water glass, got off the stool, quickly ran back in front of Fan Qingtian with his short legs, raised his head, held the water glass in both hands, and handed it to Fan Qingtian, with a bright smile on his face. , "Mother, drink water."

With a gentle look on his face, Fan Qingtian took the water glass in Mo Ziyuan's hand, stretched out his hand to rub Mo Ziyuan's hair and said, "Hey, have you listened to your father's words for more than a month?"

The dark eyes were shining with folds, Mo Ziyuan nodded, and said very obediently, "Mother's order, of course Ziyuan will remember it, I didn't cause trouble for anyone, I'm learning what my mother told you. Where are my official books!"

In Mo Ziyuan's eyes, there was obviously a desire to be appreciated.

With a chuckle, Fan Qingtian took a sip of water and said with a smile, "Well, very good, then let Eunuch Hai add chicken legs to you tomorrow."

Hearing this, the smile on Mo Ziyuan's face became brighter, he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah."

Seeing Mo Ziyuan's well-behaved appearance, Bu Hai couldn't help laughing and said, "Your Majesty, it would be great if Xiao Ziyuan is really your son. Would you like to discuss with Master Mo to recognize Xiao Ziyuan?" To be a son, look at how sensible little Ziyuan is, with him by the king's side, the king will not be so lonely."

Buhai knew very well that Fan Qingtian had different feelings for Mo Ziyuan, from the smile on Fan Qingtian's face, Buhai knew that Fan Qingtian liked Mo Ziyuan very much.

Bu Hai grew up watching Fan Qingtian grow up. Fan Qingtian looks cruel and violent, but he is very lonely in his heart, and Ye Gulan, whom she likes, cruelly ignores Fan Qingtian's feelings.

This concession Buhai felt unworthy of Fan Qingtian's kindness to Ye Gulan, but Fan Qingtian didn't listen to him. Now that Fan Qingtian accepts Mo Ziyuan, he must be able to forget Ye Gulan. How can he not give in? Hai was happy, he wished that Mo Ziyuan would really be the son of Fan Qingtian, so that Fan Qingtian would not be so lonely.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Fan Qingtian also meant this, but now is not the time. There are a large group of people who want to kill her. Before these troubles are eliminated, Fan Qingtian will not be with Mo Xu. Yan said that he would recognize Mo Ziyuan as his godson.

After listening to Bu Hai's words, Mo Ziyuan patted his chest with pride at this moment and said, "Mother, I am your son and will always be. I will listen to my mother's words carefully, and Ziyuan grows up When I grow up, I will protect my mother."

Can't help laughing, Fan Qingtian handed the cup in his hand to Bu Hai, hugged Mo Ziyuan, pinched Mo Ziyuan's nose and smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you to grow up. "

But at this time, Mo Fengyan, who wanted to see if Fan Qingtian had come back, saw the scene in front of him, stood in a daze not far away, his eyes slightly enlarged, and saw that Fan Qingtian was smiling all over his face, his gentle appearance couldn't help but Mo Fengyan's heart sank again.

(End of this chapter)