Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 110 How about killing him?

Mo Fengyan had never seen Fan Qingtian smile so happily, so touchingly, so tenderly and earnestly, and he would never forget such a smile for the rest of his life.

When Mo Fengyan was standing outside the door blankly looking at Fan Qingtian, Bu Hai was the first to see Mo Fengyan, and then he waved the dust and shouted at Mo Fengyan, "Mr. Fengyan, you are stupid!" What are you doing there?"

Hearing Bu Hai's words, Mo Fengyan came back to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward to Fan Qingtian, half-kneeled on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, my servant."

Looking from Mo Ziyuan's body to Mo Fengyan who was kneeling on the ground, Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Get up."

Today's Mo Fengyan doesn't feel that Fan Qingtian is scary and makes him tremble involuntarily, but Mo Fengyan still has a little fear of Fan Qingtian in his heart, but he is not as scared as before.

Standing up calmly, Mo Fengyan also had a faint smile on his handsome face, "Your Majesty, you are back."

Slightly lowering his head, the smile on Fan Qingtian's face has been restrained a lot, and his voice has become a little colder, "Well, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fan Qingtian talking to him so distantly, Mo Fengyan said with a trace of grievance on his face, "Your Majesty, is Fengyan annoying you?"

Mo Fengyan clearly shouldn't ask this sentence, but he blurted it out involuntarily, but Mo Fengyan was afraid again after saying this, he was afraid of Fan Qingtian's answer, afraid that Fan Qingtian would say that he hated him.

Hearing Mo Fengyan's question, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, but did not answer Mo Fengyan's words, "If you are fine, then call Yue Qing for me."

For Mo Fengyan, Fan Qingtian didn't dislike him, but he couldn't say he liked him either. Anyway, she would never trust him who was going to kill her.

He didn't get Fan Qingtian's answer, and Mo Fengyan didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy, but felt a loss in his heart, as if he had lost his heart.

Mo Fengyan couldn't help clenching his fists slightly, Mo Fengyan was suddenly jealous that Yue Qing could get the trust and love of the king, but Mo Fengyan also knew very well that if Fan Qingtian hadn't killed his family first, he wouldn't have kept hating Yue Qing all the time. Fan Qingtian wanted to kill Fan Qingtian, so much so that he fell in love with Fan Qingtian, but he could no longer gain Fan Qingtian's trust. God really made a big joke on him.

"Yes, I will go and invite General Yue Qing here." Quickly withdrawing his thoughts, Mo Fengyan said in a slightly low voice, then Mo Fengyan turned around and stepped back to call Yue Qing.

Sitting at the table with Mo Ziyuan in his arms, Bu Hai went forward and poured another glass of water for Fan Qingtian, and said, "My lord, if you don't like Mr. Feng Yan, then Bu Hai will kill him for the king, anyway. There are many men who are better than Mr. Feng Yan."

Bu Hai didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. In the past, the men Fan Qingtian didn't like would be killed directly, and then dragged out and buried.

If it directly annoys Fan Qingtian, throw it to feed the hungry wolves.

Hearing Bu Hai's words, the corners of Fan Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly, and now Fan Qingtian understood Bu Hai a little bit.

Bu Hai seems to be easy to talk, but in fact he is also ruthless in his heart, but if Fan Qingtian doesn't have Bu Hai to handle things by his side, I'm afraid everything will not go well.

Waving his hand, Fan Qingtian said calmly, "No need, just leave him a way out." Besides, Fan Qingtian killed Mo Fengyan's whole family in the past, so she couldn't be with a person who let go of her hatred. Let's kill them all, she still wants to accumulate some blessings.

"Yes, then let Mr. Feng Yan live." Bu Hai raised his orchid finger and smiled obediently.

At this time, Mo Ziyuan, who was holding Fan Qingtian, took out a small puppet from his arms, and there was a small wooden figure on the puppet, like a mother and child.

The appearance of the little puppet is similar to Fan Qingtian's face, and the little wooden figure held by the puppet looks similar to Mo Ziyuan. This lifelike wooden figure is completely based on the two people, Mo Ziyuan and Fan Qing. It was carved from the appearance of two people in the sky.

The lower plate of the puppet is a circular platform, on which a short bracket is erected, and the bracket supports the puppet to stand.

Handing this very novel puppet to Fan Qingtian, Mo Ziyuan said with a bright smile, "Mother, this is for you, do you like it?"

Mo Ziyuan pointed to the puppet's face with his pink little finger, and continued, "This is mother." Then he pointed to the bright-faced little puppet in the puppet's arms and said, "This is me."

"Mother, I carved this with my own hands, do you think it looks like us?" Mo Ziyuan looked excitedly at Fan Qingtian, looking forward to Fan Qingtian's admiration in his eyes.

It took Mo Ziyuan half a month to carve this puppet seriously, but it took Mo Ziyuan a lot of effort.

The gentle smile on his face froze again, and Fan Qingtian took the wooden figure that Mo Ziyuan gave her, and looked it up and down.

The sharp-eyed Buhai said happily when he saw the face, "Oh, I didn't expect that Xiao Ziyuan's craftsmanship is so good, and he can carve such a beautiful wooden figure."

"Yo, look, my lord, this wooden figure looks exactly like my lord..." Bu Hai raised his orchid fingers and praised with a smile on his face.

With a deep smile in his eyes, Fan Qingtian nodded slightly and said, "I like it, I will keep it well." Fan Qingtian rubbed Mo Ziyuan's head.

Hearing what Fan Qingtian said, Mo Ziyuan showed a mysterious expression and continued, "Mother, this puppet has another function."

"Oh?" Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows, looking interested and eager to know.

Mo Ziyuan chuckled, and then pressed his small hand on the puppet in Fan Qingtian's hand. Suddenly, the puppet began to turn, followed by a burst of Ruan Qin's sound, and the beautiful and melodious tone echoed in the room, stirring For the pleasure of the soul.

And this pleasant music was not played by anyone, but was automatically emitted from the little wooden man.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Eunuch Buhai exclaimed in shock, "Ah, it can also play the piano automatically. It's amazing. Did Xiao Ziyuan make this? Xiao Ziyuan is really amazing."

Fan Qingtian raised his brows slightly, looked at Mo Ziyuan with amber eyes with admiration, and smiled lightly, "Ziyuan is really good at learning, I have a good grasp of the mechanism theory that you have painstakingly written."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's admiration, Mo Ziyuan scratched his head, with an embarrassed smile on his face, he really didn't expect his mother to know that he used the mechanism theory written by his mother to make this mechanical instrument.

However, there is also a unique concept designed by Mo Ziyuan himself, which combines the mechanism concept written by Fan Qingtian together to create this organ instrument.

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