Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 1552: Bigger Than Nanling Emperor

The baby looked like a head in his head, pitiful.

Liu Yusheng sighed, knowing that his mother Moruo, her son, had borrowed the courage from the sky, and the cows were incredible. Except for their relatives, there was nothing he feared in the world.

"You have a good temper, and your mother knows it, but you need to have a sense of play, too unbridled, that is arrogant. You have to know how to handle it, Croton, you are the child of the king of Nanling, everything you do is outside People's eyes will be magnified. Mother-in-law does not need you to be a role model, but at least, you have to be worthy of the word Nanling above your head. "

Croton raised his eyes and looked at his mother who was so caring about him for the first time, and a little doubt appeared on his small face. "But my father and my mother also told the baby that the age of the baby can be carefree. You can be forgiven even if you are in trouble. Is n’t it just these years when you can play freely? I wo n’t do this when I grow up. "

Why is my mother saying something different now than before?

Isn't it right that he plays as he wants and walks according to his own heart? He didn't kill anyone.

"Daddy and dad have said those words, and also said that you have willful power at your age, even if you are in trouble, there are fathers and mothers who will bear it for you. That's because we all believe in your character. This is how your father and mother love you .But pampering is not the same as indulgence. Similarly, willfulness is not the same as wantonness. The difference between them requires you to understand and distinguish yourself and grasp. "

The little baby was lost in thought, her brows frowned tightly, and her doubts still gathered.

Feng Qingbai reached out and patted Xiaowa'er's head. "Those who achieve great things should know how to be calm and restrained. Otherwise, if they are overconfident, they will be conceited."

Croton was shocked and looked at Dad.

"It's late, just rest. Don't make a noise, he's hurt."

"Dad, what's wrong with Qiqi? Who bullied him ?!" When Qiqi was injured, Croton was in a hurry, and looked fierce.

"I'll talk about it later, go on." The man's voice was slightly cool, as was the look at Croton.

Looking at Dad for a while, Croton pulled his lips out.

This time there was no argument, no coquettish with my mother, very quiet.

Seeing that the son really went out obediently, Liu Yusheng was not at ease, "Feng Qingbai, would you say that what we just said is too heavy? Croton is only six years old ..."

"Sheng Sheng, in the royal family, the six-year-old baby is no longer naive."

"I know, it ’s good for him now." Liu Yusheng sighed, leaning on the man's shoulders. "Are you saying that you are the same as your mother-in-law? You know you should be severe, but you will always be infinitely soft? "

"Well, that's probably the case with loving mothers." The man bowed his head, smiling at her.

"Then I can't be a strict mother."

"Anyway, there is Yan Father."

Liu Yusheng looked up, looked into the man's eyes with a smile, and drowned in his eyes.

"Dad, mother, you are ashamed again. I haven't fallen asleep yet."

The soft and soft glutinous voice came from the bed. The two adults turned back and saw the little **** the bed covering her eyes with a smile.

"I'm still awake at this time, and my spirit is so good, that mother will tickle you."

"No, my dear, Red Bean is already asleep! Hahaha!" Xiaowa went into the quilt with no bones, only laughter came from the quilt.

The couple looked soft.

"You rest with red beans, I'll go back after finishing the work." Watching the woman climb up, kissed his wife and daughter on the cheek, Feng Qingbai walked out of the tent.

Wei Zi caught someone there, and he wanted to try it immediately, so as to avoid extravagance.

Thinking of Qiqi being hurt by the flute sound, the eyes of Feng Qingbai were froze, and the eyes were extremely cold.

When walking to the door of Xiaopengzi, the man paused, watching the faint lights leaking out, and the sound of conversation that could reduce the volume, but eventually did not enter and left.

Croton crouched beside the rug in the awning, looking at the person who had fallen asleep, his mouth narrowed tightly.

"Cousin, Qiqi's face is so white, is it really okay?"

"It's really okay. Your mother has already seen it. You still don't believe in her medicine? When you get up tomorrow morning, Qiqi will be as healthy as before." Feng Mo sighed, the same as the fifth answer. Then, "Why didn't you see it before? Your little ghost was so embarrassed."

"Shh, keep quiet, don't wake up Qiqi!" Xiaowa stared at him immediately.

Feng Moyu, "..."

He really served this little ancestor. When he was back just now, he was going to leave. Seeing that Xiaowa's expression was not good, he stayed kindly.

The comforting master who has done this for a long time does not say that he has been turned away by all kinds of disappointments. He has never seen anyone who is harder to serve than this little ancestor, and he is even more powerful than Nanling Huang.

"You said that Qiqi was injured by a flute player?" Xiao Waer asked for a moment, after a moment of silence.

"Yes, yes, little ancestor, I have answered many times!"

"You said it might be, but didn't say it must be."

"... I wasn't clear at first. Later, when I got closer and heard the flute, I can only infer that." He also asked the uncle later. Isn't it why the uncle did not answer him, otherwise he would Stuck by the little devil? "But after your father attacked that person, the flute sound was broken, so I'm sure that the seven or seven injuries must be related to flute sound. Xiaozu Zongxi, you can let me go and ask so clearly why? This matter has Adults do not need to be mixed with you by a little baby. "

"Is that the person I caught back?"

"Maybe--" Feng Moyu stretched his tone and rolled his eyes secretly.

The little boy really adds gold to his face. He doesn't know when he is not there? The man was obviously dragged back by Wei Zi.

Originally thinking that he was so weird and angry, Xiao Waer would surely resent him, who knew that he hadn't waited for a long time.

Feng Moyu looked up and saw that Xiaowa's face was half-buried in his arm, and the eyes of the elf spirit were red on weekdays.

Is this ... crying, crying?

"Oh, feed my little ancestors!" Feng Moyu scared the whole person backwards, and fell to the ground with one buttock. "It doesn't matter to me, it's not me who makes the little devil, cousin, uncle, Huang Huang!-"

"Cousin, don't be noisy." Xiaowa stared at him, frowning at him.

Feng Moyan stared at him, looked at the little baby for a long while, and got up and patted his buttocks. "Crotch, it's getting late, cousin is leaving first, you should rest early."

The back view of the man leaving looked almost the same as taking away the road.

The curtain fell down in the midst of the air because the man was too panic.

"Where's Nanling Emperor, so counseling." Xiaowa murmured twice, then turned to look at the little baby sleeping on the carpet.

(End of this chapter)