Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Of course, Su Xiaomo can't wait to see her.

The silver soul gate is not only in the imperial capital, but also in other cities. They lived in the silver soul gate in other cities before.

Jun Minghui had no time to stop Su Xiaomo. He had run out.

Looking at the child's clever figure, Jun Minghui shook his head helplessly.

"Childish." Su Xiaoye, who was drinking porridge, snorted with a small face.

Jun Minghui's eyes fell and saw a very contradictory emotion on the little girl's face.

She seemed to want to see the devil, but she tried to pretend she didn't care.

Tut tut

"Let's go and meet your uncle?" Jun Minghui makes a sound.

Su Xiaoye suddenly brightened his round and big eyes, raised his small face and nodded gently.

After all, he is only a four-year-old child and can't really completely hide his emotions.

……

The front yard of the hospital has long been lined up.

However, there is an elegant room dedicated to receiving distinguished guests next to the doctor's room, and Su Xiaomo goes directly to the elegant room.

Suddenly, his little foot stung.

He clearly saw the man standing at the door of Yajian. It was their uncle who was blackmailed 100 liang of silver by him on the way back to DIDU. He remembered that his name was Jinze.

Su Xiaomo's heart thumped for a moment, and he thought of the four words his mother taught him - enemy road is narrow.

Kanazawa heard the footsteps and raised his head to look at him. Suddenly, a trace of amazement flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

"You!" He pointed to Su Xiaomo's little doll and was unable to express his emotions.

He was so impressed with the little boy that he blackmailed him one hundred liang of silver outside the imperial capital that day.

Su Xiaomo's eyes quickly flashed a shrewd light, and his eyes smiled a little.

"I'm here to see the guest. You're not a guest. I don't talk to you and waste time."

Clearly just a child, childish little face, milk voice, but say such angry words.

Kanazawa stretched out his hand to hold his chest and wanted to spit blood.

"Kanazawa." At this time, a low mellow and pleasant male voice came from the house.

Kanazawa took a deep breath and kept himself calm. With a friendly smile on his face, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Please."

Su Xiaomo raised his small head towards Jin Zeyang, hummed proudly, took his hands behind him and strode in like an adult.

Looking at Su Xiaomo's appearance like a little adult, Jin Ze is really unable to laugh or cry.

He can't understand why such a little guy is a child of whose family?

Su Xiaomo stepped into the room and saw the man sitting in the chair playing with the tea on the table. His face was still a ghost mask, but it made Su Xiaomo feel a sense of closeness.

"Uncle." He gave a crisp call to the man who hung his eyes and played with the tea.

The childish voice sounded, and Feng Qianmo carelessly raised his eyes and looked at the child.

"Where's your mother?" He asked suddenly.

"Eh?" Su Xiaomo tilted his head and looked puzzled at his eyes. "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

He sat down on the chair next to the man in Xuanyi. Because the chair was too high, he needed to support his hands on the chair and jump up to sit down. After this series of actions, he didn't care whether the men around him would care about these.

Feng Qianmo's eyes locked on the little boy, for a moment. Until Su Xiaomo sat down, he said in a deep voice, "there's a business."

Su Xiaomo blinked his star eyes curiously and hurried to the man's side.

Originally, the two of them were very close to each other. He sat on the chair, and his whole small head almost rubbed against the man's black clothes.

There was a faint aroma on the man's robe, lingering on the tip of Su Xiaomo's nose, which made Su Xiaomo's heart surge with a strange emotion.

"Is this childe looking for the sect leader?" Before Su Xiaomo answered, a gentle male voice came from the door.

Feng Qianmo looked at the door and saw the warm man in a white robe walking into the house. He also led a little girl in his hand. She looked white and clean, but there was no blood on her face, as if she would fall to the ground at any time.

The little girl's facial features haven't completely opened, but at first glance, he feels familiar. For a while, he can't think clearly who the girl's facial features look like.

Jun Minghui is also looking at the man and examining the man wearing a ghost mask.

For a moment, there was a strange atmosphere in the room.

Su Xiaoye was skillfully held by Jun Minghui and looked at her brother's direction. She frowned.

How can brother get so close to this demon?

Don't you think it's dangerous?

Feng Qianmo put down the cup he had been playing with and said, "when will you come back when the door master is not here?"

Jun Minghui's tone contained a touch of hostility: "I don't know."

"Oh, my sister and I can decide if the sect leader is away!" Su Xiaomo impatiently interrupted the hostile dialogue between the two men.

He always wondered why Uncle Jun was so indifferent to this uncle. Usually uncle Jun is a very gentle person.

Besides, this is a big devil. According to my mother, it is a big customer. How can I let go?

Wind thousand ink thin lips slightly raised, and his eyes turned to Su Xiaomo: "can you decide?"

"Yes, that's my sister. We can both decide!" Su Xiaomo finished, patted his small chest, and pointed at his sister to let her come over.

Su Xiaoye hesitated and took a look at Jun Minghui, but after weighing it in his heart, he released Jun Minghui's big hand and walked in the direction of his brother.

Jun Minghui: "

Why does he seem redundant?

"My brother is seriously ill. I come to Yinhun sect this time. I hope the sect leader will help me." The wind makes a sound slowly.

Even facing two little dolls, the man is very serious.

He looked at the appearance of the two little dolls, and there was always an indescribable sense of familiarity in his heart. The more he loved the two dolls.

Su Xiaomo was surprised. For the first time, he had the illusion that he was an adult.

The uncle is very nice. He treats him with an adult attitude, which makes him feel that he has grown up.

"So it is. Don't worry, uncle. It's up to me... Oh, why did you pinch me again?"

"Let you talk." Su Xiaoye glanced at his brother.

Is this kind of thing my brother can decide freely? If my mother knows, she may punish my brother for copying books again.

Feng Qianmo raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the little girl. A soft color gradually opened at the bottom of his eyes, "these two children are the children of Prince Jun?"

It was really the first time that he had a particularly strong interest and ideas for the two children.

Jun Minghui pursed his lips, "No."

"Uncle, don't stare at Jun Shu all the time. You're on me!" Su Xiaomo waved away Su Xiaoye's small hand pulling his sleeve and grabbed the corner of the man's black clothes.

Su Xiaomo didn't react to such an action.

Feng Qianmo's eyes glanced at the little hand that fell on his Xuan clothes, and the soft emotion at the bottom of his heart opened, making him light.

"Xiaomo!" Jun Minghui angrily scolded Su Xiaomo, "it's an adult's business for you to take your sister out to play elsewhere."

"I don't!" Su Xiaomo shriveled his mouth, "Jun millet, do you want to bully my uncle?"

In order to express his protest, he simply stood on the chair, forked his small waist, puffed his cheeks, and raised his voice a little higher.

"..." Jun Minghui Rao was calm on weekdays. Listening to the child's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

His uncle?

This little guy has only met this man a few times, so he puts his family identity on?

Su Xiaoye also slightly rolled his eyes and whispered a warning to Su Xiaomo: "brother, you don't know what people's name is. Don't climb the relationship with others."

Su Xiaomo still forked his waist and raised his small face angrily: "I don't care, I don't care. Anyway, I'll help uncle."

At this time, the man beside him chuckled.

The smile of low charm overflows from the man's thin lips, which is obviously a color of pleasure.

Hearing the "big devil" smile, Su Xiaoye couldn't help but open her big, round and bright eyes.

Suddenly some wonder what the "big devil" looks like

Jun Minghui heard the man smile and his face sank. He reached out and rubbed his painful eyebrows. "Xiaomo, if you mess around again, I'll tell your mother to listen."

When Su Xiaomo heard that she wanted to tell her mother, her little face immediately counseled.

His puffed cheeks suddenly looked like a deflated ball, slowly deflated, then tooted his small mouth, and his small face wrinkled into a small steamed stuffed bun.

Feng Qianmo gently beat his fingers on the table rhythmically.

"Young master, since the sect leader is away, I'll come back another day."

"No, the sect leader has been away recently. He won't come back without a year and a half." Jun Minghui refused without even thinking about it.

As a man's intuition, he didn't want the dangerous man to see Su Yunqin.

Jun Minghui's words made the ghost masked man's Phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and the unhappy mood fainted at the bottom of his eyes.

"Really?" He said two words carelessly.

"I......" Su Xiaomo hurriedly jumped out of the chair and was just about to speak, but she was grabbed by her sister.

He looked at his sister.

Su Xiaoye shook his head gently towards his brother, and his eyes were full of warning.

Although she is young, she should be on guard against people. Her mother has taught her for a long time. Brother is a fool!

Su Xiaomo was unhappy, but he still didn't speak.

"What junmou said is true." Jun Minghui said in an unassuming manner, "Murong sect leader should understand that the sect leader is also a busy man, not..."

"Dabao, Xiaobao!"

However, at this time, a crisp female voice came and successfully interrupted Jun Minghui's words.

Jun Minghui has an illusion that he has been beaten in the face.

That voice is Su Yunqin's!

Hearing this familiar female voice, Feng Qianmo also raised her eyes. Feng's eyes were still half narrowed, but the light in her eyes was very deep.