Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

The man glanced at he ye with a faint voice, not mixed with a little emotion.

Su Yunqin agreed, nodded, pursed his lips and waited to return to the palace.

After returning to the palace, Su Yunqin asked the palace man to take he ye down to take a bath, have a meal and rest, and then he was led by the man to the bedroom.

"The abbot of Dalong temple has a special identity." Feng Qianmo told Su Yunqin everything about Dalong temple.

Su Yunqin looked sluggish when he heard the sentence "go to a new world for treatment".

Did Abbot Yuanji pass through?

What a coincidence?

She was so lost in thought that the men around her didn't respond to how they stared at her.

Su Yunqin pursed his lips: "when my child is born, I will see him."

"Well, it'll be fine." He got close to her.

Whispered, "what are you doing..."

"Yunqin, I've sent someone to watch Dalong temple at any time. It'll be fine."

If it's okay, it's okay. Why are you suddenly talking so close

As soon as he stepped back, the man's strong arm hooked her waist and pulled her closer.

"What are you hiding from?" He frowned in displeasure.

"No hiding... Just like you, I can't think well." Her voice softened.

Sure enough, it's a man Color is wrong.

This guy will give her a good plan as soon as he comes back. Don't you know it will kill her?

Hearing the speech, the man chuckled, "don't think about it. Give me a good kiss."

"..." kiss?

The tip of his nose had touched the tip of her nose, and Su Yunqin immediately closed his eyes.

The lips just touched, however——

"Father, father, father is back!" The sound of wind and fire from Xiaomo suddenly made the temperature in the house drop suddenly.

Hearing his son's voice, Su Yunqin hurriedly pushed him away, with a ruddy face.

Feng Xiaomo has rushed in all the way, and SA Yazi runs happily.

"Father!" He jumped up and hugged Feng Qianmo's legs. Because of the height gap, he couldn't see his father's black face, and he also hugged his father's legs and rubbed hard.

The veins on the man's forehead burst.

The little rabbit is his own!

Su Yunqin looked at a man's dark face. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh. One couldn't help laughing.

The wind stared at her.

Feng Xiaomo raised his head and asked suspiciously, "why does the empress mother laugh?"

"Cough, nothing." Su Yunqin clenched his fist and coughed hard on his lips.

"Oh, generally nothing. There must be something." Feng Xiaomo said strangely, with the thief's eyes turning between them, "am I disturbing you?"

"..." Feng Qianmo glanced at him, but his expression seemed to say: what do you say?

Su Yunqin couldn't hang up his smile and coughed again.

"Dabao, have you met sister Ono? Have you..."

"Cut, what sister? She is two months older than me. She should be called sister." Feng Xiaomo cut off his mother's words with dissatisfaction on his face. His little face was proud and charming.

This look as like as two peas of ink.

Su Yunqin had no choice but to change his title: "sister Ono, go and see you."

"I don't know. I want to hear from my sister." Feng Xiaomo said stubbornly, and then looked at Feng Qianmo with a curious and worried face.

Knowing that his son was worried about his sister, Feng Qianmo comforted: "it's all right. My sister's disease will be cured."

Feng Xiaomo: "

He thought the answer given by his father was so perfunctory.

Forget it, he must be a good thing to disturb the father and mother. The father must not like him.

The little guy deflated his mouth, loosened Feng Qianmo's leg and retreated out.

When the child left, Su Yunqin looked at the man and said, "I must settle accounts with Jun Wanyuan..."

"Do what you should just do before you settle the accounts."

"Hey, can you be serious... Huh!" The voice was swallowed up by his cold thin lips.

……

Feng Xiaomo sat in his position with his arms in his arms, looking at he Ye strangely.

He Ye sat opposite him, some embarrassed and gently pulled the corners of his clothes.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

"Shh, call me brother later." Feng Xiaomo quickly and nervously looked around and soon felt wrong, "no, I'm not your brother. You can call me prince brother."

He Ye looked at him foolishly.

What's the difference between the prince's brother and his brother?

Besides, she is two months older than him!

"Do you understand acting? My mother said we must be professional!" Feng Xiaomo learned his father's expression and ordered seriously with a small handsome face.

Although he Ye was two months older than him, he was not as smart as Feng Xiaomo after all. He was stunned. He really called: "brother Prince."

When I heard that my older sister called me my brother, Feng Xiaomo called me a siser.

"I tell you, that villain caught you today, didn't he?"

He Ye nodded.

"Do you want to teach him a lesson?" Feng Xiaomo made a neck wiping move towards he Ye.

As it happens, he recently learned a very powerful move. This move is not from the evil wind cult, but from the xiaofengzi cult.

He felt that this must be used to deal with the bad guy!

As soon as he ye heard this, his eyes brightened, but he could soon dim down, "I'd better not. That man is terrible. We are children and can't fight..."

"Nonsense, I tell you, this move is absolutely powerful, because it is specially used to deal with men! Hum!" He gave a proud and proud hum, confident.

He Ye hesitated, but he was curious about what kind of move it was, so he agreed.

……

The evil wind was wounded and wrapped up in the house by Jing Rong.

Jingrong was bandaging the man and blowing painfully at the wounds on his arms and legs.

"That man is so powerful that he hurt you like this." She's crying.

The evil wind pulled her, "it's all right. It's just a small injury. I'm just too careless."

"You're still trying to be strong!" Jing Rong blushed.

"But when he knocked me unconscious, I heard them mention a man..."

Jingrong is still wiping her tears. Her mind is all on the man's legs. She doesn't know what he's talking about. She casually asks, "who?"

"King Luo." The evil wind wiped away her tears and was so distressed.

Jingrong was still wondering who he would mention, but suddenly he heard him ask, suddenly raised his head and looked at him strangely: "you said... Fengqianluo?"

Impossible? Aren't you dead?

……

Feng Xiaomo swaggered to the palace with he Ye.

At this time, he happened to see a group of people walking out of the palace. He hurriedly pulled he Ye aside.

"Prince... Brother Prince, let's go back?" He Ye was still terrified. After all, he was caught once before.

Feng Xiaomo stared at her and said, "what are you doing back? I'm taking it out for you!"

He Ye subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this time, Xiaomo looked into the distance and saw that it was old general Mo who came out of the palace. He was easy to be cold with Mo!

General Mo is also a veteran of the three dynasties. The Mohists have been generals for generations. Now general Mo is also the most famous young and victorious general in Tianxuan.

But the key is... Why did they come back to see the bad guy?

When they left, Feng Xiaomo immediately took he ye and slipped in.

Mo Yihan, who was walking in front, caught a glimpse of two sneaky little figures sneaking into the palace, and he suddenly stopped.

"Han'er, what's the matter?" Grandpa stopped, too.

"Grandpa, you go back first. I want to cut and rub martial arts with brother evil wind." Mo Yi cast a small face and said seriously.

At a young age, he is particularly calm and steady.

Grandpa liked this grandson best, so he didn't doubt him and nodded and left.

Feng Xiaomo rushed into the palace with he ye and just saw the man lying on the imperial concubine's couch eating breakfast. The man was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and looked golden in the golden palace.

Hearing the news, Jun Wanyuan chopsticks and looked at them.

"Prince of highness and royal highness of princess?" When he saw them, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Seeing he ye, his eyes flashed fiercely.

Someone had just come to tell him that the arrest failed.

What a bunch of losers.

Feng Qianmo is back? Oh! Is that man really so terrible?

"Bad uncle, are you eating breakfast alone?" Feng Xiaomo approached him.

He Ye hurriedly wants to hold him and hopes he won't get close to this man.

Feng Xiaomo compared her with an "OK" gesture, which made her feel at ease. However, he Ye couldn't understand what the "OK" gesture meant.

"Bad uncle?" Jun Wanyuan took a mouthful of hot porridge and stuck it in his throat. It was neither up nor down. It was so uncomfortable.

How old is he? How could you be called Uncle by this little boy?

"Yes, shall I come and have breakfast with you?" Feng Xiaomo is close to him and smiles with a simple face.

Jun Wanyuan swallowed the hot porridge, looked at the little doll with a smile and said with a sneer: "it seems that I am quite popular with children... Ah!"

The words have not yet fallen, I just feel down He was severely kicked, and he fell to the ground directly because of the pain.

When he screamed, the whole hall was in chaos.

……

7 a.m. to 9 a.m..

Just at the time of breakfast, Feng Qianmo went back to rest after he was on his way.

Su Yunqin sat down to eat. Seeing that there was no trace of the two children, he frowned and asked, "where are Dabao and Ono?"

Jingrong didn't come to take care of the evil wind. Xiaofengzi waited and scratched his head.

"Why don't you go and call them?"

Su Yunqin nodded.

Such a breakfast is boring to eat alone.

Xiaofengzi immediately called someone.

After about a quarter of an hour, xiaofengzi ran over with a big face.