Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Feng qianjue also looked dissatisfied and wanted to refute, but he was interrupted by Feng Xiaomo.

"If you're a man, don't be wordy. Hurry and show me your homework!"

The two children, one big and one small, stared at each other with big eyes and were so deadlocked.

The Jinze and Jinming of that side helped the forehead with consistent and tacit understanding.

The crown prince and the third prince are really a pair of enemies.

Since the third prince can walk, his highness likes to chase after the third prince, meet people and walk with the third prince's little hand.

After the third prince can speak, it's even more amazing. The third prince is more introverted and stupid. He always makes the crown prince feel wronged every time. However, go to your majesty to complain

And their majesty, with two dolls, looked flat, and the two dolls dared not quarrel any more.

They made a fuss again and saw that the light in the study suddenly went dark.

Feng Xiaomo clattered at the bottom of his heart.

Oh, hey, shit

He hurriedly pulled his brother and ran away.

"Brother Prince, why did you pull me to run?" Although Feng qianjue asked a question, his face was still cold.

He is as cold as his father.

Feng Xiaomo was too lazy to explain to him. He took him back to the bedroom, put him on the bed and covered him with bedding.

"Say well first. If your father comes, you'll have a good rest. Don't let your father worry. Do you hear me?"

Feng qianjue nodded.

"That's good!"

"But my homework..."

"I'm so bored. I said I'd do it for you!"

Feng qianjue didn't dare to refute again. He obediently pulled up the quilt and covered his little head.

Feng Xiaomo helped his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to leave. Unexpectedly, footsteps came from outside the bedroom hall.

"See your majesty." The voices of the guards and maids at the door.

Feng Xiaomo was surprised and looked puzzled at the third brother who was covering a small face on the bed.

The father is coming!

The sound of steady footsteps came from outside the hall door, and Feng qianjue, who was ready to be obedient on the bed, suddenly sat up.

"Father!" The two children spoke at the same time.

They all showed a solemn and respectful look to the men who stepped into the hall. In their hearts, their father and emperor were more tenacious than the mountain.

Feng Qianmo's steps were steady and his black clothes were light. He saw two children with different expressions and a soft heart.

He went to the bed and sat down, holding the child's hand.

"What lessons, father and Emperor."

Feng Xiaomo looked at him in surprise.

Feng qianjue didn't know why. At the moment, his small face, which was originally rigid, was full of joy. He got up and went to get the book.

At this time, the man looked at Xiangfeng Xiaomo.

Facing the man's line of sight, Feng Xiaomo couldn't help but put his line of sight carefully, "father, you..."

"Are you okay?" I can't say.

Feng Qianmo looked at his son and said, "tomorrow we'll go to Dalong temple."

"Hey?" What are you doing at Dalong temple?

Although in recent years, the father emperor would go to Dalong temple every year, he never took him and his brother.

How could this

Feng Qianmo's tone was quiet: "your uncle wrote a letter and said that he seemed to see your mother."

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

But Feng Xiaomo clearly heard the tenderness implied in this tone.

The mother is coming back?

When Feng Xiaomo heard this, he was excited at the bottom of his heart, but he had to pretend to be very calm on his face. "If the mother comes back, will she bring her sister back together?"

Great. If my sister comes back, their family will be reunited!

At this time, the little doll coming with a Book blinked and asked, "the mother is coming back?"

He hasn't seen his mother since he was impressed.

Although every time the prince's brother would point to a picture and tell him that the person in the picture was their mother, he still had no impression.

"Yes, the mother must be back!" Feng Xiaomo said firmly.

Not only the queen mother, but also the sisters.

"Oh, oh." Feng qianjue gave a warm voice and handed the scroll to Feng Qianmo.

That little expression, very careful.

No wonder the father came out of the study. It was... Because of Uncle Jun's letter.

……

Three days later, Dalong temple.

There were vegetarian meals on the dining table, but a little doll quickly swept away the vegetarian meals on the table.

"Good times, good times."

When everyone looked at it, it was a little fat girl who ate all over her face.

Beside her sat a beautiful young woman, whose eating behavior was very noble and elegant.

"Mommy, the food here is good." The little fat girl raised her head, smashed her mouth and said excitedly.

Su Yunqin glanced at the strange expressions of the monks around and quickly took the embroidered handkerchief to wipe the stains on her round face.

"Were you born hungry in your last life?" She couldn't help hating her daughter.

Feng qianshuang puffed up his fat face and said, "Mommy, you can be a blessing."

Listening to this unparalleled Mandarin, Su Yunqin took a swipe at the corners of his mouth.

Why did she raise her fourth daughter into this virtue?

She is really puzzled

"It's good to be a second sister." Feng qianshuang showed his regret, "but the second sister's body is the most important."

Su Yunqin looked soft and said softly, "yes."

I wonder when we can get together as a family?

She thought secretly, but she could only keep this extravagant hope in her heart.

Feng qianshuang touched his soft belly, got up and said, "Mommy, I want to poop."

Su Yunqin: "

She really doubted whether she had the wrong child.

The doll is neither like her nor like wind and ink, but it makes her a little confused.

"Go, go!" She waved her hand in disgust.

I can't help it. I have to pet my daughter when she is kneeling.

When she finally came back from modern times, she wanted to go back to Tianxuan to see her man, but... The little fat girl had to pester her and yell that she was hungry to eat. She had no choice but to take her daughter to the back yard of Dalong temple where the monks ate.

……

The emperor's carriage stopped at the gate of Dalong temple.

Feng Qianmo and his two children just got out of the carriage. Suddenly, Feng qianjue "ouch" and covered his stomach.

Feng Xiaomo came over and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Brother Prince, my stomach hurts..."

Feng Qianmo's eyes stagnated and ordered, "go to the inn first."

On the way, qianjue had some stomach trouble. I don't know if she was ill.

Feng qianjue shook his head, "no... no, I can't help it. Father, emperor and ministers go to the temple first..."

He didn't care what to say, so he ran away.

Feng Xiaomo looked at his little body and turned his head and said, "I'll go and see him."

When Feng Qianmo nodded, he hurriedly caught up.

There was only one hut. Feng qianjue found that someone was occupying the hut, and the door was locked inside.

Now his paralyzed little face could not be stretched completely, and there was a trace of crack.

Feng Xiaomo followed quickly, and saw the cold and light little guy in front of him... Black face.

"Cough!" He wanted to laugh, but afraid of his brother's thin skin, he coughed to cover up his smile.

Feng qianjue stared at his brother and said in a suppressed voice, "brother Prince, let the people inside come out faster..."

Feng Xiaomo coughed several times before saying, "this is not good... If there is a little girl in it, it would be impolite."

Feng qianjue's face turned from red to black, and he could hardly bear it.

No matter how he pretended to be old, he was still a five-year-old after all.

Then the door of the hut opened.

A five-year-old fat girl came out slowly and rubbed her belly while walking.

"Oh, where's Mommy?" She looked around, her eyes suddenly fixed on the handsome young man in front of her.

Feng qianjue rushed into the hut with an arrow step.

At this time, the little street waiting for the wind noticed the little fat girl who suddenly appeared.

They looked at each other as if they were looking at each other.

Feng qianshuang gave a cry, and his little head tilted. He looked at the handsome little brother in front of him curiously.

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere?

But she can't have seen it!

Because if she saw a beautiful little brother, she must remember.

At the moment when Feng Xiaomo saw the little guy, his heart shook.

He stared at her strangely.

Although the little fat girl has some meat, her facial features... Are very similar to the mother's appearance in memory.

"You are..." Feng Xiaomo restrained her inner excitement and walked a few steps closer to the little fat girl.

But although the little girl was shocked by his handsome face at first, she was extremely alert.

When he approached, she withdrew.

"You... You want to fuck meow? My mommy is so fierce!"

Listening to her accent, Feng Xiaomo's face was stiff.

This accent is so strange. I don't know where it comes from.

But maybe not his sister.

"I am..." Feng Xiaomo wanted to say that there was no hostility, but the little fat girl was too alert and ran away.

"Wow, mummy, there are rice eggs!"

Rice egg? What's this?

Feng Xiaomo stood in place with a confused face.

But after a while, the little fat girl pulled a tall woman over.

Mother and daughter are a little closer.

Feng Xiaomo stood rigidly in place, staring at the two people close to that side.

That... That's

Su Yunqin heard her daughter say there were bad guys. She immediately rushed over to teach her daughter a lesson.

But when I saw the ten year old standing not far away, her pupils shrank.

The boy stood not far away, standing straight, staring at her for a moment.

At that moment, Su Yunqin blurted out: "Dabao?"

Her son is so old!

A wave of incomparable excitement surged up in her heart.

Feng Xiaomo immediately knew that this was his mother!

Finally, he rushed towards Su Yunqin without hesitation.

"Mother!"

Su Yunqin was overwhelmed by her son and nearly fell to the ground. Fortunately, Feng qianshuang stretched out a little fat hand to hold her.

"Mommy, who is this?"

"Xiao Shuang, call your brother."

Feng Xiaomo looked at his sister and was stunned, "this is... Four sisters?"

God, how could the fourth sister be so fat and meat? I can't believe it.

Feng qianshuang raised his small lip, "pot."