Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

The two male dolls stood there in the dull, but as the oldest brother, Feng Xiaomo suddenly reacted, pulled the little meat hand holding Feng qianshuang and ran away!

"Prince brother, where are you going?" Feng qianjue yelled in the back, but Feng Xiaomo had been practicing martial arts. His lightness skills were very good. He ran out and disappeared in an instant.

Feng qianjue stood in place and gently skimmed his mouth.

He felt sick at the bottom of his heart.

He won't let this woman come back to them so easily and live in the palace so easily

The queen mother has never appeared since he remembered it.

Why is he?

……

One little meat hand of fengqianshuang was led by fengxiaomo, and the other hand covered his little hip and asked, "pot, where are you taking me?"

"Stupid, change your skirt!" Feng Xiaomo really hates iron but not steel.

He remembered that when his mother used to take him and his second sister, she was always very reliable. Why did she raise her fourth sister so unreliable?

In the embarrassment of Feng qianshuang, he still raised his small face and smiled sweetly, "thank you."

Feng Xiaomo rushed into the house with her and stuffed her into the house.

"Qi Xiaoqi Da, come here and find a suitable dress for the princess."

They looked at the wind and frost together, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

Looking for... A dress that fits?

But the little girl is clearly five years old. Where is a five-year-old girl's dress in the palace?

Seeing that they were in trouble, Feng Xiaomo's eyes fell on the little girl's pure little face. She was blinking her big eyes and looking at him curiously, as if waiting for him to give a response.

After a pause, Feng Xiaomo suddenly said, "then wear the five-year-old clothes of the third brother first. Go to the third brother's house and get them."

They answered and turned to get their clothes.

Feng qianshuang pulled his lips and said, "thank you, pot."

This is her second thanks.

Mommy said that she must thank those who have helped her. It doesn't matter how many times she thanks.

Feng Xiaomo glanced at her speechless, "did you often pee your pants when your mother used to take you?"

This made Feng qianshuang shake his head.

"No, it's just your toilet. It's so far away."

This "toilet" probably refers to Gong room?

Feng Xiaomo nodded, "let the palace man take you to the nearest place in the future."

This sister is not reassuring at first sight.

It seems that my mother has worked hard these five years.

……

Outside the emperor's bedroom.

Feng qianjue strode forward, but was stopped by the palace man.

"Your Highness, your majesty ordered that no one be disturbed today."

"Why?" Feng qianjue stared inconceivably.

He remembered that his father never refused to see him, but what happened today? Refused to see him!

Seeing his appearance, Kanazawa at the door whispered, "Your Highness, it's like this. The queen meets her majesty again after parting. Naturally, she should be good..."

"Is that woman in there?" Feng qianjue immediately blackened his face.

It's unimaginable that a five-year-old doll should show such a look.

Sometimes both Jinze and Jinming doubt whether the little guy is five years old and precocious... But on second thought, it seems ridiculous.

"Your Highness, that's your mother." Jin Ming coldly reminds him, with warning and displeasure in his words.

How painful would it be if the queen heard it?

Feng qianjue sneered, "you won't let me in, will you?"

"Your Highness, please come back."

The palace man outside the door refused to let go, so he stared at the boy in front of him.

Neither side is willing to compromise.

In the stalemate, Feng qianjue took the lead in letting go, turned and left.

They were relieved to see the prince leave so simply.

Your majesty and your mother are finally reunited. How can we not be gentle tonight? But his royal highness is really not sensible at all!

Feng qianjue left the front yard and looked back at the two subordinates who were still standing outside the door. He coldly hooked his lips and went directly to the backyard to climb the window!

He's going to sleep with his father today!

Climbing up the windowsill, I saw two figures pasted together.

The couple who heard the noise in the room stopped, especially Feng Qianmo, raised his head and stared at his son by the window.

The noise of his climbing the window is so loud that it's hard for people to ignore it.

"Father." Squatting on the windowsill, Feng qianjue called Feng Qianmo wrongly.

At this time, Su Yunqin had got up and hurriedly dressed up.

"What?" Feng Qianmo's face was stiff, and even the words asked about the exit were particularly warm and cool.

He clearly ordered no one to enter the temple, but this son dared to break in directly!

Feng qianjue jumped out of the window, but his stubborn little face had revealed all his thoughts. He stammered his lips and said, "father, my son wants to sleep with you tonight..."

"No!" Feng Qianmo's face was as black as ink.

He grabbed in vain, put an ink robe over his body and looked down at the troublemaker's son.

On weekdays, the child is very sensible and never makes trouble and problems for him.

Today, because of Su Yunqin's relationship, his son came to stop his good deeds.

Hearing his straightforward refusal, Feng qianjue was not surprised. He just said crisply, "father, you never sleep with your son's ministers. Does Father dislike father?"

Then he lowered his eyes.

A five-year-old child is like a playwright.

Hearing this, the veins on the wind's thousand ink forehead jumped violently.

Su Yunqin, who was also dressed neatly, came out and saw the little doll with drooping eyebrows. He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Hearing her laughter, they looked up at her at the same time.

Su Yunqin quickly raised his hand and shook it. "Qianmo, since your son wants to sleep with you, you can sleep with him. I'll go and see Xiaoshuang. That little guy really doesn't worry at all."

After talking, she took a step and left.

Before taking two steps, the wrist was held by Feng Qianmo.

Su Yunqin turned to look at him in amazement.

"No." When a man says these two words, he is really gnashing his teeth.

How could Feng qianjue, a little rabbit, be destroyed when he finally got his daughter-in-law?

Feng qianjue raised his small head and looked at Su Yunqin strangely.

He said so, the woman is not angry at all? It's just not angry. I'm still in a good mood. Why?

Feng Qianmo's fierce sight suddenly gouged out his son's face. "Why are you still standing here? Hurry back and have a rest."

"I don't!" Feng qianjue, who has always been clever and sensible, was surprisingly stubborn at this time. "It doesn't matter if I don't sleep on my father's Dragon couch. I can sleep on the ground."

"Nonsense!" The wind and a thousand ink denounced.

His anger suddenly cooled the atmosphere in the whole hall.

Su Yunqin caught Feng Qianmo, "don't be cruel to him. What's the matter with you sleeping with him? It's not bad for this day anyway. I can't run."

Feng Qianmo: "

The man's face was darker than the night outside.

He didn't expect to lose to a little broken child for so many years.

This little bunny, if you don't teach him a lesson, he doesn't know what father is!

Seeing that his face was black and terrible, Su Yunqin gently patted the man on the shoulder and said, "honey, don't be angry with a child! There will be more opportunities in the future!"

I don't know if what I said worked. Feng Qianmo loosened Su Yunqin's wrist and she went out.

Before leaving, she took a special look at the man.

It's really unreliable to let a man take his son.

Until the woman's figure left outside the hall, Feng Qianmo looked at the little guy in front of him.

He snorted coldly: "xiaojue, I tell you, it's best to be the last time!"

Although Feng qianjue looks arrogant and cold on weekdays, he actually respects and fears his most admired father. Hearing his words, Feng qianjue lowered his eyes and his voice was very light.

"Father and Emperor... My son and Minister know they are wrong."

He just didn't want that woman to dominate his father.

"Xiaojue." Feng Qianmo sighed softly, squatted down in front of his son, stretched out his hand and stroked his little head, "tell your father the truth, why do you hate it?"

Feng qianjue raised his small face.

"I don't hate her..."

Just hate.

Of course, Feng Qianmo will never believe that a little broken child will know what hate is, just as the little doll is making trouble.

It's normal for children to make trouble.

He continued to touch his son's soft hair and said, "no matter how you reject her, she is also your mother. She almost died to give birth to you."

Feng qianjue hung his head and didn't speak.

Father and son seldom communicate on weekdays, because they are both people who don't talk much. If they are together, they have nothing to say.

Today

Feng Qianmo thought that he really didn't sleep with his son. In the past five years, he has been holding the posture of elders, but Feng Xiaomo has been taking good care of his brother. As a father, he didn't play with him on weekdays.

"Go wash up and go to bed." He stood up straight and ordered the child.

Feng qianjue looked at the tall man standing straight with surprise.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Yes." Looking at his son's happy look, the corners of the man's lips still gently raised an arc.

I didn't expect such a small thing to make him so happy.

Feng qianjue's usual cold look on his face suddenly stopped, and he jumped up happily. He almost didn't shout. That's great.

……

Su Yunqin, who came out of the imperial bedroom, asked xiaofengzi, "where are my little frost and big treasure?"

It's getting dark. I don't know where the little guys have gone.

Xiaofengzi looks at Su Yunqin and still has some doubts and dreams.

Nevertheless, he responded with a good response: "the empress, the princess and the prince of highness are in the bedroom, and the prince's Royal Highness seems to be giving the Royal Highness to the princess... Bathing and changing clothes."

Su Yunqin: "

Although I know that Feng Xiaomo has always been very sensible, after all, my daughter is five years old, which is somewhat inappropriate.

"In the east palace?" Su Yunqin asked in a low voice.

Xiaofengzi nodded, smiled and said, "it's in the east palace."