Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Henpecked? Why didn't she know about it?

Feng Xiaoye showed an envious expression.

"Ono, there is nothing if. If you like it, Gu will give you a decree to marry. If you don't like it, Gu will let the boy of the Mohist school never bother you again."

In such a simple sentence, let Feng Ono's heart warm.

Yes, she has a backer!

Her father and mother were so powerful that even if they married to the Mohist family, the Mohist family did not dare to treat her.

"Hey, hey, why do I listen to you? Do you have to marry Mo Yihan if you like? My Xiaoye is still so young. You can compare with several childe brothers and decide. How can you marry her so early!"

"What's the matter? The Mohist school is so close that you still want Ono to marry far away? You can't see it for years?"

The couple quarreled over her marriage.

Feng Xiaoye helped the forehead, some speechless, "father, emperor and mother, please don't interfere in the marriage."

"Don't interfere." Su Yunqin immediately nodded, "just like you like it. The empress mother and the father will never interfere."

Say so

Su Yunqin said again, "Oh, I heard that Mo Yihan hurt his kidney? It's dangerous to hurt his kidney."

"Well, I hurt my kidney." Feng Xiaoye took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. I don't know why his mother mentioned it... I always feel strange.

Sure enough, her guess was correct.

Su Yunqin reached out and patted her on the shoulder and comforted, "don't worry. It doesn't matter if you hurt your kidney. The queen mother will prescribe a great tonic for him to tonify his kidney. It will be fine soon."

Feng Xiaoye: "

"It will never affect your married life in the future."

Wind Ono's eyes twitch.

Mother, please don't make trouble!

This kidney tonifying medicine should really be sent to Mo Yihan's hand. The Mohists will really misunderstand it completely!

My God?

"The monk outside the door." Feng Qianmo also couldn't listen any more. He drew twice in the middle of his eyebrows and said a few words in a deep voice.

Hearing that Feng Qianmo mentioned the silence at the door, Feng Xiaoye remembered that he had come back and patronized to talk to Su Yunqin, leaving his senior brother behind.

Embarrassing!

"No silence?" Su Yunqin remembered the little monk's name.

Feng Qianmo nodded gently, "exactly."

They all remember the little monk of Dalong temple.

"Since we are guests, we should treat them well. We have dinner together. Let him come together." Su Yunqin said again.

Feng Xiaoye nodded and breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of his heart.

She is proud of her open-minded parents. Like Mo Yihan's father, she is really an ancient man with extreme tradition and stubbornness.

"Father, emperor and mother, I'll accompany Wuji."

They both nodded at the same time, which was regarded as agreement.

After Feng Xiaoye left, Su Yunqin grabbed Feng Qianmo's big hand and asked, "Qianmo, what about the cold injury?"

This is her prospective son-in-law.

"I've just seen it. I can't die." The man frowned unhappily. Why does this woman care so much about other men?

"What do you say? The boy of Mohism is likely to be our future son-in-law. We have to observe it carefully."

Feng Qianmo: "

He was too lazy to respond to such words.

"What do you think of this party disturbance?"

Feng Qianmo said faintly: "no, I'll just leave it to Xiaomo to deal with everything. I won't make an order about the Mohist family and the Yu family. This is a question for Mo Yihan. If he can handle the Yu family well, I'll make an order. If he can't handle it well..."

Su Yunqin raised his eyebrows.

Her men are still mean thieves.

"Don't push everything on my big treasure!"

"In the future, he will have to be alone. He can't handle this little thing. How can he face the old die hards in the hall in the future?"

Su Yunqin choked on his words.

Yes, he's right.

It is said that daughters should be arrogant and sons should be rough. Sure enough, fengqianmo completely follows this principle.

……

Fengxiaoye heard that Wuji was in the side hall. When he entered the side hall, he saw him sitting upright with a straight back.

"Why are you so nervous?" She went to his side and sat down. "Why don't you have dinner with our family tonight?"

Wu Ji looked at her in a trance. His lips moved and whispered, "but..."

He's a monk. Isn't that reasonable?

"No, but you are our guest." Feng Xiaoye thought of something and said, "how much is your fortune telling task? I'll shout for you for a while, and they'll come and let you count."

Wuji is not good at lying. When she asked, she stammered, "there are... Hundreds more."

He was so stammering that Feng Xiaoye could see it at once.

He is really unfit to lie.

Feng Xiaoye stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked his jaw. A faint radian was raised at the corner of his mouth: "don't worry, there are hundreds of people in our palace. It's absolutely enough to count your life."

Silent: "

Finally feel what it means to lift a stone and hit yourself in the foot.

Obviously, Feng Xiaoye saw that she was lying, so he said so.

"Why don't you give my father and mother fortune telling first?" Fengxiaoye suddenly approached without silence and smiled like flowers.

Her smile was so sweet and annoying that she was silent. Even if she was innocent, her heart missed a beat at the moment. She subconsciously tilted her face back and didn't dare to look directly into the little girl's eyes.

He could feel the twinkle of the girl's eyes. He was not good at lying. He was defeated after all. He subconsciously licked his lips and whispered, "no, miscalculation is the crime of beheading."

Wind Ono giggled immediately.

She found that teasing elder martial brother was really interesting. Elder martial brother was too innocent, too simple and too cute. Now she really thought and wanted to bully him.

"Don't worry, elder martial brother. My father and mother are not fierce. They are very gentle."

Wuji chatted and pulled the corners of his lips. He really didn't dare to admit that Feng Xiaoye said "very gentle". People all over the world know what temperament emperor Tianxuan is.

When it was time to have dinner, the palace people specially invited them to have dinner. Wuji was very upset. He had already backed out before he went out.

"Ono, I still won't go..."

"Why? My mother specially invited you. Do you want to kiss my mother's face?"

Without silence, he quickly waved his hand, and his voice gradually weakened, "no... it's not like this."

He was so careful that Feng Xiaoye understood what. She approached him and grabbed his sleeve.

"Elder martial brother, I know you don't eat meat, so my mother specially ordered the imperial dining room to prepare vegetarian food. Don't worry."

For this reason, it seems that this dinner is not for the reunion of the whole family, but for inviting him to a monk?

Wu Ji sighed deeply at the bottom of his heart.

Well, it's on the line. You can't do it without it.