Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Ling Shu, Ling Shu"

After a month of treatment, the crumpled dead skin on Yan Shangqing’s face has fallen off. Although the body is still not good, the handsome little face looks like the normal person, just because the newborn skin is still relatively delicate and thin. The blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible and look a little red. Today, he rarely put on the sky blue small down jacket that Ling Jingxuan specially sent to Baiyunge. The whole person looks more lively and bright.

"Hey, our little warrior is very good today, come over and let Ling Shu take a good look."

Ling Jingxuan's happy open arms, Yan Shangqing's face flushed into his arms, such a big movement, will inevitably lead to the skin that is always itching, but he did not show any pain at a young age, he likes Ling Shu, I like to hold him in my arms.

"Oh... what to do? The more you look at the more cute, Ling Shu wants you to be my son, or do you want to be my son?"

What is the age of what is not a thing for him here, he wants to take care of his son, who dares to stop?

"Qinger also likes Ling Shu and wants to be Ling Shu's son."

The little guy was blushing, and he nodded happily. Then he followed the squadron and slammed his fingers and knocked his head. "How? With Ling Shu, even the father is not going to be? Father is really hurting you." ""

The sorrowful deliberately pretend to scare the little guy, the little guy struggled to slide down, and climbed to the boss to sit on the empty leg, red eyes whispered: "There is no need for the father, the father is not sad, look You are sad, and the baby is so sad."

From an early age, he knew that his father was not his biological father. However, in his mind, the father was more important than the father. He was the son of his father for the rest of his life.

"Hey, why are you crying? Father is joking with you, how can I be willing to be angry with my life, so good, don't cry, you have to be a dry son of Ling Shu, the father may not be more than Happy."

Upon seeing it, Sikong was decisive and distressed. He was busy with him, for fear that his golden beans contained in his eyes would really drip down.

"Well, thank you father, but the athlete is still not the son of Ling Shu, I only want the father and father."

With a tear in the nod, Yan Shangqing's small heart is still a scruples, maybe he is still small, do not understand what scruples is, but it is not doubtful that he really likes his father.

"Qinger."

Seeing that the child is so sensible and intimate, Sikong couldn't help but feel a little excited. Ling Jingxuan, who was next to him, shook his head helplessly. Xue Wuyang, who had watched the movie for a long time, suddenly said: "If you don't do your son, then do half a child, his family. The three boys, the athlete chooses to marry a past and not have it?"

This statement, including Ling Jingxuan, a few people all stunned, just holding the younger brothers out of it, Ling Wen suddenly made a big face, but it seems that people did not say to marry Yan Shangqing to him?

"This is good, still good, or you are your brother's wife, he hurts you so much, it will definitely be good for you."

Suddenly, I felt that the little buns had broken the hand of Ling Wen, and rushed to see Yan Shangqing excitedly. In his eyes, he had already taken him as his own.

"Xiaowu."

Let the younger brother say so naked, the bun of the big buns is bleeding quickly, and Xiao Shangqing is not so good. The sights are not dare to look at his favorite brother, and think of what they say, the little heart. Inexplicably jumping, Ling Jingxuan went back and forth to look at a few children, and the lips and corners smacked a trace of laughter. Yes, this time, his two sons are looking for a good home, but, Yaner and Qing He is very satisfied with him.

"Nine emperors."

I don't know when, Yan Xiaohua came again, and it just eased the embarrassment of the big buns. Xue Wuyang's attention suddenly shifted to his body, and the sleek red lips were lightly ticked: "Huajun Wang Jiner and again Come to find abuse? This seat is boring." A few corners of the eye can not be checked, Yan Xiaohua tried to order himself not to take care of the enchanting, look up the baby wife and son, and go to Ling Jingxuan respectful way: "Nine Emperor , the birthday of two younger brothers, can you let Xiaohua participate together?"

This is the main purpose of his arrival here today. They have to go for three days. Who knows if the enchanting will take the opportunity to abduct his wife? He has to go to see the prisoner, or if the wife is gone, who is he crying for? "Oh... well, people are more lively, but you can only be alone."

Don't look at Ling Jingxuan's smile, as long as everyone who knows him knows that his tone can contain warnings, no matter what the house in his house is, the ancients don't like the wife and the flock. He doesn't want him to bring a few diverticula rooms to add to them.

"Of course, thank you for the nine emperors."

Yan Xiaohua is not stupid. Naturally understand the meaning of his words. Strictly speaking, he is already outstanding in the royal family. He is good at martial arts, good at learning, and good in political achievements. Unfortunately, his opponent is Xue. Wuyang, and Ling Jingxuan's intentional and unintentional assists, he is still young can not be their opponent.

"Father."

Yan Shangqing screamed sweetly, and it was given to the squad of Yan Xiaohua. Regardless of the face of Sikong, Yan Xiaohua sat down beside him and reached out and took his son: "Hyuner is so good today, the father is almost forbearing." Can't live it."

That is to say, Yan Xiaohua’s line of sight is to look at Sikong’s, who is also wearing a Tang suit-shaped sky-blue thin down jacket. His skin is as white and delicate as a ceramic doll, and it is crystal clear under the sky blue. It feels like you can pull out the water with a touch of light, so that he can't hide his eyes and stick to him.

He was so hot and unobtrusively watching, Sikong was not arrogant, but he was still arrogant and ignored. He was here. Seeing here, Ling Jingxuan Xue Wuyang both gave him a disdainful look, as for? Even if Yan Xiaohua is so worried about him, can he not insist on it? Losing him is still a famous Huajun Wang Hao, it is too unprincipled, and the most important thing is that they can't play well.

"Wang Hao, everything has been arranged."

Today, Yan Ruirui did not take the Yanyi out, all three of them stayed to **** them. His so-called arrangement is of course security. Because the Thunder team is still training, this time Ling Jingxuan does not intend to take them out, security. Work, naturally handed over to Yan Yi, they are responsible.

"Well, you are responsible for opening the road today, and Yan Shanyan is responsible for the break, and the other will be handed over to the old wolf."

He does not intend to hide the existence of the old wolf. He wants to bring them from the streets and lanes, and go out from the gates of the city. After the children go out, he also intends to let the **** black follow anytime, anywhere. Look, which ones don’t grow their eyes and dare to move them.

"Yes"

Yan Yi led the retreat, Ling Jingxuan took the children to stand up: "Dinner, we should almost go out."

"Ok."

The buns were so excited that they couldn’t do it. They rushed to the eccentric hall one by one, and Xue Wuyang, who was behind him, suddenly said, “Do you have people bringing food?”

No way, Ling Jingxuan’s white rice is so delicious. Since the first time he had eaten the last time, he has not missed a meal. On weekdays, he even asked him that his family’s rice was bought. Someone just refused to tell him, from time to time, he remembered that when he left, he must pull a few big cars back, eat the rice that is used to his family, and the other he has not swallowed.

"You are still afraid of not eating for you?"

Without a good look at him, Ling Jingxuan flipped his eyes without a word, and he had never seen such a persistent attachment to white rice, although his family's white rice is indeed better than the rice made by ordinary rice.

"Is it not? In order to have a full meal, this seat is not even skinny."

Do you have a face when you are? Ling Jingxuan was speechless, too lazy to take care of him again. The group simply went to the porridge after eating the porridge. The five magnificent carriages were already on the doorstep of the Wangfu, because they were Zhengda’s bright travel, and Yan Ruirui specially dispatched a The army of about two hundred people came to **** them. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ling Jingxuan personally climbed the first carriage with a small group. The little buns drilled in with the help of Yan Yi, and it was impossible to make a round roll. If you walk well, you will naturally ride with them in a carriage. As for the three fathers and sons, they are of course the role of protectors. They walk along the carriage, the huge size, not the ordinary people, the soldiers who first met. They couldn't help but scare their legs and tremble, forgetting what they are doing.

"Depart!" After everyone got on the bus, in the Zhu Guan incident and other people, the 100 soldiers went under the road, the mighty team set off.

"Ah, big dog.

"What dog? That is clearly a wolf, hide a little, be careful to be accidentally injured??"

"Oh ah..."

"Is that the carriage of the Prince's House? Are the wolves also princes? Is it terrible??"

"Mother's, scared to death??"

When the team walked on the street, there was a sudden scream and discussion outside. The Ling Jingxuan, who was sitting in the carriage, smacked the lips. This is the effect. Those who are not afraid of death, come on, he has Patience slowly greeted them.

"Hey??" Compared to his calm, a few small buns are uncomfortable, and where are they terrible? They are their loved ones.

"Don't worry about them, you remember, instead of letting others respect us, let them fear us."

Just a few words, the uncomfortable moments of the little buns have subsided.

"Ok""

"Well, there is still a distance outside the city. Let's take a break. You and your uncle are waiting outside the city. Han Shu, they have something to do, they will come over tomorrow."

I don’t want the children to struggle, and Ling Jingxuan smiled and used his eyes to appease them. The small group lying on his knees opened his eyes in a rare way, but after a few sleeps, he saw that Ling Jingxuan could only helplessly shake his head. Son, he has long been vomiting.

When the team of the Prince’s Palace traversed the streets, there were different people sitting on several tea houses along the street, and young and old, without exception, they were all directed at the Prince. of.

"When they leave the city, they will create a little chaos. If you can kill the prince, it will be better. His existence hinders us."

In the three-story box near the Dongchengmen Tea House, a dark-faced masked man gazed at the team below.

"Yes"

Suddenly a few people flew out in the dark, and quickly opened the door to leave. The masked man looked at the carriage underneath in a sinister look. Hey, hey, Prince? Without the prince to follow, pinching you is as easy as pinching an ant.