Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"What is that? Yan Xiaohua, if you really believed me, why would you have made such a decision in the first place?"

Yan Xiaohua's rebuttal was robbed by Sikong Jue for a while. He has always been able to speak well at this moment. In fact, he knew in his heart that Sikong Jue's accusation was right. They were a couple. You shouldn't be masculine enough to take everything down, thinking that you are for him, but in fact you treat him like a woman, but in fact, he is a man, a pure man just like him.

"Sorry, Jue, I know I was wrong. I swear that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future. Otherwise, I will have to die. Can you give me another chance? I really can't live without you and my child."

He got up and hugged him regardless of his struggles, Yan Xiaohua buried his head on his neck and said in a sullen voice, Sikong Jue wanted to push him away, but the dampness from his neck stopped all his movements. Also deeply stuck in his throat, did he cry?

"Cough cough..."

They didn't know how long they held each other, until there was a disturbing light cough outside the door, Yan Xiaohua let go of him a little and looked outside with him.

"Your Majesty, all five ladies are here."

Facing the obviously displeased stares of the two, the steward of the outer court said daringly.

"Well."

Hearing this, the soft-hearted Sikong Jue kicked someone without thinking about it, turned around and sat down in the main seat, since he said he didn't do anything to hurt him, he would like to see, these few What happened to the concubine.

"Let them in."

Yan Xiaohua didn't dare to be angry with him, bent down and wiped his aching right leg, and limped towards him on purpose.

Sikong Jue's eyes swept his legs uncontrollably. Could it be that he really tried so hard just now?

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

Seeing him still feel sorry for him, Yan Xiaohua smiled brighter than a flower, and huddled with him in a shameless manner. He learned this trick from Uncle Jiuhuang, doesn't he always play rogue with Aunt Jiuhuang like this? It seems that their family also eats this set, and it can be properly carried forward in the future.

"The concubine has seen the county king, princess!"

Five women like flowers and jade walked in and saluted them in a row. Sikong Jue's face changed immediately, Yan Xiaohua, who was always paying attention to him, hurriedly said, "Stop pretending, Jue already knows what's going on. Well, you have worked hard for the past two years, and the things that this king promised you have also been fulfilled, so you can pack up and leave the county palace."

Don't look at each of these women as delicate and weak, in fact, they are all martial arts masters. He took a lot of effort to find them. The purpose of bringing them into the house as concubines is to let them closely protect Jue and children. Decided to face Jue together, and they have no need to exist.

"Really? I said it earlier, it's making me sick to death."

"That's right, pretending to be a concubine is more tiring than killing people, so I can finally get rid of it."

"King Huajun, you are so rude. It took more than two years to get it done, and my mother is anxious for you."

"Isn't it? I made a bet with Xiaoyun in private. In the end, whether the King of Huajun confessed first, or the princess was angry and walked away first. It seems that I won."

"Sister Mei, that's not what you said. The princess was angry and walked away more than two months ago. It should be me who won. When we made a bet, we didn't say whether the princess was angry and went back to the West Country or something else. place."

Yan Xiaohua's voice fell, and the woman who was more elegant and weak just now changed a lot in an instant. Sikong Jue couldn't help but look dumbfounded. Seeing them rubbing their legs and stretching their waists, the cherry red lips were slightly open stupidly. What happened again? Is this what they really are? Gorgeous black lines climbed up his forehead, thinking that he had been cheated by them for almost three years, Sikong Jue couldn't help but have the urge to slap him twice. The fox of a man is jīng?

Chapter 392 Discipline the small dumplings, design a walker

The misunderstanding between Yan Xiaohua and Sikongjue that lasted for nearly three years was resolved, but Sikongjue did not immediately forgive him as he imagined. There were too many unwillingness and unwillingness in the middle. Someone was decisive, but Ling Jingxuan When he knew it, he didn't worry, and he didn't mean to exhort and help. Everything in the world can be sought, but a sincerity is hard to find. He believed that Sikong Jue understood this truth. It was only a matter of time when they reconciled as before. It's better to solve your own affairs first when inserting yourself into other people's feelings. He and Yan Shengrui also have things to solve.

"What are you writing?"

After dinner, the children went to eat together, Xue Wuyang disappeared habitually, and King Fu, needless to say, went back to his own yard to chat with the two famous actors, Qingqing, I and I, Yan Shengrui had nothing to do with the little dumpling and flew high. , which made the little guy laugh non-stop. Seeing Ling Jingxuan burying his head and writing and drawing, the tired father and son couldn't help but lean over.

"No, I suddenly remembered something called a walker. I'm going to make it for our little dumplings to lose weight."

There are many benefits of a walker. For them, the only benefit is that it allows the child to move on his own. If he moves more and restrains his food a little, he should not continue to gain weight.

"What to lose weight? The little dumplings are just right, how cute they are."

Yan Shengrui frowned in disgust. Like the big bun, he didn't like Ling Jingxuan's disdain for his precious son, kid, what's wrong with being fat? Other people's children can't get fat even if they want to be fat.

"Are you sure it's just right? It's almost fattening into a ball, right?"

Angrily glanced at him, Ling Jingxuan stretched out his hand and pinched the small face of the small dumpling with tender and tender flesh, the child was fat.

The point is good, but it can't be too fat. It not only affects the appearance, but the most important thing is that it is not good for physical health and affects growth and development.

"What does it mean to be fat and become a ball? Is there a father like you? The little dumplings in our family are at most a little bit of meat, right?" For the sake of his son's happiness, Yan Shengrui resolutely slapped his wife back, and after he finished speaking, he posted a post with his son. Playing with a face, the little dumpling screamed happily, two little hands danced excitedly, and then...

"clap clap"

"Hahaha."

The dancing little hand accidentally hit Yan Shengrui in the face, the little guy seemed to have discovered a new world, and slapped him several times in a row, Yan Shengrui's smile suddenly froze on his face, Ling Jingxuan smiled at him very rudely, Xiao The more he played, the more addicted the dumplings became. The fleshy little hands aimed at his face and slapped back and forth, and excited shouts came from his mouth from time to time.

"Sure enough, he is a little bastard with no conscience, and the king is helping you."

After returning to his senses, Yan Shengrui put the child on his lap and pinched his nose angrily to show punishment. It was also him, and someone else who dared to slap him, it is estimated that he had already seen the Lord of Hell.

"Ah."

The little dumpling sitting on his lap was wriggling with his fleshy little body dissatisfied, as if he wanted to continue. Yan Shengzhi, who had always loved his son, didn't know what to do, and looked for help to Ling Jingxuan, who was lying on the table with a smile. , Ernu is really not made in a day, the dignified Prince Sheng can't do anything about his own son, saying it out will probably make others laugh out loud.

"Cough cough... don't blink, be careful of eye cramps."

Seeing that their prince's face became more and more ugly, Ling Jingxuan coughed twice to hold back his laughter, and met his resentful gaze, he pulled the child's hand, and slapped the back of his hand a few times with a stern face: "Little bastard, your hands are used to hold things, not to beat your father and king. I'm not sure in the future, do you know?"

A child like this, once he is addicted to fighting, will see whoever beats him in the future, so he must get rid of his bad habits the first time, otherwise the family will probably suffer in the future.

"Well!"

The little mouth shrunk when he said it was shriveled, the tears gathered in his eyes instantly, the fleshy little face was full of grievances, and looked like he was going to cry at any time, Yan Shengrui immediately felt so distressed: "Forget it, son. Still young."

"A kind father is a loser! You treat me honestly, this kind of thing can't be counted."

Gouging him out fiercely, Ling Jingxuan looked a little sternly at the little dumpling who was obviously threatening him: "Don't cry, if you cry again, Daddy will beat him again, and if you hit someone in the face in the future, Daddy will smash your little ass. ."

He is also used to children, but there are some things that he can't get used to. Let's take this kind of thing for example. Maybe now they will think that the appearance of his son's beating is so good and cute. He really deserves to be their son. If they get used to it, they will be the ones who will suffer in the future.

"Wow wow..."

The little dumplings are not the little buns and the others. It is definitely impossible to reason with him. The little guy burst into tears when he disagreed with him. Yan Shengrui tried to hug him and coax him, but Ling Jingxuan moved faster than him, grabbing the child and directly throwing him away. He put it on the baby bed, and his sharp eyes swept over the distressed Long Zhang and the nurse, and if he wanted to cry, let him cry enough. He must not be allowed to develop the bad habit of thinking that crying can solve everything. .