The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Fu Xueyan is coming? It’s really time to come!

Qiao Wei looked at the big disciple, the big disciple looked blank, and still wondered if the Fu girl was the one who was the king of the palace?

Although there is no evidence at the moment, if Fu Xueyan is really the mysterious black hand, she will see the big disciple here, and the young disciple will be in danger.

Now they are a shipman, she does not want a big disciple to have an accident.

Ji Mingxiu and Qiao Wei agreed, and exchanged a look with Qiao Wei, Qiao Wei opened the window, indicating that the disciples jumped out of the window.

The big disciple does not understand that the door of the good end does not go, why go to the window?

Qiao Wei didn't have time to explain to him. He took him over and threw it out of the window. The big disciple was thrown outside the back door of Qinglianju. He shot the dust on his body and left with a black face!

Qiao Wei just closed the window, Fu Xueyan came over with the food box: "I bought some white sugar cake, I want to take it over for you to taste."

Qiao Wei was in a hurry and let her see the big disciple again.

"What's wrong with you? The face is so red?" Fu Xueyan explored the cold hand and covered Qiao Wei's forehead.

Qiao Wei subconsciously avoided.

Fu Xueyan stunned, and the hand was stiff in the air.

Qiao Wei realized that her rejection was a little weird. She raised her smile and touched her forehead. "It’s all sweat, don't dirty your hands. Right, you just said what you bought?"

"White sugar cake." Fu Xueyan opened the food box and took out a copy and handed it to Qiao Wei. "I don't know if you like it or not."

Qiao Wei shook his paper bag and smiled: "Like, thank you!"

Fu Xue flue: "Then I will go first."

Qiao Wei smiled: "Well!"

Fu Xueyan took the food box and went to the house of the master.

Qiao Wei and Ji Ming repaired the study and came to the gallery. The door was hidden. From their point of view, they could not see the scene in the room, but they could hear the conversation between the two.

"Oh, remember to come back? I left without a word, I will go back to the night!"

It is the voice of the yin and yang of the master.

Fu Xueyan replied softly: "Did you not say that you want to eat white sugar cake yesterday? I will buy it for you. It is the old name of Changliu Street. The team that has been in the queue for a long time is discharged."

Qiao Wei’s mouth is pumping, gambling one or two silver, and the second two goods can’t hold such a sugar-coated shell!

Sure enough, the tone of the teacher's adult is soft: "You go to the sugar cake? How do you still go by yourself? You call me."

"I saw you still sleeping, so I didn't wake you up," Fu Xueyan said.

Qiao Wei took a deep breath, and I didn’t have to look at it. I also knew that the face of the original black goods that had become black and coke had already stunned.

There was a pleasant voice from the teacher in the room: "You also eat, this old-fashioned white sugar cake is best eaten, sweet but not greasy, and there is a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus..."

Qiao Wei is speechless, you are the man of Ji family...

Fu Xueyan had been out of the house of the Lord’s adult for a quarter of an hour. Her forefoot had just returned to Xiao Yuxuan, and Qiao Wei took a piece of clothes and followed it.

"Mrs." Xiu Qin said with a smile.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly and looked at the Fu Xue flue in the head: "I didn't disturb your lady?"

"No, please, please." Xiuqin ushered Qiao Wei into the house and soaked a pot of Longjing to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei looked at the tea cup in front of him, somehow thought of the tea brewed by the big disciple, and smiled and asked: "I heard that you are not the same as the tea that the Central Plains eats?"

Xiuqin smiled and said: "It is really different, but my family has admired the culture of the Central Plains since childhood and drinks tea from the Central Plains."

Ah, admiring the culture of the Central Plains since childhood...

Qiao Wei took the teacup and sipped it gently.

Fu Xueyan sat down: "Is there anything?"

Qiao Wei smiled: "Nothing else, just come and see you. I have been busy with Rong Rong recently, I have ignored you. How are you? Can you still be well?"

Fu Xueyan said politely: "I have nothing bad, it makes you bother."

Qiao Wei said refreshingly: "Well, who made you feel the flesh of Ji family in your stomach? After that, we are stunned! Your son will have to call me aunt!"

Fu Xueyan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Qiao Wei glanced at her intentlessly, her eyes falling on her slightly raised belly and said, "Is there five months?"

"Yeah." Fu Xueyan nodded gently.

Qiao Wei said: "The weather is cold, the clothes are thick, but it is not so conspicuous. If it is in the summer, your stomach can't be hidden. You haven't planned to tell me?"

Fu Xueyan paused: "...more time."

Qiao Wei’s glare moved, opened the brocade box that was brought over, and took out a white silver fox cloak: “This is the day that Bier just went to embroider the building. I’m screaming with the color, you Try not to fit."

Fu Xueyan put the cloak on his body and stood up, a little longer.

Qiao Wei’s gaze fell on her stomach again, wearing a cloak, and she really couldn’t see her pregnancy!

Qiao Wei took the cloak back to the Qinglian residence. After sitting at the desk, Ji Mingxiu saw her come in and put down the ancient book that was being read. He asked, "How is the temptation?"

Qiao Wei sat down on the chair and said, "The more I try, the more I feel about her..."

Originally thought that Fu Xueyan was pregnant, it was not easy to disguise. Wherever it was expected that a cloak would cover the pregnant belly, so the person who shot himself on that day was really her?

Is the eye that makes me feel familiar with her?

Partial life can't think of what the eyes look like, just remember the familiar feeling that lingered in the heart at the time.

Ji Mingxiu looked at her with a bitter and deep hatred and said softly: "Don't think about it."

"Yeah." Qiao Wei threw the cloak on the chair. This cloak was originally made for her mother. Her figure is taller than Fu Xueyan, and naturally it is not the body of Fu Xueyan.

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Wei asked Xiang Fu.

Ji Mingxiu said: "I took some books from the forbidden land, and there are some records about the night dead, I will take a look."

Referring to the slain, Qiao Wei thought of seventeen and asked in confusion: "How have I not seen seventeen for so long? Where did he go?"

"He is in retreat." Ji Ming Xiu Dao.

Qiao Wei groaned: "What is he doing? Is he injured?"

He Lan has been singing for a long time in the middle of the night. In order to suppress the poison, she will be closed for several months every year, and Ji Mingxiu will be retired. Although it is a practice to practice Jiuyangzhang, the purpose is to relieve the palm of the hand, so in Qiao Wei In the impression, the retreat is healing.

Ji Mingxiu smiled and said: "He is practicing, his recent skill has improved a bit faster, and there is a looming trend of breakthrough. I asked Ji Wushuang to bring him back to the villa."

Qiao Wei thought about it and asked curiously: "He is already so powerful, what will it be like to break through? Will it become a ghost king?"

Ji Mingxiu is ridiculous: "The Ghost King is not so easy. For so many years, no squad has been trained as a ghost king. Although the seventeen talents are different, they must rely on extraordinary means to improve their skills before they become a ghost king. Even so, there is no guarantee of absolute success."

For hundreds of years, there have been many people who want to take poison to become ghost kings, but the only one who has succeeded is the one who has a good reputation.

Qiao Wei originally thought that if there is a little ghost king, so that all the dead soldiers of the night Luo are not their opponents, but the premise of thinking that this is done is that seventeen must take poison, then she still does not want.

The little fat man will be sad.

"How much will it become after the 17th retreat?"

Ji Mingxiu said: "If you are lucky, you will probably be able to get close to the skill of the long knife."

The long knife is the highest-ranking slain under the Ghost King. It is not impossible to practice hard for a decade or two. It is really amazing to have almost reached this skill at the age of fifteen.

Qiao Wei looked at her fist, when she could make a second move, the group of **** would be fine!

Maybe she needs to... retreat?

"you are pregnant."

The prime minister read her understanding and said very seriously.

Qiao Wei grabbed a pillow and threw it in, and you were pregnant! You are pregnant everywhere! Your whole family is pregnant! Your daughter-in-law is pregnant too!

Hey, isn’t he just his wife?

Prime Minister: "Oh, a pregnant three years."

......

Bier is not there, and the child and the smoker are not sure about Shu Xiao fat, when Qiao Wei goes to the next door, the little fat man is running around with a small butt, and the two squats are full of sweat but even her. Not fishing.

Just as Wang Shu ran in the doorway, Qiao Wei grabbed her arm and lifted her up and broke into the tub.

The little fat man was grievously bathed, especially sad to go to bed, covered his head with a quilt, ignored Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei put out the candle and walked out of the house.

Wang Shu quietly pulled down the quilt, revealing a round head, and glanced at the back of the mother who gradually disappeared, carefully grasping the sugar in the purse.

"No sugar!"

Wang Shuyi, the mother is not in the house, she knows that she is stealing sugar?

"Have you heard? Put the sugar down!"

Looking at the sugar back to the purse, but she did not give up, and more carefully touched a shortbread.

"Do not eat cakes."

Wang Shu’s little meat hand trembled, and the shortbread cakes fell on the ground!

She went out to bed.

"You still get out of bed? Give me a lay back!"

The little fat man was lying on the bed in shock!

The house of the master, Qiao Wei looked at the sesame sugar and peach cake that had just been confiscated, and the teacher who was leaving home to leave the house: "How? Don't let you go there overnight, do you still give me back?" ”

"I... I don't want to sleep with him!" The lord looked at the three halls of the slumber, and turned his eyes wide.

Qiao Wei blinked coldly, did not want to sleep with his cousin, or want to sneak up and sleep with Fu Xueyan? The stinky boy grows up and learns to climb the bed in the middle of the night!

But Fu Xueyan is now full of suspicion, how can she rest assured that he will pass? As far as his two brains are concerned, it is not enough to give people a suture.

"Who don't you sleep with?" Qiao Wei looked at him fiercely, raised his hand, and pressed his fist slowly in front of his face.

The fist was creaking, just like someone's bones were pinched off.

The teacher, the adult, recognized the squat for a second, and climbed back to the bed in vain, not only climbed back, but also pulled the big arms and long legs of His Highness, and placed it on his own body very friendly. It can be said that the attitude is very correct. !