Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 530 It’s the tiger lying on my stomach (1)
"I was already in despair, but who knew that I would run into you!" His face returned with a gentle smile, "You are the descendant of the chief culprit who destroyed Fucheng! It doesn't matter if that bastard is dead, He also has a daughter!"

She sighed lightly, shook her head and said, "You are wrong, you are very wrong..."

"She is also a descendant of Fucheng!" Before Leng Xia could finish speaking, a voice came in.

As the pink flashed, the old naughty boy appeared in front of the city lord as fast as lightning, and he changed his true nature as a naughty boy, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the people of Fucheng are still alive! Boy, do you recognize the old man?" ?”

The city lord looked at him, already speechless in astonishment, the characteristics of the old urchin are easy to recognize, white beard, white hair and white eyebrows, as long as you have seen it, you will never forget it.

His tears flowed down instantly, as if seeing the long-lost elder's child, he exclaimed: "You are... the Taoist grandfather beside the city lord!"

grandfather?

No one knows the age of the old urchin, but at least he is over a hundred years old. It was 20 years ago when Fucheng was destroyed. The 14-year-old city lord at the time, the old urchin named seventy-eighty, wasn't he a grandfather!

Seeing a certain old guy's beard bouncing up and down, Leng Xia gave a playful look, rubbed her chin and smiled coolly.

The old urchin stared: "Bah! The old man will always be eighteen!"

Yinsisi's eyes fell on him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Mu Er's dull eyes full of disgust.

Immediately shrinking his neck, he muttered, "What an old-fashioned piece of wood."

With his actions, the city lord was even more sure: "You are really a Taoist grandfather!"

Beside the city lord of Fucheng, there is an old Taoist priest. Every citizen in Fucheng knows this. This Taoist priest has superb martial arts skills, but his temper is like a child. All the children like to play with him. Occasionally when he is in a good mood, he will Teach children a few tricks.

However, according to what the adults said, when they were children of their generation, this Taoist priest was dressed in the same way and looked the same, and it hadn't changed a bit for decades.Some people say that he is the master of the city lord, and some people say that he is the guardian of Fucheng. His identity has always been a mystery, but what remains unchanged is the respect of the people in the city.

The city lord finally came to his senses, unbelievable: "Grandpa Taoist, why are you with this woman! She is a descendant of the murderer who destroyed my Fucheng! How could she be a descendant of Fucheng!"

The old urchin sighed and waved his sleeve casually...

Click click!

The iron chain snapped in pieces.

Pulling up a chair and sitting down, he asked, "Are you..."

The city lord quickly replied: "I am Chen Wenxiao from the Chen family shop in the south of the city!"

Listening to his narration, Chen Wenxiao briefly explained the cause and effect of Leng Xia. The disbelief in his eyes gradually turned into remorse. He believed the old urchin's words, and the more he believed, the more remorse he felt. It will burn him more and more.

What did he do?
He actually wanted to deal with the only remaining bloodline of the city lord's family!
boom!
With a loud noise, Chen Wenxiao kneeled fiercely in front of Leng Xia, the strength seemed to shatter his kneecaps!

He knocked his head to the bottom, knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up, and the choking sound became louder and louder.

He always thought that he was the only one left in Fucheng. For 18 years, he lived in deep hatred every day. In the past three years since returning to Fucheng, he has been fighting alone, hoping to restore Fucheng. In the past, he was prosperous and prosperous, but just when he was about to despair, he finally found out today that the old urchin is not dead, and the city lord still has descendants.

In particular, this descendant killed that bastard Xiwei, and personally avenged the millions of people in Fucheng. This descendant's identity is Empress Xiwei, and she definitely has the ability to rebuild Fucheng!
A moment of regret and surprise.

While Chen Wenxiao regretted his stupidity just now, he couldn't restrain himself from this sudden surprise. He even boldly calculated that Fucheng might still have a few survivors living outside.

Leng Xia nodded and asked him to stand up.

She doesn't have such a deep sense of belonging to Fucheng, it can only be regarded as a responsibility, but she also has an understanding attitude towards Chen Wenxiao's actions and thoughts.

Two little heads came together, Zhan Shiqi hugged the little black tiger, and said with a smile: "Mother, uncle is called Grandpa Master, so what should we call Shiqi?"

Leng Xia was suddenly terrified!
She tilted her head and pondered for a while, but she really couldn't figure out why.

Chen Wenxiao didn't mind it, got up and smiled kindly, bowed deeply towards a certain child, thought for a while, and called out: "Little uncle."

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she aimed at a certain child with a frightened face. How did her son's seniority become so high?

Suddenly, Leng Xia thought of another question.

The playful, gloating small-eyed wind fluttered and fluttered to some idiot who looked up to the sky and pretended to be dead. His phoenix eyes were bent into crescents, and he asked coolly, "Well, dear son, ask your second senior brother, what should his name be?" Me what?"

A certain idiot lowered his neck, his eyes rolled slowly, and in the face of empress Leng raising her eyebrows, smiling, expecting...

Reluctantly glanced at it.

call out!
No one was there!
Looking at the empty front, Leng Xia smacked her lips and asked blankly, "This idiot, even the 36 tricks are the best trick...have you learned?"

Think back then, when we first met, how dumb he was!
Now son, that little treachery is simply outrageous!
Leng Xia suddenly turned her head and asked the old naughty boy: "At the beginning, Mu Er was ordered by senior, right?"

The old urchin laughed, his beard twitched, and explained: "The old man was entrusted by the city lord, and it is also for the future of Fucheng. Before you go to get married, you will go to Xiwei several times a year. You can't let Fucheng's only blood , died in that cold palace, so it can be said that Princess Anning grew up under the watchful eye of the old man, but she never knew that I was in the dark."

He stroked his beard, seemed to recall the past, and sighed: "However, as time went by, the old man also realized that if she wanted to restore Fucheng, Princess An Ning might not be able to support her! So when she wants to marry far away During the Great Qin Dynasty, the old man also gave up and no longer entangled in the matter of restoration. And that boy Zhan Beilie, although he is not very cute, has a good character, he will never do anything to bully her, and neither does the old man. Keeping an eye on him, I only told Mu Er to go and have a look when you have nothing to do, and help out if you can help."

(End of this chapter)