Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

晟The Prince’s Palace Hall, because Sikong’s father and son are coming, the original small group’s topic has also been transferred to Sikong’s body. It is said that Sikongyi was born. The emperor was enshrined as a prince by the Western emperor. When he was young, he was personally educated by the emperor. When he was six years old, he entered the ghost temple to study art. At the age of 18, he officially stayed at Donggong. He was quickly recognized by the Western countries. The next year, a pass room gave birth to his eldest son. Since then, the status of the prince has become more stable. The Western ministers are all convinced. However, now he has not yet married the prince, and the East Palace has no side squats. The subjects are also very worried about it.

"Wang Ye, Wang Hao, the guests are here."

Because the other party is not willing to show his identity, Zhu Guanwu can only be called by the guest.

"Let him come in."

Seeing Yan Ruirui can be a daddy when he is not willing to do his duty as a master. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, and Zhu Guanhui turned his respectfully. After a while, when he appeared again in the sight of the crowd, he followed him one after the other. The two Westerners, who had seen this prince on the battlefield, had no interest in him. Ling Jingxuan was curious to look at him. The conclusion he got was only two words, face-to-face, big face and small face, father and son. The two are the same.

The difference is that after seeing the closest relatives again in four years, Sikong was almost excited and didn't cry, and Xue Wuyang blinked and glanced at someone after a short sigh, and when the sight swept to the child next to him. At the time, the depths of the phoenix phoenix quickly slipped through a touch of unnaturalness, and the grin was removed from sight. He didn’t like the child, but every time he saw the child, he would remember the fact that Sikong was betraying him. stand up.

"Prince brother!"

Sikong was excited and rushed over to hug his big brother. For four years, he had not seen his relatives for four years. Sikong was so excited that he couldn’t help himself. Tears finally fell on his eyes. He always cheated. As long as there is Yan Xiaohua, it is enough for the father and the emperor to be in the West. Even if he does not accompany them, it does not matter. As it turns out, he is still extremely eager to love and love his family. They are together.

"You haven't seen anything for four years."

In the blink of an eye, the man warmed up, and Sikong raised his hand and hugged him. The dark blue scorpion was full of warmth and pet, and the small side of the side was stunned: "Three Emperors."

"Well, in the face of Prince Edward, I will never change, and I will grow up, and Uncle will soon recognize you."

Sikong sucked his nose and let go of his own big brother. After he wiped away his tears, he looked at his little nephew, Si Kongqi. In the past, the royal family was the father of the emperor, and the emperor favored him. Now it is his turn to be the child of the emperor. However, carefully looking at the child's looks, the blue scorpion can't help but be strange, is his illusion? He felt that Qier did not look like a prince, but it was a bit like looking back and forth between their father and son. Sikong was soon relieved. Prince and the two emperors were like fathers. They grew up very much like a child. It may be his illusion, how could the son of Prince Si Ge might not be like a brother? "The big emperor."

Xiao Xiaohua didn't take the squad, but Yan Xiaohua walked over and said hello to Sikong. The prince brother is empty and nicknamed. His face is not so thick. It is really not called, and he wants to decide whether to call the emperor. Brother is fine.

"China King."

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and Si Kong looked at Yan Xiaohua with deep gaze. The tone was filled with escaping that could not be discerned. It is obvious that he had known what he had done, and Yan Xiaohua only felt the brain. As soon as he smoked, his back was cold and sweaty, for fear that he would take away the sputum in the next sentence. However, he seemed to think more, and Sikong’s line of sight did not stay on his body for a long time, and soon moved to other places. .

After sweeping through the people in the place, Sikong’s eyes were bright, his eyes fixed on his body, and he was like a natural and enchanting Xue Wuyang. Sakura’s **** thin lips were slightly hooked and finally caught him.

"Are you enough?"

Nearly whispering voice with pets and helplessness, Si Kong's eyes focused on Xue Wuyang's body, as the voice of love sent Xue Wuyang to a shock, then pretended to relax calmly, turned to a enchanting smile: "If This seat says that you haven’t played enough, will your Royal Highness leave?”

Nonsense, when did he play with him? Every time he is very serious to escape, right? Only he was not lucky, and Sikong was too strong, and he was caught by him every time.

"No, this palace can play with you this time, play until you want to go back."

I didn’t see him bring his son. This time he didn’t plan to find him and he just packed it back. After chasing him for so many years, he was tired. Since he likes to play, he will play with him. When is it? He didn't want to play, they went back to the West to get married, and by the way they went to the throne and joined hands in the West.

"Isn't this seat going to go back all my life? Can your Royal Highness still be with you for the rest of your life?"

Eyebrows, Xue Wuyang is not willing to show weakness, he does not believe it, the Prince of the Western Church can leave the West no matter, he really wants that heart, not at the beginning... No, that can't be thought of, think about him I want to start with him.

"What is it?"

There was almost no consideration for the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and there was almost no consideration for Sikong. The face of Xue Wuyang was a stiff, and the enchanting Fengqi locked him in a moment. The two were bickering on the surface. In fact, they were all in the side of the show. Yan Ruirui Ling Jingxuan Waiting for all kinds of speechless, is it difficult for them that this Wangfu Hall has become a place for everyone to show love?

Sikong 珏 珏 的 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自 自"Dancing Yang, don't make me angry."

After chasing for half a year, his patience is almost exhausted. If there is no outsider present, he will have already put him on the spot, and then wait for him to dismiss him?

“I’m angry when I’m angry, haven’t you been born?”

Said that is to say, Xue Wuyang is still sitting back, there is no way, fighting with him is too tired, and not necessarily played, in addition to admit defeat can still be like?

Sikong was satisfied with the smile he gave him a reward. The people who saw this scene couldn't help but throw Xue Xueyang a contemptuous look. Are you not very bullish? Is it awkward now? People are just a threat, you think it? "Hey, Prince, I haven't seen you for a long time."

After getting the naughty and proud wife, Sikong was turned to the owner of the palace. Many years ago, on the battlefield between Qing and the West, they had seen one side. Even if they were confident and proud, he had to admit that Yan Ruirui was a real handsome. If they were dominant on weapons, I am afraid that whoever wins and loses is unknown.

"If you can, the king does not want to see you at all. Since you have already come, you will take your people to the palace, and the king will not welcome outsiders here."

Yan Ruirui, who is holding his son, can be said to be rude. A Xue Wuyang is enough to cause headaches. Now, he has added a sneak peek and said that he can't leave these troublesome characters.

"Oh? Wuyang wants to go to the palace?"

Nothing was angered by his unkemptness. Sikong turned his head and looked at Xue Wuyang. The latter did not say good things: "Go to yourself, this seat is to stay here."

Of course, Xue Wuyang will never leave, and Si Kongyi also looks to Yan Ruirui: "The prince saw the conclusion, where is Wuyang, where is the palace."

Which one is unreasonable for granted? Rao is Yan Ruirui and can't help but bow down and voluntarily give up the throne of the first rogue. "Is the Prince wanting to use this king?"

A dangerous glimpse of the tiger cub, Yan Ruirui is definitely not a man of patience, especially to the enemy. Others are either worried or enthusiastic. They are not screaming, or they are as powerless as Ling Jingxuan. However, there is no reaction at all, and there is more than enough to say: "In the New Year, the emperors are resting, and the Prince is no exception."

In other words, he is not the Prince of the West now, just an empty squad.

"You also know that the New Year is over, who is still running to someone else's house during the New Year?"

Yan Yurui gas knot, I have seen thick skin, who has seen such a thick skin so natural?

"Father, oh, we are back..."

"Haha."

When the voice fell, the sound of the small buns suddenly sounded, and Yan Haorui’s brain was black. Sikong’s eyebrows were pointed out. Zeng Shaoqing and others couldn’t help but laugh and laugh. This is the real demolition of a small expert. The station.

"Well, let's talk later, if you don't want to leave, please follow the courtesy of the guests."

People have made up their minds to rely on the palace. They can't really do anything with them. Ling Jingxuan is too lazy to entangle with them. He directly slams the warning, and the hand resting under the table can't help but hold his prince. He knows He doesn't like too many outsiders at home, but Xue Wuyang and Si Kongyu are their friends. No matter who they look at, they can only temporarily take over the father and son.

"who are you?"

The little buns that ran in first came hostilely watching Sikong’s father and son, followed by the big steamed bun irons and Yan Shangqing’s frowns. Even if they were younger, they knew that people were on equal footing with their fathers. Guess the person.

"Big Brother, Rui Ge."

There are outsiders, Ling Jinghan and others just symbolically sighed and sat down next to it. Yan Shangqing, who stood with Ling Wen, took a resounding grasp of Ling Wen’s arm and watched it as if he was red.

"Father.

With worries and grievances in the whimper, Sikong immediately felt distressed, and walked over to hold his concern: "What is this? Is it painful? Hey, let Ling Shu give it a look, don't cry." ""

I thought that he was uncomfortable, and Sikong was so arrogant that Yan Shangyun held his head in his neck and shook his head. Ling Wen saw the clothes in the open air and could not see it in everyone. The dead corner quietly pointed to the father and son of the squad, and the squad of the squad was only half a day to reflect on what was going on, and suddenly there was a feeling of crying and laughing.

"Come, Shang Qing, this is the great emperor's brother, you have to scream, no, call the uncle."

Holding his son to the side of Sikong, Sikong smiled and gave them an introduction. The result of the blurring of the mouth was changed to become the uncle, although the child should indeed be called according to the rules, but he is not a woman, then again, Xiaowen they do not Also called Jing Han Second Uncle.

"Great...big uncle...."

Although he was afraid that the other party would take away his father, Yan Shangqing still screamed with a red eye. Sikong had never understood the child's mind, but nodded coldly: "The gift for you will be sent over two days." ”

The colder he is, the more he is afraid of Yan Shangqing. In the end, he is immersed in Sikong’s arms. His little hands clasped his waist tightly. He already knows the crux of the problem and sighs with a weak sigh. To the culprit, I am very rude to give him a glimpse, if not for his self-righteousness, as for so many troubles?