Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Under anchor!"

With the slamming of the boatman, the ten large ships that were connected end to end were anchored at the same time. The thick chains sank into the water. The sailors set up their pedals and first went to the shore to help stop the big ship. The soldiers who wore them were also well trained. Ready to carry the goods.

"Welcome to the Prince, Wang Hao!"

Under the leadership of Sun Liang and Ling Jinghan, Wenwu Baiguan was bowed, and Xuan Xiaoming, who had long been unable to wait, was excited to go forward, regardless of the emperor’s identity, to Yan Yufufu, who had already disembarked: "Nine Emperor, Emperor!"

In front of outsiders, he has always been called Emperor Ling Jingxuan, telling those who think they are tall and despising Ling Jingxuan in the most direct way. He is the most respected person of him, and whoever dares to offend him is offended. He is the lightest of the family.

"Long live the emperor is long live!"

After all, it’s outside, the courtesy is still there, and when they are ready to go down, Yan Xiaoming stretches and holds them: “Nine emperors, the emperor, are family members, don’t have to be polite.”

The three exchanged their eyes, and Yan Yufufu did not really go down, and the buns who followed them naturally didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

"Emperor brother, people think about you!"

The small squad held by Yan Ruirui in his arms reached out and flung to his body. Yan Xiao stood up and smiled and hugged him: "The emperor's brother also misses you, is South Xinjiang fun? Have you heard from the father?"

In addition to Xiaowen Xiaowu, Yan Xiaoming's favorite is this little brother, just like Song Shuiling's belly, they can't wait to open the treasury to let him move the good things in the treasury home.

"It’s not fun at all, I don’t want to let me go, but the emperor’s brother, I have a sister, and the little group is now a brother.”

When he talked about it in half, the little squad smiled again and his face shook his sister.

"Oh? Then congratulations to you, go to the royal grandmother, they can think of you."

Yan Xiaoming couldn't help but laugh, decisively let go and he patted his little ass. Regarding Yang Shu's things, the father had already written a letter to him personally. Since it was Ling Shu's bridge, he had no opinion. As long as the father is happy, just fine.

"Yes, milk, grandma, I am back!"

A small group of one turned back, immediately opened his arms and slammed toward the clouds. They ran away. Yun Taiyu and Ling Wang’s eyes caught him with tears. They kept muttering their grandsons and standing on them. Ling Chenglong in the back can't help but shed tears.

"Are you finally willing to come back? I thought you were going to the frontier directly, and I was worried about dying."

When Xiaoqi and Xiaotuan retired, Si Kongli also squeezed into the front and looked at Ling Jingxuan with his eyes full of resentment. God knows how worried they are when he learns that he actually injured twice. If Xiaohua stopped him, he would I took Shang Qing to South Xinjiang to find them. Fortunately, they came back. If they went directly to the frontier, he would force to leave everything to the frontier.

"Well, I am not safe to come back? You will spare me."

Ling Jingxuan is happy and has a headache. When he was mixed up, he was just like a child who was not long. Sometimes he did not take him.

"You are still very embarrassed to say that when I said that I would like to go to you to live and die, I heard that you have been injured twice, and almost lost your life."

Speaking of this, Sikong couldn't help but whimpered, and Yan Xiaohua next to him hugged him. He forbeared for a while and rushed to hug Ling Jingxuan: "Ling Shu."

A Ling Shu mixed with months of missing and worried, Ling Jingxuan, who has always loved him, held him distressedly, let him choke in his arms, and his eyes crossed him and nodded with Zhao Hanfu, Han Fei holding his son, eyes There are also some reds, saying that they don’t worry about being deceiving, but they don’t dare to worry about themselves. They are afraid that they think too much. In the past few months, the husband and wife even ran through several states and opened several batches for Ling’s brewing. Home branch.

"King John"

"Bad boy, didn't you see Laozi still standing here?"

Yuan Shaoqi is not going well here. He originally wanted to talk to his family about the old man. Who knows that the old man’s fist has waved to the back of his head, and he almost didn’t give him a nap. Yuan Shaoqi is stunned. The back of the brain is unhappy: "What old man are you doing? Please do you want to see the occasion?"

His head is not made of iron, will it hurt?

"I just saw you on the occasion, I got it, got it? Give me a referral to introduce my family."

The old country official has a strong eye and a huge momentum. Yuan Shaoqi’s sorrowful look at Ling Jinghan, who is close at hand, has not even said a word.

"Tuo's family owners have just come to the capital, you have to look at it."

The relationship between him and Yuan Shaoqi has not been officially announced. Although it is already an open secret, it is known that Lao Guogong does not want his grandson to do anything that makes him difficult to do. Ling Jinghan also cooperates with throwing him a soothing look. They are all back, and there are many opportunities for reciting the old. They are not in a hurry at this moment.

"Going old man."

The relatives and lover have said this. Yuan Shaoqi can still look like this. He can only go to the Tuojiao family who came down from another boat with his old country, because they are all family-migrating, only their home. It took up four ships, two of them were sitting, and two were full of things.

"Yan brother."

The little buns, which have always been used to being arrogant, rushed over and hugged Yan Xiaoming. For half a year, he wanted to die.

"How big is the person? Is it still a wayward person with a child?"

Looking back at his screaming of Yan Xiaoming, he was not seen for half a year. Xiaowu, who was a few years younger than him, was only half a head shorter than him. Time flies so fast. When they first met, he was obviously thin. Don't pull a few small ones.

"I am willing, no one can control it."

A little let go of him, Ling Wu glared at his face, completely matched with the long print of a model of Yan Ruirui with a tyrannical temperament, a detachment and a small Yan Rui Rui, who was so big to him and held the emperor The ministers with slight opinions are not quietly bowing their heads, no way, this is also the master they can not afford.

"You!"

Knowing that he deliberately said to some people, Yan Xiaoming poked his head in pampering and took him to Zeng Shaoqing Chu Yunhan: "Six Uncle, Father!"

“Is it good to be a small seven?”

Zeng Shaoqing, who held Yangshu Yangshuo in both hands, nodded like nothing, and Chu Yunhan’s eyes were filled with smiles. No matter how his identity changed, Xiaoqi was always his son.

"Fortunately, this is Xiaoshu Xiaoyan and Liuer?"

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled and focused on the three children. The red scorpion of Liu Er undoubtedly made him look at him more, but that was just that. Yang Shu, they saw this big scene for the first time. It is inevitable that there are some fears. Both of the brothers have shrunk to the back of Zeng Shaoqing. Liu Er is clutching Chu Yunhan’s neck and dare not turn to see Yan Xiaoming.

"Yeah, Liu Er, don't be afraid, he is the son of You, your emperor brother, hey, call the emperor brother, and the emperor brother will hurt you."

Chu Yunhan gently lured the little girl in her arms and looked at the warm smile on his face. The smile of Yan Xiaoming’s eyes was deeper. Ling Shuxin’s words were very, after the younger brother and sister, the father seemed to be more happy. Well, this is good, the father has sacrificed too much for him, he only hopes that he will be happy and happy in the next half of his life.

"Emperor, emperor brother!"

Although some timid and shy, in the lure of Chu Yunhan, Liu Er turned around and shouted, and the poplar willows hiding behind Zeng Shaoqing were also pulled out by him. : "Emperor brother."

"Hey, I have prepared a gift for you, and tomorrow I will send it to Jingyun Mountain Villa. After that, I will often go to the palace with my father to play."

Yan Xiaoming reached out and touched them. I don't know why. When I saw them, he seemed to see the little ones they used to. Although they met Xiaowen for the first time, they were not so shy.

"Thank you, emperor brother."

Even if there is still some cowering, Yang Shu still has the courage to break the hand of Zeng Shaoqing’s hand and thank him. The little face is covered with redness. Zeng Shaoqing Chu Yunhan smiles and has to say that the iron baby teaches them very much. it is good.

"My brothers don't have to thank."

Far away, Yuan Shaoqi led a group of people to come over. The first few people were similar to him. They realized their identity. Yan Xiaoming took the initiative to end the topic. Xiaowuzi Lingwu had to temporarily let him go.

"Wei Wang Tuo Wang Wang and the four sons see the emperor, my emperor is long lived!"

When he came to him, Tuowang Wang took four sons and went down. The capital was very big. He didn't dare to bring his daughter.

"Nanyang is waiting for you, everyone is flat!"

Yan Xiaoming, a Ming Huang robes, carried his hands behind him, and he was domineering, and Xie, who was respectful and respectful, only took a few sons to stand up. Without waiting for them to return, Yan Xiaoming said: "Nanyang After a hard work on the way, I prepared a palace feast in the palace, and several of them went back to the palace together with the donkey."

"Thank the emperor."

The monarch is invited, can you refuse? Although he stayed at the same time all the year round, this ritual is still understandable, but it is inevitable that Tuobahai will be accounted for, so that his grandmother and daughter-in-law will bring the family back to the emperor's Nanyang waiting room to settle down.

"Mother, oh, mother, we are back, sorry to worry you."

On the other hand, it was easy to appease the temper of Sikong, Ling Jingxuan Yan Ruirui came to the front of Yun Taihao and Ling Chenglong in tandem.

"Silly boy, say sorry, come back, just come back!"

Cloud Taihao said while wiping his tears, Wei Wei, who was waiting for him, leaned forward and supported her.

"It will be fine to see you come back safely."

Ling Wang is not much better. When he was holding a small group, his eyes were crying. Ling Chenglong looked at him with a gratification of Yan Yuruifu: "She loves to cry, don't mind, she is in her heart." Happy."

It is said that Ling Chenglong’s eyes are also red, and the children’s daughters are worried. Isn’t the father the same? "Oh, I know, hey, mother, mother, you can rest assured, we are fine."

Ling Jingxuan smiled slightly, and more or less with some nasal sounds. Perhaps from the beginning to the end, she did not bring him much help. Even before, she often pulled her hind legs, but one thing is undeniable. They love him. The heart is definitely no less than the parents of other people, and the mother is also, in order not to let his parents feel uncomfortable, she would rather live alone in the prince, the name is to help them hold the palace, is to leave the late The emperor is closer, in fact he knows everything, and everything she does is for them.

"Uncle Jiuhuang, the emperor, the palace has already prepared the palace feast, which is prepared by Xiao Jiu and Xiao Shi. Let's go back to the palace together."

During the speech, Yan Xiaoming walked over and Ling Jingxuan nodded. Yan Ruirui turned back and said: "Wing, you don't have to go to the palace. Can the Shangchu Shangshuren be there?"

"Chen is here."

Ling Chenggui, who has always been respectful in the courtiers, is not the same as Ling Jingxuan. Now he is a book of the family, he still dare not let go in front of the emperor. Even if he sees that Yan Yi is back, he does not dare to go on. Before, I can only hold on to my fists. For more than three years, after the pollution of the officialdom, he is not as shy and blushing as he used to be, but deep down, he is still Ling Chenggui, the silly white rabbit. .

"You check with Yan Yan about the money and silver that the king brought back this time."

Yan Yurui did not change his color to create a solitude opportunity for their young uncle and the shadow guards. The two excited, both of them: "Yes, Wang Ye!"

"Yan Yan Yan Shan, you are responsible for arranging the accompanying soldiers, Yan Si, you **** the niece, they return to the Jingyun Villa, Lingyun, you also go back together."

"Yes"

There is no more public than the prince, but his arrangement has undoubtedly made many people very cool.

"Mother, you go to Jingyun Mountain Villa, we haven't seen it for a long time, just gathered together."

After he had arranged, Ling Jingxuan stood up in front of Yun Taiyu, and soon passed the New Year. After the year they left again. He was reluctant to let the mother-in-law alone stay in the palace.

"Well, the mother-in-law listens to you, go to the palace, and go back soon."

Cloud too nodded with tears, compared to her son, she is no doubt more painful and daughter-in-law, no more suitable for his son than him.

"Well, let's go first."

Ling Jingxuan looked at his parents again and turned to Yan Xiaorui along with Yan Xiaorui. Yan Xiaohuafu and Zhao Hanfu also came over. They all went to the palace feast. The only one who did not talk to them was the helpless Fukui Wang. The line of sight finally left from Yan Xiaoqing’s body. God knows how hard he has been in these months. Xiaoqing’s stinky boy wants to run alone to Nanjiang. He almost didn’t toss him, now he can finally loose. The tone is gone.

"Get off!"

Zhao Gonggong shouted a high-pitched drink, and Wenwu Baiguan let a road open. Yan Xiaoming, sitting on the dragon's squat, talked and laughed with the little buns and small dumplings. A group of people moved in the direction of the imperial city. For a few months, the family of the prince returned with victory and glory.