Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"哟!珏, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Xue Wuyang had no serious hand to greet him, and the phoenix of the hook was swept away, and finally fell on Lingyun's body: "Xiaoyun, help us to add two chairs and two pairs of tableware, and rush from Yuncheng in the morning." Come here, I haven't eaten yet, and I am starving to death."

I didn't mean to be a foreigner at all. Xue Wuyang is still like three years ago. Whatever she wants to do, she has not let them feel alienated for more than three years.

"Yes"

Lingyun squatted back. After a while, he brought two little gimmicks to move what he wanted. The uninvited Siefufu automatically sat down automatically, not forgetting to greet other people to sit together. The dumplings ran back with a milk cup. After placing the milk cup on the table, he turned back and climbed up to his family's legs. He sat in his arms and looked at Xue Wuyang next to him.

"Uncle, who are you? You look so beautiful, just as beautiful as Chu."

The beauty of the heart, everyone has it, don't look at the small group of young people, his definition of beauty is very strict, so far, the people he praised are also Chu Yunhan, and most of them are spoiled. Quite a lot, this is the first time he has praised a person so positively and officially, to see how much someone has offended.

"This is the meat dumpling that was like a fight when it was turned over?"

Xue Wuyang, who just picked up the chopsticks and prepared to attack the food, had to put down the chopsticks and raised his eyebrows and asked him to ask Ling Jingxuan. The blushing **** lips raised a bright smile. He still remembers that he turned over and was his own. The flesh and blood give a funny look that can't be caught.

"alright!"

After he said that Ling Jingxuan decisively thought of the picture, he smiled and said: "Meat dumplings, he is the queen of the Western Kingdom, a good friend, you must call Xue Shushu, next to him is his husband, the emperor of the Western Kingdom You are called Uncle Sikong."

In terms of seniority, he should actually call their brothers together with Sikong, but with Ling Jingxuan’s understanding of Xue Wuyang, he would dare to teach his children to call their brothers, and Xue Wuyang would force him to dismantle the nightingale city for him. The life of life is safe, and the kind of thing is still aside.

"Uncle Si Kong, Uncle Xue, hello, my name is a small group, not a meat dumpling!" The small group called out, and did not forget to correct their wrong name.

"Oh... It’s really a painful baby. It’s more lovely than our family. It’s a meat dumpling, and it’s good for Xue Shushu to be a son?”

The small dumplings were very cute and the words were very cute. Xue Yanyang had to touch his face. The slender fingers of the white scorpion were stuck on the top and could not be retracted. The small squad swung open him. The hand, wrinkled with a small eyebrow, said in a serious way: "The family is called a small group, not a meat dumpling, it is a meat dumpling."

During the conversation, the corner of the eye swept the red-headed lion's head on the table. The small scorpion decisively picked up one and shook it in front of their eyes, and then...

"Oh... good times... the meatballs are good..."

Short and fat wrists followed by a turn, the meat dumplings were decisively sent into their mouths, the small dumplings with meat dumplings looked at the happy praise, as if they had forgotten the entanglement of the name, Ling Jingxuan and others suddenly The support of the black line of the face lamented, this is a shame to be thrown abroad, and the first time I saw this picture, Sikong Yu Xueyang was a pair of mouths, and the sympathy of sight could not help but look at Yan Qiruifu, raising With such a unique son, are they not easy?

However, the uniqueness is unique. There is a little Xue Yang. But they have to admit that he is really cute. Although the series of actions just made a lot of jealousy, it can be taken for granted by him.

"Master!"

The little buns were inserted into them in a timely manner. Xue Wuyang looked up at him and deliberately ignored his existence. Yang Sheng and Ling Jingxuan were close to each other: "Jing Xuan, you see that we are all so familiar, or let the meat dumplings be my son?" Let him give him a king to play?"

When the little apprentice grows up, he is not so cute when he was a child. It is not fun to tease. If he is replaced by a meat dumpling, he will not be bored anymore, and it will be particularly interesting.

"Do you think my family's small group lacks the title of the king of the county?"

A meaningful look swept him, Ling Jingxuan raised his eyebrows and sipped a glass of wine, this condition is too unattractive. "Would you like to be a prince? After that, he will be enthroned, and directly give him a prince?"

Well, in order to dry his son, Xue Wuyang is really fighting for his life. The next Si Yijun did not think about stopping him. As always, he was allowed to make troubles. Chu Yunhan and others couldn’t help but grin, no. Waiting for Ling Jingxuan to open, Sikong smashed the first step: "I also want to see you, Huangpu, what is the difference between the king and the prince? Do you know how much this meatball hurts? If he speaks, now he can seal him. If you are a prince, why do you need to wait until later?"

Yang Ge is not stupid, Sikong looked at him with serious doubt.

"I don't care, anyway, this dry son, I have to fix it. Hey, after returning, I will announce the announcement to the West and abroad. The youngest son of the Prince is our son. In the future, it will be the king of the West."

This is not the case, nor does it work. Xue Wuyang simply swears with them. The meat dumplings are so fun, he wants him to be his dry son!

"as long as you are happy."

No accident, Sikong is as indulgent as ever. In fact, he is also very hard. If he does not agree, I am afraid that it will not take long for him to find a wife in the world.

"Or you are the best for me."

Xue Wuyang was happy, disregarding everyone's attention, and leaned over to his face and kissed him. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly and said directly to the small group: "Small dumplings, later called the father and father."

This is also good, at least in the future, the small group of their family, in addition to the Qingguo, can also go sideways in the West.

"Oh, after the father of the father."

Xiao Tuan didn’t quite understand why, but just listened to his family’s words, Xue Wuyang suddenly smiled, looked up and down, and finally pulled the hand of Sikong’s hand and took off his left thumb. Yuzhang fingered him to him: "Hey son, this is holding, after coming to the West, as long as you take out this thing, absolutely no one dares to bully you."

There is another son, still a little cute goods, Xue Wuyang laughed not to mention how brilliant.

"Thank you, Father."

"puff……"

"Ha ha..."

It’s a bit confusing who is the little squad who decisively adjusted their identity. All the people who are eating have a touch. Suddenly, the thunderous hall burst into laughter in the big hall. Sikong's gorgeous black face, Xue Wuyang wants to laugh together, but also considers his own man, has to bear with it, only the small group that provokes things to be alone, look at them, can't guess they are laughing After that, it’s not tangled, just put the precious jade fingers into your little bag. If you let Sikong Yu Xueyang know that his little bag is full of firecrackers, the jade finger that symbolizes their status. Was summed up by a certain group to a level of firecrackers, and the two are expected to be so angry that they will vomit blood?

"Cough cough... stupid, after he is the father, that is your father."

Seeing his master's sneer, he was hurting quickly, and the little buns coughed two good-hearted corrections. He could already imagine that Master and Uncle Uncle would be reinvented by Reidrigio in the future, and they would look back at the return.

"Oh, then thank you father, hey, why should I call their father after the father?"

After knowing the small group, I thought of this problem decisively. Ling Jingxuan, who just stopped laughing, couldn’t help but burst into his mouth and laughed at Yan Ruirui’s body. He always had only black people, and no one dared to black his Xueyangyang mouth. Pumping, can't help but wonder if the decision to accept him as a son is correct, the meat dumplings are fun to play, it seems that it is not a little bit of pit.

"When you say the emperor, how did you come? Didn't you find the northern barbarians of the city?"

It is inevitable that the small group will make more horrible things. Sikong will open the topic in a timely manner. When he is older than the New Year, he does not want to laugh at the stomach cramps and can't eat anything. Moreover, he is really very happy to see his loved ones again. They have disappeared for almost four years.

"Come on."

Sikong is still uncomfortable, and the answer is simple enough to make people feel painful. Sikong is unable to turn his eyes: "Crap, of course I know that you are coming over, how is the problem coming over?"

Isn't it just mistaking him into the following one? Is he here? The small group is not intentional, though, it seems, it seems that it is particularly depressed because it is not intentional?

"The arrogant force of the North Barbarian also wants to find us? Hey, you too don't believe in our ability."

A glance at the dark blue eyes still has the resentful Sikong, Xue Wuyang took over the topic with confidence.

"The two emperors can promise to let you alone?"

Knowing that they could not tell him in detail, Si Kongting frowned and tentatively asked, the second emperor of his family was not angry when he was a model of the royal prince. Once angry, it was an unreasonable fire-breathing monster. I didn’t even take him after the father’s mother.

"What about not agreeing? He still dares to control me? But hey, you have to be careful, you know that you are running to the side, and threatened to kick you back."

In the end, Xue Wuyang’s face was gloating, and he liked to look at his hair. Of course, he must not worry about him.

"amount……"

Sikong’s head was black, and he almost didn’t reflect his own buttocks. The second emperor’s brother had always said what he said. If he said this, then it’s really possible... No, he will come later, he I have to hide a little bit, otherwise it is really possible to be thrown back to Beijing by his awkward slap, and he should not go back in such a shameful way.

"Father, are you okay? The face is so ugly."

Yan Shangqing, standing next to him, saw and worried and asked, is the second emperor so terrible? Didn't I hear that they all hurt their father?

"Also, fortunately, I remembered some past events that I didn't want to look back."

I really don’t want to look back. I remember that once he ran out of the palace with his father and mother, the first one to find his second emperor’s gimmick gave him a punch, then he ignored his face and was as big as a chicken. He slammed him back, although later the father and the emperor had taught him, but that thing is still a shadow that cannot be erased in his mind, and he is not willing to go through the second time.

Until he was so singularly Xue Xueyang both laughed, Ling Jingxuan and others were slightly raising their eyebrows. From their dialogue and Si Kongyuan’s reaction, it was enough to let them know the style of the Western Kingdom’s Prince, how to say, don’t blame They are not kind. To be honest, they seem to be looking forward to the picture of their brothers reuniting. The scene must be very exciting.