The Ice Lord Prime Minister’s Black-Bellied Wife

"Uncle Shiraishi doesn't want me to leave Baifu?"

"Since you have survived on behalf of Miss Er, then you are Miss Er. Moreover, the old general's laughter has indeed been much more than in the past few months. This is all thanks to Miss Er." Miss Er has no love for the major general. This may be a good thing for Baifu.

"That old man ..."

"Miss Er was just a slave today and asked nothing. Miss Er said nothing."

"Uncle Shiraishi believes me like that?" After all, this kind of thing is too incredible. If she hadn't experienced it herself, she might not believe it.

"Although it is incredible, it is not necessarily impossible. As the world is so big, everything is possible."

"Everything is possible. Uncle Shiraishi, rest assured, I will cherish this body and live for her. Her loved ones are my loved ones." Bai Xi said firmly that she would be the old man early in the morning. Dad and brother are her loved ones.

"Well, just remember what you said."

"But I have a question I want to ask Uncle Shiraishi." Uncle Shiraishi has been with the old man for many years, so I should know something.

"Miss Er, please."

"About my mother, it should be said that this mother, what does Uncle Shiraishi know?"

Shiraishi froze, and he did not expect that she would ask this question.

"Uncle Shiraishi doesn't want to say? Or don't you know?" In fact, she already knew from his slightly surprised eyes that he knew, but didn't want to say.

"In this case, Miss Er still asks the old general better."

"The uncle Shiraishi is willing to tell me, does the old man plant small butterfly flowers, do you want to miss someone through it?" She was sure that she did not think wrong, and the old man showed that she was missing another person. And that person definitely has something to do with her, maybe it's her mother.

Shiraishi nodded after thinking about the meeting, "Yes."

"That man is my mother? Isn't it?" Bai Xi continued asking.

Bai Shi fiercely looked up at Bai Xi.

"I already know the answer, thank you, Uncle Shiraishi." It seems that she is right. The old man really missed her mother through the little butterfly, plus the last time she heard, she estimated that she had guessed that she was here. White House's identity.

"I wo n’t let the small **** flower die. Uncle Shiraishi, you can rest assured. If the old man comes back for a while, Uncle Shiraishi will not have to send someone to notify me. After I let the little **** bloom and rise, I Come to him again. "At that time, she will let the old man say everything she knows, and she has the right to know these, doesn't she?

"it is good."

Bai Xi didn't stay, just got up and left Moxuan Garden. She didn't expect a habit to be seen that she wasn't really Bai Xi, but this uncle Shira was also careful enough that his brother never noticed, but he noticed.

However, if she did not admit it, she believed that he could not find out anything. After all, this identity was indeed Miss Baifu Er; but she did not regret telling the truth, because she also got the answer she wanted. She did not lose money by calculation, one secret for another.

"Xi'er" Bai Xi heard a warm and drooling voice coming forward.

"Brother." She knew it was her brother. Except for her brother, there would not be a second person called her like this. But how could that so-called cousin with his elder brother? Somehow, she didn't like this Murong Qingchen very much.

"Going to find grandpa?"

"Well, unfortunately the old man is not here." Bai Xi nodded obediently, thinking of her brother's life happiness ruined in her hands, her heart was a little sad, but how could she say such a request to Feng Ming? I can't figure it out.

"Grandpa has gone to Yao House and will be back later."

"No, wait to see him in a few days."

"Alright."

"Brother, where are you going?" Looking at the direction, the brother seems to be leaving the house. Why would Murong Qingchen accompany him? Brother is familiar with him?

"Why the cousin Xi asked so clearly about men." Murong Qingchen said lightly.

"I didn't ask you again."

"Qinglou, cousin and your elder brother are going to the blue building, is it necessary for cousin Xi to follow?" Murong Qingchen joked with a joke.

Instead of talking about Murong Qingchen, Bai Xi turned his head to Bai Yujie. "Brother, did you go to the blue house because you were in a bad mood?" Everyone said that the blue house is a place where men go to relieve their depression. Does my brother also have this? Need?

"No, my brother just went there to do business." Bai Yujie explained, his eyes were still spoiled as before.

"Brother, I know that you are not in a good mood, because you don't like Yao Yaoya. If you don't like it, then get rid of this marriage." If my brother liked Yao Yaoya, then the old man introduced it to his brother. When I was a girl, my brother would not look upset.

"Cousin Xi, this is Feng Xiang's request, and the emperor will not retreat if you say you retreat. But if you really don't want your brother to marry that Miss Yao family, you can let Feng Xiang come forward, then the marriage can be retired The chance is great. "Murong Qingchen said lightly.

"That's not necessarily." Bai Xi rolled his eyes at this Murong Qingchen, then looked at Bai Yujie, "Brother, the emperor owes me a condition, I can ..."

"Xi'er, don't need it. My brother volunteered to marry Miss Yao's family." Bai Yujie didn't let Bai Xi continue to talk, but he was also voluntary. Perhaps Dad was right, because only then can he be truly protected she was.

As long as it was for her, he would be willing to take his life.

"Really?"

"Well, really."

"Well, as long as you like your brother." I hope that in the future, my brother and that Miss Yao family can be happy.

Bai Yujie raised his hand and touched Bai Xi's head, drowned, his eyes full of resentment and love, letting the Buddha this is the last time he touched her head like this.

Murong Qingchen stood aside with an indifferent mentality, and those clear eyes looked at this scene lightly. He didn't understand. Why would he give up if he liked it?

"Yes, brother, the old man birthday party, wasn't you injured when you fought with Feng Ming?" Suddenly Bai Xi remembered that when his brother and Feng Ming fought the other day, his face didn't seem quite right.

Bai Yujie was startled, but his face was still moist and there was no abnormal color. "Relax, my brother is not injured."

"Let me see." Bai Xi did not believe Bai Yujie's words, and reached out to take the pulse of the latter, but the latter refused.

"It's not too late, my brother got the house." Then, Bai Yujie left quickly and threw a chic back to Bai Xi.