"Dada, take us to play!"

Leng Zitong saw the familiar figure, rushed to the past, hugged Ning Shun's thigh.

"This..."

Ning Shun was in a bit of a dilemma. After all, he called Leng Zitong to teach her how to read. If he takes her to play like this, I'm afraid

He looked at his master with his spare light.

But all over his head, he saw Leng junao and Zhao Wanxi talking to each other. He had no time to take care of these two children. He sighed a long time.

Hang down the son, see Leng Zitong that full of expectations of pink face, Leng Yulin still holding her hand standing behind.

Ning Shun had a smile on his face.

He bent down, picked Leng Zitong up and said gently, "OK, Dad, take you out to play."

Then he took his two children out to play.

At this moment, only Zhao Wanxi, Leng junao and Joan are left in the room.

"How can the emperor be willing to come here today?"

Zhao Wanxi was held in his arms. No matter how hard she could not get away, she had to ask coldly.

She didn't feel at all that she was now like a jealous wife questioning her husband.

Listening to the meaning that something is not right in this sentence, Leng Jun Ao smiles. It seems that there is a wave of spring water in his eyebrows and eyes. The meaning is unclear and he says: "I miss Xi'er, so I'm here."

While speaking, the big palm still kept rubbing around her waist, feeling the tenderness.

This waist is not the waist of a mother of three. It's really thin.

As soon as Zhao Wanxi's face sank, she slapped him in the hand and said, "who allows you to touch."

She jumped out of the chair and looked at him.

Leng Jun Ao's face was smiling, but she couldn't say what she wanted to question. After several minutes of thinking, she still wanted to know, "emperor, I dare to ask you a question."

"Why are there more people around me recently? If you don't tell the dark one, there will be more and better ones. You have to give me a reason. "

Without any reason, more people came to protect her. Instead of feeling safe, Zhao Wanxi felt a little panic.

What kind of power can make Leng junao nervous?

Her clear eyes reflected his shadow. Her eyes were firm. Today, she had to ask a question.

Leng Jun Ao sighed a long time. He understood Zhao Wanxi's character and knew that he could not escape today.

"Xi'er really wants to know?"

He asked faintly, after getting Zhao Wanxi's affirmation, "then I'll tell you."

Zhao Wanxi held her breath and wanted to see what kind of reason he would give her.

"It has something to do with your previous assassination." Sure enough, it does. Zhao Wanxi thought.

Leng junao raised his hand to hold her hand, noticed the faint tension on her face, and wanted to ease her tension, "you don't have to be too nervous. You have already said with Xi'er that you are my old enemy."

"Once he and I were enemies. Now I'm dissatisfied with my scenery. If he can't help me, he'll make up his mind to you."

When Leng junao said this, he felt nervous and clenched her little hand more tightly. "Naturally, I will send more people to protect you, in case What happened to you? "

After that, the man hugged her tightly. Zhao Wanxi could feel his inner tension and uneasiness. He cared about her very much!