"Uncle Ling, uncle Ling"

after nearly a month's treatment, the wrinkled skin on Yan Shangqing's face has fallen off. Although his body is not good, his pretty little face looks like a normal person. It's just because the new skin is relatively delicate and thin, and the blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible, which looks a little red. Today, he rarely wears Ling Jing Xuan especially let Baiyun Pavilion send the sky blue down jacket, the whole person looks more lively and bright.

"Oh, our little warrior is so handsome today. Come and let uncle Ling have a good look."

Ling Jingxuan opens his arms happily. Yan Shangqing rushes into his arms with a red face. Such a big move will inevitably lead to his itchy skin all the time. However, at a young age, he does not show any pain. He likes uncle Ling and likes to hold him in his arms.

"Ha ha What should I do? Qing'er looks more and more lovely. Uncle Ling wants you to be my son, or Qing'er is also my dry son? "

It's not a matter of seniority or anything. If he wants to take over his son, who dares to stop him?

"Qing'er also likes uncle Ling very much and wants to be his son."

The little guy blushed and nodded happily. Then Sikong Jue, who followed him, bent his finger and knocked on his head: "what? With Uncle Ling, even father and concubine do not want? My father and wife really hurt you

Deliberately pretending to be plaintive frightened the little guy. The little guy struggled to slide down, but climbed up to the superior's empty Jue's legs. He sat on his legs with red eyes and choked: "Qing'er didn't want his father's concubine. His father's wife didn't want to be sad. You're sad, qinger is also sad."

From childhood, he knew that his father and concubine were not his own father. However, in his mind, his father and wife were more important than his father. He was the son of his father's wife all his life.

"Look at you, why are you crying? My father and concubine are joking with you. How can I be angry with qinger? OK, don't cry. If you want to be the dry son of Uncle Ling, my father and concubine may be very happy. "

Seeing this, Sikong Jue was determined to be distressed, and he was busy holding him. He was afraid that the golden beans in his eyes would really drip down. Could he not be distressed to death?

"Well, thank you, father and concubine, but Qing Er still doesn't want to be uncle Ling's son. I just want Father and father's concubine."

Nodding with tears, Yan Shangqing's little heart still has a little more scruples after all. Maybe he is still young and doesn't know what the scruples are, but it is beyond doubt that he really likes his father's wife.

"Qinger."

Seeing that the child is so sensible and considerate, Sikong Jue can't help feeling a little excited. Ling Jingxuan beside him shakes his head helplessly. Xue Wuyang, who has watched the drama for a long time, suddenly says, "if you don't want to be a dry son, you should be a Banzi. What about the three boys in his family? Qinger can't help but choose one to marry in the past

This speech, including Ling Jingxuan, several people are all stunned. Ling Wen, who is holding his younger brothers out of it, suddenly makes a big face. However, it seems that people have not said that they want to marry Yan Shangqing to him, right?

"This is good, Shang Qing. If you are the daughter-in-law of your brother, he will certainly treat you well if he loves you so much."

Without realizing what kind of steamed bun broke Ling Wen's hand, rushed up and looked at Yan Shangqing excitedly. In his eyes, he seemed to have taken him as his sister-in-law.

"Xiaowu."

Let the younger brother be so naked, big Bun's face is almost bleeding. Xiao Shangqing is no better. His eyes are afraid to look at his favorite brother Wen. Thinking of what they said, the little heart beats inexplicably. Ling Jingxuan looks back and forth at several children, with a clear smile mark on the corner of his lips. Now, his two sons are looking for him Good home, but, Yan son and Qing son he are very satisfied with it.

"Aunt Jiuhuang."

I don't know when Yan Xiaohua came again, which just relieved the embarrassment of big steamed bun. Xue Wuyang's attention was transferred to him, and Yinghong's attractive thin lips gently hooked: "Prince Hua is looking for abuse again today? I'm worried about boredom. " Yan Xiaohua tried to order himself not to pay attention to the evil spirit. He looked up at his daughter-in-law and his son. He went to Ling Jingxuan respectfully and said, "aunt Jiuhuang, two younger brothers' birthdays, can you also let Xiaohua participate in it?"

This is the main purpose of his son's coming here today. They are going to go for three days. Who knows if the evil spirit will take the opportunity to abduct his daughter-in-law? He has to go to jail with him, or his daughter-in-law is gone. Who is he going to cry for? "Ha ha Well, it's more lively with more people, but you're the only one. "

Although Ling Jingxuan is smiling, as long as people who know him know him, his tone contains a warning. No matter what happened to the concubines' rooms in his mansion, the ancients used to take their wives and concubines in groups when they went out. He didn't want him to take some concubines to block them.

"Of course, thank you very much."

Yan Xiaohua is not stupid. Naturally, he understands the meaning of his words. Strictly speaking, he is outstanding among the Royal descendants. He has good martial arts, good knowledge and good political achievements. Unfortunately, he meets Xue Wuyang and Ling Jingxuan helps attack intentionally or unintentionally. Naturally, he is still young and can not be their opponent.

"Father."Yan Shangqing gave a sweet cry to Yan Xiaohua. Regardless of Sikong Jue's face, Yan Xiaohua went up to sit beside him and held his son: "Qing'er is so handsome today. My father almost can't help coming out."

That is to say, Yan Xiaohua's eyes often look at sikongjue, who is also wearing a Tang style sky blue down jacket. His skin is as white and delicate as a ceramic doll, and is crystal clear against the sky blue. It seems that he can pinch the water with a touch, which makes him hate to pick his eyes and stick to him.

Being watched by him so blatantly and without covering, Sikong Jue's face turned red, but she was still arrogant and didn't pay attention to him. Seeing here, Ling Jingxuan and Xue Wuyang both gave him a look of contempt. As for it? Even if Yan Xiaohua is so hard on him, he can't insist on it any more? Thanks to him, he is still the arrogant and famous Princess of Huajun. It's really unprincipled. The most important thing is that they can't play well.

"Princess, everything has been arranged."

Today, Yan Shengrui didn't take Yan Yi out of the house. All three of them stayed to escort them. His so-called arrangement, of course, was about security. Because the thunder team was still in training, Ling Jingxuan didn't plan to take them out this time. The safety work was naturally handed over to Yan Yi.

"Well, today you are responsible for the road, Yan Shan and Yan Si are responsible for the end, and the rest will be left to old wolf and them."

He didn't plan to hide the existence of the old wolves. He wanted to take them from the streets to the streets and out of the city gate. Later, the children went out. He also planned to let big black and small black follow him at any time. He wanted to see who had no eyes to move them.

"Yes"

Yan Yi was ordered to retreat. Ling Jingxuan led the children to stand up and said, "have a meal, we should almost go out."

"Well."

The steamed buns were so excited that they ran to the side hall one by one. Xue Wuyang, who was following him, suddenly said, "have you asked people to take food?"

I can't help it. The white rice of Ling Jingxuan's family is so delicious that he has never been absent from a meal since the first time he ate it last time. On weekdays, he has asked him more than once that his rice has never been bought. However, someone just refuses to tell him, which makes him think about it from time to time. When he leaves, he must pull a few big cars back to eat his rice He couldn't eat the rest.

"Are you afraid you won't have a meal?"

He did not angry horizontal one eye, Ling Jingxuan speechless rolled his eyes, did not see the white rice so persistent, although his family's white rice is better than the ordinary rice cooked rice.

"Is that right? In order to have a full meal, we don't even want to have a face. "

When did you have a face? Ling Jingxuan was speechless and didn't bother to pay any more attention to him. After eating the gruel and vegetables, the party was ready to set out. Five gorgeous carriages were already waiting at the gate of the palace. Because they were travelling in a fair and aboveboard manner, Yan Shengrui specially sent an army of about 200 people to escort them. Under the gaze of the people, Ling Jingxuan climbed up the first carriage with a small regiment in his arms With the help of Yan Yi, the little buns got into the cave with Yan Yi's help. It's impossible for them to walk well. Naturally, they took the carriage with them. As for the three wolf father and son, of course, they acted as protectors. The huge body size of those walking beside the carriage, let alone ordinary people, could not help shaking their legs and forgetting themselves What are you doing here.

"Go After all the people got on the bus, Zhu Guanshi and others knelt down to see them off. Under the guidance of a hundred soldiers, the mighty team set off.

"Oh, what a big dog.

"What dog? That's clearly the wolf. Stay away from me. Be careful of being hurt by mistake? "

"Ah, ah..."

"Is that the carriage of Shengqin palace? Those wolves belong to Prince Sheng? What a terrible thing

"Damn it, it's frightening to death?"

When the procession reached the street, there were shrieks and comments from different levels outside. Ling Jingxuan, sitting in the carriage, gently hooked his lips to achieve this effect. Those who are not afraid of death just come. He has patience and slowly greets them.

"Dad?" Compared with his calm, a few small steamed buns are not happy, wolf father, where are they terrible? They are their relatives.

"Don't worry about them. Remember that it's better to make them afraid of us than to let others respect us."

Just a few words, the discomfort of the steamed buns subsided in an instant.

"Well"

"well, there is still a long distance outside the city. Take a rest first. Your brother Yan and your second uncle are waiting for us outside the city. Uncle Han has something to do and will come tomorrow."

didn't want to make complaints about children. Ling Jingxuan smiled and looked at them. He could hardly open his eyes on his lap. But he slept in a few blinking eyes. Ling Jingxuan could only shake his head.

When the team of Shengqin palace crossed the streets and alleys, there were different people sitting in the teahouses along the street, young and old. Without exception, they all came to Princess Shengqin."After they get out of the city, they will create a little chaos. It would be better if we could kill the princess of Shengqin. His existence hinders us."

Close to the east gate of the tea house on the third floor of the box, a black masked man's eyes gloomy at the team below.

"Yes"

a few people suddenly flew out of the dark place. They quickly opened the door and left. The masked man looked at the carriage below in a sinister way. Hum, Princess Shengqin? Without Prince Sheng to follow, it's as easy to crush you as to crush an ant.