Those few punches hurt everyone who looked down.
Because of the presence of Xue Qinglian's firearm, Xue Honglian and Feng Qingbai's two old enemies unexpectedly reached an out-of-court settlement.
"When I solve the second one, I will call you again." The expressionless man lying on the roof said.
"Do you have to accompany me if you want to beat me? No." Feng Qingbai raised his eyes lightly, preparing to land.
"You told Xue Qinglian yesterday to wait for him."
"You are different, you are insane."
Xue Honglian has the urge to wake up Xue Qinglian, and Xue Qinglian can rascal.
Old lady Liu watched Feng Qingbai jump down, "It's over? It's okay? Can Gulian move?"
Feng Qingbai smiled, "I can still breathe."
"That's fine." Old lady Liu nodded, and greeted the two daughters-in-law of Chen Xiulan and Du Juan, "It was a mess all morning, and I forgot to eat. Let's cook first."
It’s the biggest meal in the world, and a group of people watching the excitement spread out, each waiting to eat.
If the people on the roof can still breathe, there is nothing to worry about.
Anyway, you can't die.
There are people fighting in the compound for three days and two days. As a member of the compound, big guys have long been used to it, and habit is natural.
Lying on the roof and unable to move, fortunately she could twist her neck. Xue Qinglian tilted her head to look at the crowd from top to bottom, her gaze fell on Feng Qingbai's back, gritted her teeth.
When it landed on the red bean again, his eyes shone again.
To make Feng Qingbai react so much, the truth of the matter must be no different from his guess, and it must be related to red beans. Moreover, Feng Qingbai's questions just now indirectly confirmed his speculation.
Xue Qinglian sneered, thinking that just beating him would make him stop
If Xue Qinglian sent him so well, he wouldn't stay in the Liu Family's compound now. He was beaten away by Feng Qingbai eight hundred years ago.
In the days that followed, Xue Qinglian began to make a lot of tricks in order to get the drug introduction from red beans.
The people in the Liu Family Courtyard have also seen with their own eyes what it means to die by tricks.
The compound jumps every day.
Time passed quietly, and the New Year was approaching unknowingly. Liu Zhixia and Fu Yuzheng rushed back to Xinghua Village with edamame before the New Year, and brought a tear-jerking complaint letter from the little emperor.
The content describes in detail how desolate, lonely and lonely a person was left in the palace for the most reunion festival.
I sincerely hope that I will have the opportunity to visit the Liu Family Courtyard in the future.
Feng Qingbai sneered at this, and immediately replied in a few words, giving an idea for the loneliness of the little emperor.
-Draft next year, fill the harem, and work hard for the children. You will be so busy that you have no time to be lonely and lonely.
When sending the secret letter, Wei Lan quietly opened it and took a look, and reported 120,000 sympathy to the little emperor who was far away in the capital.
During the New Year's Day, Xinghua Village and Xiapo Village are as lively as ever.
The Liu Family Courtyard is even more lively.
The gifts from every family and residence are piled up like a mountain.
The capital, the palace, looked very lively.
At least on the surface.
The whole palace was decorated with joy, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. In order to increase the flavor of the New Year, Feng Mohan even hand-written couplets and pasted them at the entrance of the Imperial Study Room.
But that kind of New Year's taste, but can't enter my heart.
After having an interesting family dinner with the harem concubines, Feng Mohan found an excuse to dismiss the concubine and returned to the imperial study room alone.
Standing in front of the window, watching the hazy moon on the sky.
The moonlight is faint and cool, just like his state of mind.
The emperor's uncle and aunt have already settled in Xinghua Village.
The empress dowager who could have a meal with him in previous years is also "lost".
Uncle Zhixia's family will return to Xinghua Village every Chinese New Year.
There is really no one around him.
Is the new year lively and festive
He didn't feel it at all.
What's so lively and festive.
A lonely family.
The more lively atmosphere, the more lonely.
"The emperor, this year's holiday, or... don't work?" The small board stood behind, looking at the young man's thin back, and persuaded softly.
The boy was silent, and said after a while, "Xiaobanzi, how old were you in the palace?"
"Back to the emperor, the minion entered the palace at the age of six."
"How many years has it been?"
"Twelve years."
"miss home?"
The small board was stunned, and hurriedly said after reacting, "The slave was young when he entered the palace, and now he can't remember the appearance of his home, and he can't remember."
The boy didn't speak any more, and stood at the window with his hands on his back for a long time.
During the small board period, he followed his sight quietly to the sky.
I only saw a bright moon, and there were few stars around, which was far from the beauty of the starry sky in the summer night.
It's really nothing good.
The emperor, are you thinking about the prince and princess
"If I have an heir now, can you tell me if I can pass the position to him immediately, and like the emperor, I don't care about common affairs and go wherever I want?"
The emperor is seeing through Hong Chen and want to escape
The small board shivered, "The emperor, then you have to have an heir before you can and can assume this way."
Feng Mohan looked sideways, raised the tail of his eyes, faintly staring at the small board, "Is I being too kind to you, making you brave enough to talk to me like this?"
Xiaobanzi knelt down and begged for mercy, muttering courageously in his heart.
He was right.
Even if the emperor really wants to meditate, he must first have a son, right
What's more, he didn't say that even if the emperor really has a son, and he really wants to meditate immediately, it still depends on the prince's disagreement.
The prince disagreed, no matter how much planning and preparation were, it would be useless.
The mountain that the emperor could not cross was not without heirs, but because he did not dare to disobey the Nanling King.
To put it bluntly, the emperor is the real counselor.
cough.
Fortunately, Feng Mohan didn't have mind-reading skills, and didn't see through the whispers in the small board, otherwise the small board would really have to hit the board.
Heir... Shanlai's abdomen was as big as a basket suddenly flashed in his mind.
Feng Mohan smiled coldly. If that child is really his seed, then he also has heirs.
It's a pity that Shanlai's identity and deeds are destined that that child will never be included in the Nanling imperial family.
Therefore, he never asked about everything after Shan Lai escaped.
He never mentioned that child.
To him, they have no weight.
He is the Emperor of Nanling, and everything needs to put the country first.
Turning around, and walking to the book case, Feng Mohan picked up his pen and wrote a random word on the rice paper in front of him.
Putting down Zilanghao, he faintly commanded, "Put your car and go back to the Palace of Qiande."
"Yes." The small board climbed up from the ground, followed the emperor to leave, quietly glanced at the rice paper.
The above is really a two word.
The pen is sharp and penetrating through the back of the paper.
There was a flash of inspiration in my mind for some reason.
The emperor actually had heirs. The female doctor Shan Lai escaped from Nanling pregnant with her pregnancy. When she ran, her belly was already seven or eight months old.
Calculating according to the days, the child should be exactly two years old now.
I don't know what that child will look like now.