Liu Yusheng sympathized with Duan Ting very much.
Having been at ease under the eyelids of Bei Canghuang for so many years, being born on the rock of Fengqingbai frequently hit the reef, which is probably very uncomfortable.
But she can only sympathize. Her men like to play this set, and she can't help it.
I comforted myself and made myself feel at ease. Soon Liu Yusheng put his hands down and waited for the luggage on the carriage to move in and put them away. After arranging the guest room, he took the three children to clean up.
The thief is quick when walking.
This kind of stubbornness in the hall has nothing to do with her.
"Mother, Uncle Duan is so pitiful."
"When Daddy speaks, Uncle Duan's face looks like his little aunt's rouge, red and red."
"There is also purple, like poisoning. The little rabbit raised by Uncle Qinglian has a purple mouth!"
The first and third children drifted away, and the baby's immature voice still faintly floated in.
Duan Ting's complexion was crimson-red, and he stared at the wind and green cypress blankly.
However, the person on the other side was not affected by the eye-knife at all, holding a cup of tea, leisurely and contented.
"After freshening up, see you in the lobby half an hour before you." Duan Ting turned his wheelchair and walked out, not wanting to stay here anymore.
"Go slow, don't send it."
The wheelchair paused, and the man turned his head back, exasperated, "This is my house!" He was so angry that he couldn't take care of the royal etiquette and wording.
Feng Qingbai put down his tea cup, stood up, and said, "Then you should let me go first. There is no reason to leave the guests first."
Duan Ting twitched the corners of his mouth, watching the man slowly go away.
Forgive him for his clumsy eyes, he really didn't see how Nanling King looked like a guest.
When Youshizheng, Feng Qingbai merged with Duan Tingyi into the palace.
Liu Yusheng and three children were left in the palace, and the table was full of sumptuous meals.
King Nanling and his entourage were distinguished guests, and Duan Ting had specially ordered them to make the dishes as rich and exquisite as possible in the kitchen.
The three children ate with greasy mouths.
"Mother, the food in Beicang is also delicious. Many dishes are only available in Uncle Gold's restaurant." Croton nibbled on the sauced pig's knuckles, his small mouth was stuffed, and his speech was unclear.
"These dishes are learned from your Uncle Gold Restaurant." Liu Yusheng smiled, and took a veil to wipe off the sauce stained on the corners of the doll's mouth.
Aside, Qiqi slowed down as she was eating, and blinked as she watched Liu Yusheng.
He looked at Liu Yusheng straight and cheerful, and then used a veil to wipe off the oil stains on the corners of Qiqi’s mouth, "eat slowly."
The baby smiled, and his eyes were faint, filled with happiness and contentment.
The current seven or seven, occasionally started, will show a little bit of naivety, just for a little attention.
The small appearance made Liu Yusheng's heart soft and soft.
"Mother, I want too." On the other side, Hongdou also pouted his mouth to join in the fun, and the dinner table was busy for a while.
The children are also sensible. After a while, they will pay special attention when eating again, so as not to stain their little faces, and the tired mother has been taking care of them, but she can't eat them.
Looking at the food on the dish in front of me, the children picked it up, and looking around at the three smiling faces, at that moment, the exhaustion over the past few days is nothing at all.
At this time, the banquet in Beicang Palace also began.
A banquet held in the name of hosting a banquet for the Nanling King, in addition to the Beicang Emperor and the few remaining children of the royal family, there were also courtiers.
As the eunuch sang the news, when Feng Qingbai appeared at the entrance of the banquet, the atmosphere of the entire banquet began to quietly change.
Duan Ting turned his wheelchair, walked beside him, and the two entered side by side.
I knew in my heart that this banquet was a Hongmen banquet.
"The prince came from afar, so why didn't I send a letter to me earlier, so I might send someone to meet the distinguished guests." After seeing each other, the boss Bei Cang Huang said with a smile.
"The king has exhausted the courtesy of the Beicang royal family, and there is no need to particularly alarm the emperor's holy driver." Feng Qingbai took the seat, neither humble nor overbearing, and there was calmness in his gestures.
"The king did save me this time. I should remember a merit and have a reward."
Duan Ting hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "It is the children's ministers to share the worries for the father, and the children dare not take credit."
"You are my favorite son. I say that merit is meritorious!" Bei Canghuang pretended to be angry, and slapped his big hand on the armrest of the seat, and the eyelids of the people at the banquet immediately followed and raised their hearts.
Duan Ting's eyes are ironic now, and he no longer shirks this time, "I thank my father and emperor!"
In exchange, Bei Canghuang laughed.
In just a few moments, a few conversations made people see the confrontation.
In this regard, Feng Qingbai's face was always faint, and when Bei Canghuang laughed, he gently pulled off the corner of his mouth.
Ever since the eighth prince was suddenly attacked and killed, Bei Canghuang made a lot of pieces, all of which indicated that his favorite prince was the eighth son.
However, even now that the most beloved Duan Ting still hangs on his mouth, it is indeed ironic.
Now, even if he emphasizes it ten times a hundred times, how many people will believe it
It's just that Bei Canghuang doesn't need others to believe it.
When the host arrived, the banquet played music, singing and dancing, and began to show a harmonious scene.
The courtiers handed their cups to each other, and from time to time they came over to toast Feng Qingbai and talked about two irrelevant words.
The other imperial children in the room also had their eyes on him, or they laughed silly, or the eyes flowed meaningfully, and some laughed directly at Duan Ting.
The idiot was taken over by these princes, but the true and false among them have yet to be determined.
In order to save lives, sometimes we have to use extraordinary means.
Just like Duan Ting, acting with a disability has lasted for several years.
The cruelty of the royal family has always been so. Only the one who can laugh to the end is the real winner.
"I'm going to a banquet with you, and I have become a thorn in the siblings of the royal family." Duan Ting whispered under the cover of a wine glass.
"Without me, you are a thorn in the eyes of others. Who is sitting here, who is not acting? Do you still expect to have brotherhood?" Nanling Wang replied, unceremoniously.
Duan Ting felt bitter and fell silent.
But isn't it, unless he is dead, even if he is disabled, he will be looked down upon.
With a disability, the siblings may not worry about him vying for the throne, but making fun of and belittling the dark, these little tricks have never been less.
He wants to live well, so he can only sit in that position and be the king of Beicang.
Originally, he had no intention of competing for the throne.
But step by step, I was forced to walk this way, involuntarily.
"Dangling—"
With a soft sound, all the people present in the banquet hall twitched their eyelids again, and they couldn't help looking at the top position of the banquet hall.
Sitting there, Bei Canghuang's smile disappeared without a trace, and replaced by a gloomy face. Beside him, the concubine who was fortunate enough to accompany him has knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
"The emperor is forgiving! The concubine is not careful, no, I don't know that the wine glass will be overturned, the emperor will calm down!"
The emperor didn't calm down his anger, and said, "Come on, drag it down, and die!"