Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Hey, who are they?"

After the carriage was started again, Ling Wenbi looked at his old man with a bad face. When he came to Beijing, he noticed it vaguely. He attached great importance to their safety. In other words, they may have been in danger. In the past, they didn’t feel anything. After this battle, they finally had the actual concept.

"Damn person."

Take a look at the son, Ling Jingxuan cold channel, this kind of thing, the average person may be holding the child, but he will not, if they do not let them actually understand the crisis, how can they always be prepared? The little buns are precocious and sensible. Whether it is from now on or after, he does not intend to marry them.

"Well," Ling Wen did not ask more. After nodding, he reached out and hugged his brother and iron baby. The small group was taken to the carriage behind by the bride and the dragon Zhang. Now there are only three of them in this carriage, plus Yan Xiaoming and Yan Yurui Ling Jingxuan.

"Ling Shu, the identity of these people, can you have a clue?" See Yan Yanrui holding Ling Jingxuan's hand and not talking, Yan Xiaoming frowns, God knows how scared he is that they really happen something, this kind of thing can never happen The second time.

"Oh... Xiaoqi, when I am not a god? Those people are all dead, how can I know their identity?" Looking up at the nervous and indignant child, the coldness of Ling Jingxuan’s eyes gradually faded, and the lips climbed a warm and shallow Laugh, although he doesn't know their identity, but there are so many assassinations that can withstand the organization, so many people who are in captivity, and who have to kill him, can't find a few in the capital, one day. He will find out one by one, which is why he does not want to open the mouth of the dead, but the root cause of killing them without mercy, Ming is the child's birthday, he did not have time to accompany them slowly play.

"?? Ling Shu is God, the gentlest God in my heart."

It seems that he does not want to continue this topic. He thinks that tomorrow is the birth of his younger brothers. Yan Xiaoming has to give up. He just has to sneak his eyes. Others may not know what he is saying. Yan Ruirui is listening. Qing Erchu, the stern scorpion has always been a little satisfied, holding Ling Jingxuan's hand can not help but tighten.

"How come you rushed over? Are the military camps arranged properly?"

Feeling the strength of the hand upload, Ling Jingxuan turned to look at him. He has been busy with the military camp these days. He came back very late every day. He left very early in the morning. He didn’t have a good rest. As soon as the children are looking forward to it, I am afraid that he has already rescheduled him. Yan Ruirui is always distressed by him. Does he not feel bad?

"The military camp is not far from here. I saw the signal of the wing. I will not reluctantly get off the train in the future. If you give it to the wing, they will do it. If there is Xue Yuyang in the present, you must not be in the middle of the arrow? Promise me, don't do it again. Dangerous things."

The specific situation he has heard from the Secretary, God knows how uncomfortable he is, and knows that he should be with them anyway.

"Oh... I believe that the ability of Yan Si, even if there is no Wuyang, he will block those arrows. You know, I am not a person who is used to waiting for others to protect. I want to fight. I want to protect the children. I won't have anything."

Smiling and raising his hand to touch his face, the delicate fingertips gently rubbed his cheek, Ling Jingxuan understood his fears, but he could not promise him, he did not want to wait for others to protect, from past lives to this life, he has self-protection The ability is not the flower bones that need to be taken care of by others in the greenhouse.

Yan Ruirui didn't talk any more, just raised his hand and attached his hand, and the dark scorpion looked at him calmly and watery. The children had already been accustomed to their love behavior from time to time, and they didn't watch it curiously. They were not knowing that Lingwen was holding a small steamed buns. When it was against Yan Xiaoming, the latter reached out and gently embraced him. This incident did not scare them, but it made them feel vigilant.

"Are you injured?" In the carriage of the third Huajun Wangfu, Sikong, who was holding the child, did not want to take care of Yan Xiaohua. The visual line inadvertently swept his blood-stained arm. The blue scorpion could not help but shrink. Reasonable, I didn’t want to think about it and stretched out.

"Nothing, accidentally scratched, you are fine with your child."

Yan Xiaohua smiled uncomfortably, tearing off the sleeves of his left hand, and a small wound of at least 10 cm long appeared. Sikong screamed and let the child sit and hold his arm: "I also said Nothing, such a long wound"

The sound is hard to cover, and Yan Xiaohua’s injury is more painful than his own injury. Over the years, he has long since surpassed anything, even if their relationship is still in a stalemate, they can’t stop his uncomfortable distress.

"It's okay, this is nothing."

Seeing that the daughter-in-law still cares about herself, Yan Xiaohua’s heart is like floating up, and the tone seems to have returned to the tenderness of the wedding period. At that time, they attracted each other, and the music sang and sang, but? ? If it wasn't for his sudden departure from home, not the emergence of Xue Wuyang, would he be stupid to force him away?

"I?? I will help you bandage, wait until Zhuangzi and let Jingxuan help you."

When he raised his eyes, he inevitably touched his gentle gaze. Sikong’s face was red, and he lowered his head and tore off the hem of his coat. He carefully wrapped the wounds of his arms. Yan Xiaohua couldn’t help but reach out and pick him up. Chin, leaned over and wanted to kiss him.

"First take a break, Zhuangzi will arrive soon."

Just when their lips were less than a centimeter away from each other, Sikong blushes and hides. Perhaps it is too long to have intimacy, or maybe there is a flaw in his heart. At this moment, he is unwilling to accept his kiss. The rejected Yan Xiaohua was unable to conceal the loss and looked at the wife who was sitting on the opposite side of his child. Can they not go back?

The question is only one second. In the blink of an eye, the unique peach blossom eyes of Yan’s family have a firm radiance. No, he will not allow it. Sikong will always be the king of Yan Xiaohua’s county. He will not worry about any **** appointment in the future. I will not think about those messy things again. He wants to win his heart again. This time, he will be chased after him.

Yan Zairui’s Zhuangzi is very big. He was rewarded to him when he was still there. There are several families on Zhuangzi who are guarded. In addition to three hundred acres of good land, there are two hundred acres of land, two mountains before and after, except for the main courtyard. The three-in-one yard is also equipped with a room under the ear, and it is considered to be a relatively large Zhuangzi nearby. When Ling Jingxuan arrived, Ling Jinghan Yuan Shaoqi and Ling Chenggui had already waited outside Zhuangzi.

"Big Brother, what happened?"

Seeing that many of their teams were injured, Ling Jinghan, who was riding a simple ride, rushed to the big brother who was coming down from the carriage. He looked up and down the eyes and determined that he and the children were not injured. After that, I was quietly relieved. However, when I saw the injured soldiers, his face could not be said to be good-looking.

"Nothing, go in and talk."

Throwing him a look, Ling Jingxuan turned back and took the children down, looked up at Zhuangzi in front, and showed a little satisfaction and relaxation on his face.

"Uncle, I miss you so much."

The little buns broke the hand of Yan Xiaoming, rushed over and hugged Ling Jinghan, and the small face that was raised filled with a bright smile, followed by Ling Wen Yan Xiaoming and Tie Wazi also said in unison: "Two uncles."

Since he moved out, they have never seen him. Bye-bye, everyone’s face is full of happiness and excitement.

"Oh... the two uncles also miss you very much, let's go, let's go into Zhuangzi and say slowly."

Bending over and holding the little buns, Ling Jinghan temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, and greeted them to keep up with their own big brother. The Guozijian said that it is actually the aristocratic college run by the state. Most of the students studying in it are the nephews of the major families. There are very few students, only those who are particularly prominent and have a bad fortune. Those who are appreciated by a certain minister can enter. When he and Ling Chenggui just started to study, they were inevitably bullied by people. However, now he is not the shoulder. The sick scorpion that can't be mentioned by the hand can not be bullied by him after several times of rectification. After more than a month, he did not integrate into them, at least they got their approval. In fact, the days of the Guozijian are also okay. As early as ten days ago, he remembered the birth of two little nephews. Before he contacted, the older brother sent a notice. This is not, he immediately I took a vacation with Mr. Guozijian, and I arrived with Yuan Shaoqi and Ling Chenggui early this morning.

"What? All died?" At the same time, the masked man who is still in the restaurant and the good news smashed the cup in his hand, and the eyes that were exposed outside were sharp and round. How could it be? How could the farmer have the ability to kill all his dead men? "It is said that the Seven Emperors and the Prince of Sang have arrived at the same time."

In specific circumstances, except for Ling Jingxuan and others, no one knows. When they arrived, they were going to clean up and search there. They didn’t dare to rush to trade. The only thing they knew was that the two hundred soldiers sent out were completely annihilated. It is.

"Damn, it must be Yan Ruirui!"

The man subconsciously ignored Ling Jingxuan and Yan Xiaoming, cheating on the name of Yan Ruirui. In their hearts, Ling Jingxuan is a farmer, and Yan Xiaoming is just a small fart child. What is the skill to kill him? The dead man? In this world, the only thing that can do this is Yan Ruirui.

The two people kneeling on the ground looked at each other and swallowed them when they reached the mouth. Although they did not know the specific situation, some of their people died of poison. The prince martial arts was strong and should not be poisoned. Right? However, the men in front of them are rushing away, and they dare not say it. Maybe it’s really what the prince did? Royal Palace, Imperial Study.

"Snapped!"

The emperor is reviewing the auditory brush unconsciously on the memorial. The big eyes gradually accumulate anger and slowly turn to the capital of the capital, Yin Yin: "What do you say? Hey, the prince was attacked outside the city?"

His tone is somewhat unstable, and he likes Wang Hao’s love. If he or his child really did something? ? Yan Yanzhi only felt a burst of headaches, damn, what is going on? Didn't they go to Zhuangzi to give their children a birthday? How come the attacking thing comes again? Waiting for the old nine to come back? ? No, you can't wait, you must find the master behind the scenes before he returns.