Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 372

Wen Qi didn't even think about it, she threw herself on the ground, rolled to the ground, and then there was a heavy blow to her abdomen, shielding her with both hands, the child fell into her arms, and she...Damn, she must be bleeding internally.Seventeen hummed and chirped, and continued to sleep.

To be honest, Wen Qi is so ruthless about this kind of conditioned reflex that no one's own mother will jump on her. There are so many things wrong with her as a stepmother. At the moment, Wen Qi was completely shocked, and Wen Qi looked at the baby in her arms: "This palace is really a stepmother. Is it? I suspect it's my real mother!" Looking up, "Did you do it on purpose?"

As soon as the words were finished, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Qin Chuyue raised her hand, Wen Qi hugged the child, her hands were helpless, and she slapped down heavily, Wen Qi only felt her neck go numb, she couldn't move for a moment, her eyes rolled , and said: "Good skill." She thought she had forgotten that Qin Chuyue was a master, she thought she shouldn't have thrown herself on the ground, she thought she shouldn't have caught a palm with her neck, she thought she should have used someone her own son to take over, she thinks she is looking forward to her mother's hand, she thinks...hasn't finished thinking yet——

Boom!
With a kick of her legs, Wen Qi rolled her eyes, lost consciousness, and threw her hands away, but... Shi Qi was still firmly protected in her arms, sleeping soundly.This damn calf guard, this damn conditioned reflex!I owe it!

Sure enough, this is the real mother!
"I'm sorry, but I have no other choice." Qin Chuyue murmured softly to herself, her eyes flickering, flustered and helpless.

If Wen Qi was awake, he would definitely say: I'm sorry, but it's useful, why do you need the prison?I'm sorry, it's useful, what do you want ten tortures for?Damn, drag it out and chop it up!

If Seventeen didn't sleep like a pig at this time, but howled like that, wouldn't it be so unnoticed? In short, there was no disturbance in Yan Palace, and everything was as usual.

The sky is slowly sinking, and it seems that the sky is about to change. There are almost no people coming and going outside the palace gate. It is extremely quiet, and the corner is even darker and quieter.

"Have you got it?"

It was a man's voice, very low, obviously guarded and cautious.

"Don't hurt her." She was a little anxious, facing the dim light, she could vaguely see the woman's face.

This woman is none other than Qin Chuyue.

The man supported Qin Chuyue's shoulder and said solemnly, "I just want to take back what should belong to me."

Turning around, in the light yellow halo, the man's face is clearly visible, with sharp edges and corners, he is the former prince - Yan Changpu, king of Changde.

At noon, the drowsy sky suddenly began to rain, like a woman's face, changing at will.In the capital of Beicang Wren, the sky is clear.

"Master." Liang Liu hurried into the hall.

Qin Mi put down the brush, but still looked at the woman in the painting: "But there is a letter from the master?" His tone was a little more joyful.

Liang Liu replied: "It's an urgent letter from Ye Jiu Feige." His tone sank, and Liang Liu's expression became serious, "It's Wen Master, she... something happened to her."

The paintbrush broke suddenly, and Qin Mi's fingertips were stained with thick ink, a mass of black that could not be dispelled, just like the color in his eyes: "Be ready for a fast horse along the road."

As soon as a sentence was finished, before Liang Liu could reply, the wind blew up the rice paper, and the ink stained the paper, blurring a dark pattern. In the painting, the woman's face was lifelike, exquisite and beautiful, but she had no female posture, and she was dressed in a heroic military uniform. It looked like Wen Qi.Then Feng Luo, Qin Mi's figure was gone, only the white shirt that had gone away at the door.

This easy work!It's amazing, it's overkill for the master to chase his wife.

Cheng Dagang walked to the door, looked at the paintings on the ground, and was dumbfounded: "Let's go now?" Looking back, there was no one outside the door.

Liang Liu squatted down, picked up the drawing paper, and asked casually: "Why don't we tell all the people in the world to send us farewell?" He thought, "Using Master's lightness kung fu, coupled with the Maxima, we should be able to arrive before tomorrow. "This speed is also horrifying, but it is a journey of three days and three nights!

(End of this chapter)