Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 309 - You are in a dream, I don't want to wake up

Huyan Qingmei disappeared!
Xu Rendong, Feng Zhan, Zhan Ying and others searched every corner of the palace, but they couldn't find her.

When this sad news came, Sikong Que was taking Prince Sikong Nianqing to the morning court.

He jumped into a rage and drew out his sword, but before he raised the sword, his blood surged from the extreme anger, he was on the verge of falling, and almost fainted.

"Bastard! Are you so close to guarding her safety! Damn it! Damn it!"

He picked up Xiao Nianqing, and under the amazed attention of the officials, he flew up to the dome of the palace, looking around anxiously, looking for the whereabouts of Huyan Qingmei.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! The girl said that she was depressed this morning, and she was going to take a stroll in the imperial garden. When she was halfway there, she suddenly said that she felt cold, so she asked her subordinates to return to the palace to get a cloak to keep out the cold!"

"The subordinate thought that since it is a woman's thing, it would be inappropriate for a man to take it, so he went back to get the cloak by himself, and asked Feng Che to protect the girl's safety, and he didn't think about a cup of tea..."

Xu Rendong braved the emperor's fury and reported it.

"Your Majesty! The girl said she wanted to show respect at the time! Due to the difference between men and women, it is really inconvenient for this subordinate to accompany you! This subordinate should be damned!"

The tone of Yingwei Fengche's speech trembled with fear. As we all know, the status of the Holy Empress in His Majesty's heart is aloof.

"Look! Seal the whole city! Dig three feet to find her!"

Sikong Que gritted his teeth, his face was covered with ferocious veins.

"promise!"

"Your Majesty! Before the girl disappeared, she said something, but I don't know what it means."

"She said: Let them go home early for lunch! Let him come back early, I can't see the tender Chinese toon buds."

Trembling, Feng Yang reported the inexplicable words that Huyan Qingmei said to himself before he disappeared, hoping to find a useful clue.

"What did you say!!"

Sikong Que stopped abruptly, and Feng Zhan, who was following him, almost accidentally bumped into His Majesty's back.

The expression on his face was constantly changing, sometimes depressed, sometimes ecstatic, and gradually, his chest also violently heaved up and down due to emotion.

Time seemed to freeze, and he just stood quietly on the top of the roof of Zhaoming Hall, hesitating for an unknown amount of time, until his thin clothes couldn't withstand the raging wind and snow, so that his eyelashes were stained with a layer of frost.

"Hahaha! You don't have to follow me! Nianqing! Let's go! Let's go home for dinner!"

The smile on his face was as bright as thousands of stars, and he jumped up with his son in his arms. This light leap seemed to pass through the long wind and go straight into the sky, the ten thousand miles of stratus clouds.

"what?"

Prince Sikong Nianqing could only feel the cold wind whizzing past his ears, and he scratched his head in confusion.

Why can't he understand a word that the father said?
But before he could continue to question, his vision blurred, and he immediately fell in front of the cold palace.

"Father! The son is not hungry! It is important to find the mother!"

He grabbed Sikong Que's trousers and pulled them out with great difficulty. The father and son's lunch and dinner were taken by his father and cooked in the cold palace himself. He thought that his father was worried that he was hungry and wanted to Cook him a meal.

"Nianqing! Let's go home!"

He rushed to the door of Leng Palace with a stride, and was about to stretch out his hand and push the door open.

Home is like an arrow, where there is her, even in the endless hell, it is also home.

Suddenly he withdrew his hand tremblingly, as if a little timid.He squatted down, straightened his son's clothes, and carefully stroked the ends of his hair that had been blown to his forehead by the biting cold wind.Nodding with satisfaction.

He straightened up and straightened his sleeves very seriously. Suddenly, he remembered something, and he stroked his chin with his hand. Well, it's good, the stubble was just shaved last night.

"Nianqing, let's go home and eat!"

He was a little excited and apprehensive, and slowly pushed open the palace door that seemed to be worth a thousand dollars.

"Squeak..."

What came into view was the most beautiful picture scroll in the world, which made people scream and roar wildly. Drinking ice for ten years, it is difficult to cool off the blood all over the body.

She was holding a bamboo basket, which was the first and last bamboo basket he wove under her careful guidance.

And her body was changed into the cotton robe she made for him with her own hands back then. When she wore it, it was a little tight, and the hem dragged to the floor.

But he just felt that the woman in front of him was breathtakingly beautiful, even if it was just a simple back view, it was enough to make the whole city fly, and amaze half of the city.

She stood quietly under the toon tree that had grown into a towering toon tree, looked back and smiled, and at that moment, both the world and the earth lost their color.

"Why did you come back, Que?"

She pursed her mouth and said coquettishly.

"Where's the son?"

At this moment, Sikong Que seemed to be walking on the soft clouds, and his whole body felt a little buoyant, filled with a dreamlike, unrealistic sense of happiness.

"Nianqing!...The queen mother is calling you!"

Sikong Nianqing looked at his father and got permission from his eyes, so he staggered towards his mother's arms with his chubby legs.

"Queen! I miss you so much! Queen! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Huyan Qingmei, to be precise, it should be Li Qingmei at this time.

She bent down, opened her arms, and hugged her son tightly.

And when her shoulders warmed up, Sikong Que hugged their mother and son, and the faces of the family of three were filled with tears of joy.

"My love, my husband is finally alive, until you come back!"

"Is my husband dreaming! If it's a dream, then don't wake up! Because you are in a dream! I don't want to wake up like this! Face the world without you!"

"Bah!"

He put down Li Qingmei's mother and son, and touched his chin in pain. At this time, there were two rows of obvious teeth marks on his chin, which were bitten out by Li Qingmei's mischief.

"It's not a dream! Does it hurt?"

"Hahaha, it doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt! It would be better if it was my husband's mouth!"

"oops……"

Sikong Que once again clutched his arm in pain, his face full of grievances.

"Idiot! Come here!"

With a shy face, she hooked her fingers and signaled Sikong Que to bring her ear to her mouth.

"As ordered!"

She pressed her lips against his reddish earlobe, and exhaled a few hot and ambiguous breaths.

"The child is here! Let's kiss again tonight!"

Sikong Que's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he giggled smirkingly, before he could respond, she suddenly squeaked and kissed his forehead.

"Hurry up and pick the tender Chinese toon buds!"

She crossed her hips and pointed in the direction of the toon tree with one hand.

"And you! Nianqing! Lie down on that low stool!"

"Queen! What are you doing?!"

Sikong Nianqing suddenly had a bad premonition, and soon he was pushed down on the low stool by his doggy father, like a chicken.

"My husband helped you press him!"

not good!He suddenly felt a chill on his buttocks, and immediately a meal of fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots fell densely, and he struggled in a panic.

"I told you! You owe my mother a spanking! Your father spoiled you!"

She was chattering endlessly, and she didn't stop moving her hands. Fortunately, the queen's mother had a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, so she didn't use too much force in her hands.

He pursed his lips and snickered, humming and chirping in a pretense of howling.

"Oh, mother, son-in-law knows it's wrong! Mother, stop beating me! Oops!"

"Ouch!!!!"

This time, there was a really earth-shattering howl, and the fried pork with bamboo shoots on his butt obviously gained a lot of strength.

"Father! You!!"

"Your mother is right!"

This time, it turned into mixed doubles, and Sikong Nianqing's screams were endless.

(End of this chapter)