The two black treasures of Tiangui's escaped concubine

Chapter 165 Returning to the Moon Hall (5)
For this reason, the eyes of the little prince lying on the window straightened.

Him, what did he see?
It looks like a cake, but in this shape, it is a human head.

His younger brother is really incredible, he even made the cake into his father's head portrait.

Hua Xiyan frowned, and immediately squeezed cold sweat on her forehead for her younger son, who had already hid behind her.

Long Yan felt a little curious, stretched out his fingers to gently pick up the thing that fell on the ground, thinking, after all, this is the food made by the youngest son, Xiao Jingniang, a filial piety, which cannot be ignored, should be praised.Picking up the thing in the palm of his hand, he weighed it, it was a piece of cake, and looking at it with the light, his eyes were dazed.

Not to mention being stunned by being a father, Hua Xiyan was stunned just like the little prince. It should be said that she admired the talent of the snack.Look, the head made out of biscuits looks a lot like the emperor himself, even the cold expression of Juechen is lifelike.

Tell me, what does it mean that this little son pinches other people's portraits as cakes?Moreover, it seems that more than one pinched.

Mo Mo glanced quickly at the other pieces on the ground, and was sure that they were all his portraits.

Does the youngest son like him too much?Therefore, he pinched his profile picture on purpose.

The corners of the cool lips curved slightly: "This is the first time I have received such a gift."

The snack guy lay on his mother's shoulder, showing his small head, and said, "I gave this to my mother, not to you."

Long Yan smiled slightly, as if he understood the snacks: "I understand. I understand. You know that your mother likes me, so you pinched so many portraits of me and gave them to your mother."

The little prince was lying on the window sill, wiping his head full of sweat, and he was in a miserable state, as expected by his premonition.His younger brother was tricked by the emperor Laozi again.

Bread Xiaoyan, a snack foodie, was about to vomit blood, and the rhythm of Tianlei thundering on the top of the little head, and then, the little face was slapped with chicken blood, and shouted: "No! I don't think my mother likes it!" You! I made this, this is—”

"If not, why do you only make a portrait of me? Could it be that you really like me?"

The snack guy fell on the bed with a thud, and it was a dead body.

Hua Xiyan rubbed the little head of her youngest son. This youngest son has been tricked by me not once or twice. To be honest, she looked at her and felt wronged for her youngest son.So, he said to his father: "Mumu has a simple temperament, please don't misunderstand him, Your Majesty."

My own son, is it possible for me to be unclear?

Walking over, took the small cloth bag in her hand, weighed it, there were at least dozens of such small cakes inside.It can be seen that the youngest son doesn't know how much energy he spent just kneading these small cakes.No matter what you say, I can't disappoint my son's heart, and said in a cautious voice: "I will treasure these small cakes and eat one a day."

Hearing this, the corpse-like snack almost spit out a mouthful of blood from his small mouth.Immediately, she jumped out of the bed full of depression, and it was important to slip away before this man might trick him again.

Slipping to the door and seeing the little prince waiting for him, the snack guy felt aggrieved and rushed over to hug the little prince: "Your Highness!"

The little prince rubbed his younger brother's head with his gentle palms, and let out a sigh of relief.No matter what, looking at the situation in the house, it seems that my mother and father have reconciled.So, the little hand happily took his younger brother's hand back together.

His brother was a baby, a very good baby.There is nothing he can't do, as long as his younger brother steps in, there is nothing he can't do.

Holding the small hand of the snack, the little prince swore in his heart: he will protect this little brother for the rest of his life.

In the house, the husband and wife looked at a pack of biscuits made by their youngest son.Hua Xiyan thought of her youngest son's filial piety, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.She chewed her teeth, and suddenly saw the face of the child's father standing in front of her, which was very strange.

"Is it tasty?"

Hua Xiyan quickly swallowed the biscuit in one gulp: "May I have a taste, Your Majesty?"

It's really interesting to eat your own portrait.However, there is a custom in a certain place. When celebrating someone's birthday or birthday, cakes will be used to make a portrait of the owner and eaten by the owner.Presumably, the younger son must not know about this.Otherwise, you will vomit blood even more.

As long as Long Yan thinks of Bread Xiaoyan's face vomiting blood, he can't help being kindly happy, picks up a biscuit and puts it in his mouth, chews it slowly, admitting that snacks are not only good at eating, they are made of biscuits Not bad, delicious.

"In the future, I have to ask him to make more for me. I think I will like to eat this food in the future."

Hua Xiyan rolled her eyes and said to him softly; "Don't cheat him too much."

He calmly put the biscuits on the table and said, "Is Jinxi in a better mood?"

It's really hard to say that my son made a fuss about it.The son, can be said to be the greatest achievement in her life, whenever she is in a bad mood, look at her son, and all depressing thoughts will be swept away.

"Me too."

The voice he uttered in a warm voice made her heart skip a beat.

On the unnamed island, the small team of agencies had finished queuing up, and at dawn, they caught a tiger kitten by order of the emperor.

Hua Xiyan saw the kitten that saved her half life last night again, but she saw that it no longer looked like a cat, but a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.Seeing that the facial features of this young man, who is as beautiful as a god, seemed somewhat familiar, then he thought about it, and remembered that it was the one he had seen at the Lantern Festival at the Princess's Mansion, and said he was from Dawan.

Strange, have the people of Dawan started internal strife?
"Caomin are not from Dawan, they are refugees." The young man pointed at his green jewel-like pupils, "Among the refugees, there are all kinds of people, and there are also green eyes."

Regarding this, Long Yan was slightly indifferent, and must have been suspicious of his identity for a long time: "No matter what your identity is, how did you get into the royal garden?"

"Report to Emperor Dongling." The young man cupped his hands, "The grass people are called Xiaowu, because it is said that they are the fifth in the family, their parents died young, and their brothers and sisters don't know where they went. The people of Wan thought that Caomin was from Dawan, and they gave Caomin the opportunity to work as servants in the shops of Dawan people. Last time, when I went to the Princess Chang’s mansion, it was the businessman from Dawan who brought Xiao Wu there. Therefore, the Holy Majesty and Shangshu Yan See Xiaowu."

"Dawan businessman?"

Isn't he the third prince of Dawan?

"Your Majesty is wise. The third prince is not the only one who sneaked into Dongling in Dawan this time. The shop where the grass people work is opened by the fifth prince. The fifth prince has a connection with the third prince, so the grass people know that the third prince is going to sneak into the royal garden to endanger Yan. Regarding Shangshu's matter, therefore, I followed the third prince. Only then did I know that Yan Shangshu is the empress of Dongling." The young man who answered this question smiled at Hua Xiyan, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Hua Xiyan said that she really didn't know this person, and she didn't know what this person had in mind for her.

(End of this chapter)