Evil Emperor’s Wild Consort

"Three months later, the dead fat man has been missing for three months. Is it because he is too worried about him, so he left home? Or because he accidentally made a mistake because he was too scared to hide. "Pang Zihuang sighed softly and stunned his eyebrows. Some headaches said, "Can you do this, isn't it for him? Why doesn't he understand the painstaking efforts?"

As he said, Pang Zihuang raised his head slightly. At this moment, he found a sneaky figure approaching himself and suddenly became furious.

"Who are you? How dare you be good at the royal study, do you want to be a hedgehog! The guards? All of them are dead? Actually, people are coming in!"

Under the anger, Pang Zihuang jumped directly from the desk and took a sneaky youth. If he didn't say anything, he would directly slap the ball.

"Hello, big courage, a person who gathers two levels will dare to go to the hedgehog! Isn't it in the eyes? Just right, I am depressed recently, I am not venting, I will take you to practice!"

Because Pang Zihuang usually does not like someone when he reads the book, it is only one person in the entire royal study room, so he said nothing regardless of his words, completely ignoring the identity of his emperor.

Since the chasing of the national teacher was lost after March, the national teacher came to him to ask for a person, but this country’s ability is extraordinary. He dare not offend, is holding a breath, now it’s good, some people don’t want to die. The door is coming, how could he let this air bag out?

But when Pang Zihuang was so happy, the young man who was caught in his hand made a crying voice.

"Oh, my relatives, don't hit me, I am your son."

"Grass mud horse, you a little assassin, actually dare to pretend to be a son, why don't you know that you have such a son!"

Pang Zihuang is even more angry. This assassin is so courageous that if he is arrested, he will be a shameless person, and it is a crime to pretend to be a royal family.

However, after the words fell, the youth cried even more miserable.

"Father, I am your son, I am Pang Ran."

"Bang Ran?"

Pang Zihuang stunned for a moment, and then he carefully looked at the young people who were caught in his hands.

Although this young man can't be thin, but his body is well-proportioned, and his facial features are not surprising. It is the kind that can't be found in people's piles. It can be won in the skin, and the eyes are full of sadness. Looking at Pang Zihuang.

I have to say that the youth in front of me really has a bit of a shadow, and the voice is exactly the same...

"You are Pang Ran?" Pang Zihuang looked at him suspiciously.

It’s not that he doesn’t recognize his son, but... it’s too scary!

In the time of March, the five hundred pounds of fat people will change greatly. No one can dare to recognize each other...

"Father, have you forgotten? I peeked at the palace girl at the age of five. I still need a milk girl to feed at the age of seven. I am still in bed when I am twelve years old. I am really your son."

When Pang Zihuang, who did not believe it, heard this, he immediately believed that the person in front of him was his son.

There is no reason for him. No one knows anything except him and the Queen and Pang Ran himself!

Even the quilt of the bedwetting is also the Queen’s own burning in order to save the face of the behemoth, but his close-fitting maiden is not clear...