Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

When the Duke of Zhenguo came to the hall after practicing early Kung Fu, he saw his wife and a little boy talking happily.

"..." the Duke of Zhenguo.

He felt bad about himself.

"Cough." The official of Zhenguo coughed twice, hoping to attract attention.

"Old lady, shall I stew porridge for you every day?" Say, Mu Yun An has already touched old lady's hand.

"Good boy, don't tire you." The old lady put down her spoon.

Although she really wants to drink this child's porridge every day, she loves this child.

"I'm glad to do something for the old lady." Muyun'an smiles pure, with a little shyness.

"..." the Duke of Zhenguo who has no sense of existence.

"Madame." The Duke of the town steps forward and stares at mu yun'an with warning in his eyes.

Mu yun'an doesn't care whether the Duke of Zhenguo likes her or not. It's obvious that the Duke of Zhenguo is a hen pecked husband.

As long as we start from the old lady, the Duke of the town can't really do anything about her.

Otherwise, see how he can coax the old lady.

Therefore, in the town government, the thickest thigh she should hold is the old lady.

"Are you back?" The old lady then saw the Duke of Zhenguo, and she was very happy. She pointed to the empty bowl on the table with a little thump, "look, this child specially made porridge for me."

"..." doesn't he usually give his wife enough?

I'll get all the delicious and funny things for my wife. Now it's time for me. I've been hooked up by this boy with a bowl of porridge.

Muyun lowered his eyes, and it's almost here today.

I'll check the old lady again next time.

Let her slowly inseparable from her.

Mu Yun An picked up the food box, "old lady, then I'll go first."

Look, I didn't even look at the Duke of Zhenguo.

The people of the town were angry, but they didn't dare to be angry with their wife. Muyun'an left again, so they had to hold it.

"Good boy..." the old lady looked at mu yun'an's back. Her eyes were so soft that she could squeeze out water.

If her apricot, will certainly be so filial to her, this face is really like ah.

The Duke of Zhenguo didn't think it was much like the little girl who was just a little big when xing'er died.

"Madam, this mu an, the origin is not clear, you don't believe him so easily." The Duke of the town sat next to the old lady.

"Unknown origin? How do you want an orphan to come to Luming? " The old lady looked at the Duke of Zhenguo discontentedly, and then she was distressed, "poor child."

"You..." the Duke of Zhenguo opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

My wife used to be so resolute and valiant. Now how

If it had been before, madam would not have been so sentimental.

Dissatisfied with what the Duke of the town said, the old lady snorted and walked away with her crutch.

In his old age, he was reduced to such a state that his position in his wife's heart was not as high as that of a young man who had just met Mao.

What are these things.

Here, muyun'an happily carries his food box back. On the way, he suddenly smells a smell... Indescribable.

I saw a group of people pushing a car on the road.

Muyun'an covered his mouth and nose, frowned, "what are you doing?"

The boy in the cart looked at the bucket on the car, and the expression on his face was beyond words.

"What's in it?" It's so smelly. Who gave them the courage to get into the town government?