Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

The weather outside has completely fallen, and the whole family in the dining hall has been seated.

Feng qianluo is sitting at the table with light dance. They already have a one-year-old baby. At the moment, they are busy coaxing the children. In addition, Feng qianshuang and Feng qianjue, two 10-year-old children, the whole dining hall looks noisy.

When Feng Xiaoye led Wuji into the hall, he heard the baby's cry, which was enlightening.

"So small." Feng Xiaoye came to the middle of Feng qianluo and Ming Qingwu, and stretched out his small hand to poke the baby's small face, which was extremely soft.

Hearing this, the husband and wife looked at her at the same time.

"Hey, hey." Fengxiaoye felt that their eyes seemed to have some judgment, and she weakly retracted her hand.

Looking at the way they protect the calf, she doesn't dare to move the little doll.

"Who is this?" Feng qianluo's eyes fell to silence, and Junlang's eyebrows raised a slight arc.

The little monk looks young and young. Sitting quietly on one side is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Ming Qingwu also looked at the monk, "is this the little monk of Dalong temple?" She met.

There was a slight ripple at the bottom of Wuji's heart. He quickly stood up, saluted several people, and said softly, "I've seen the Lord, the princess and the empress."

"He is my elder martial brother and will soon return to common customs. Don't bully him."

Listening to Feng Xiaoye's words, the husband and wife looked at each other, but they didn't say much.

The little girl has grown into a big girl. Feng qianluo has a feeling that my family has a girl growing up at the beginning, although she is absent from the growth of the little girl

But after a while, Feng Xiaomo also entered the dining hall, as well as Feng Qianmo and Su Yunqin.

The family is all together.

In addition to fengjue dance and Jun Minghui

"It's really lively today." Feng qianluo couldn't help sighing, "it's great for Ono to come back."

Feng Xiaoye raised her pink lips, and the girl's smile was sweet and beautiful.

"Yes." Su Yunqin sat down with the man beside him. "Everyone is here. Have a meal."

The family was happy and harmonious, but there was some embarrassment in the silence on one side. He aimed at the dishes on the table. They were really all vegetarian dishes. He was embarrassed to use them casually and left

"Wu Ji, I heard that your fortune is very accurate?" Halfway through the meal, the empress suddenly asked, which was almost equivalent to a deadly question for Wuji.

The chopsticks in Wuji's hand shook. At the same time, he also felt the deep sight of the wind Qianmo and swallowed his saliva.

"No, I don't dare. It's all a small skill."

"It doesn't hurt to carve insects and small skills. It's better to calculate for our palace and your majesty?" Su Yunqin said again.

Sure enough, those who should come will come.

Wuji looks at Xiangfeng Xiaoye helplessly, hoping that the little girl can extricate herself

Feng Xiaoye nodded, "it's good, count it! Well, count everyone in our family, so there will be several people. Empress mother, senior brother, he was forced by master Yuanji to complete the task. Master said he wanted to count enough lives for 1000 people, so he was allowed to return to the secular world."

Su Yunqin was so interested that he asked curiously, "return to vulgarity?"

Silent and embarrassed nodded.

Why does he think the empress's expression is... Strange?

"Oh? Very good, count it." Su Yunqin pinched his jaw, nodded and looked at Wuji with a smile.

There was a trace of appreciation and curiosity in the eyes.

Finally, he wandered back and forth between fengxiaoye and Wuji, as if thinking about something.

One side of the wind Qianmo looked faint. Seeing her like this, he quietly patted her leg under the table.

She's not afraid to scare people away.

……

Mo Fu.

Mo Yihan enters general Mo's bedroom, and his face suddenly changes subtly.

The imperial doctor came out, met him with a dark face and shook his head gently.

"What do you mean?" Mo Yihan grabbed the imperial doctor's skirt.

"Old general mo... Time is running out." The voice of the imperial doctor faded gradually, his eyes dropped and his face showed sadness.

Mo Yi was cold and his face sank inch by inch.

Mrs. Mo on one side suddenly looked ugly and staggered. Fortunately, the servant girl on one side helped her and didn't let her fall down.

The imperial doctor looked at them and said softly, "madam, young master, I'm sorry."

……

Wu Ji managed to escape from the evening meal and wiped his forehead gently. It was cold and wet and full of cold sweat.

He is a monk who has not been deeply involved in the world. How did he know that it would be so frightening to eat with the emperor and empress.

Feng Xiaoye looked for him and saw him wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. He wanted to laugh.

"Scared you?"

Suddenly heard her voice, Wuji quickly turned to look at her, pulled the corners of his lips, and shook his head helplessly.

In fact, he was frightened, but he couldn't say.

Otherwise, people thought how terrible the emperor and empress were.

Feng Xiaoye walked to him with a negative hand, scanned him with deep eyes, and looked at him completely with the eyes of judgment.

"Senior brother."

Wu Ji raised his head.

The way she tried to stop talking made him feel strange.

What else does Feng Xiaoye have to say? Unexpectedly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the door.

The palace man guarding the door shouted: "Your Highness?"

Hearing that it was his brother, Feng Xiaoye strangely turned and walked out.

"Ono!" Feng Xiaomo strode into the hall, glanced at the monk in white over there, and then settled on Feng Xiaoye, "there's something..."

Feng Xiaoye looked at her brother puzzled. She didn't like the feeling of wanting to talk and stop. Clearly, Feng Xiaomo didn't say this, but her heart still trembled inexplicably.

"Old general Mo......"

Feng Xiaomo just uttered four words, and Feng Xiaoye seemed to know what it was.

Her face suddenly sank for a few minutes, subconsciously grabbed her sleeve, "general Mo, what's the matter with him?"

"Time is running out." When Feng Xiaomo said this, he sighed deeply, "Mrs. Mo said that in order to cheer old general Mo, she was going to have another wedding. This time, Mo Yihan agreed."

Feng Xiaoye whispered. She thought it was something that made her brother come in such a hurry. It was to tell her this?

She blinked and said softly, "brother, are you finished?"

"Are you just..."

"What am I?" Feng Xiaoye raised her eyebrows. She didn't care.

It's not how open she looks, but because she knows that some things are hers and can't run away. If they don't belong to her, she can't ask for them.

Feng Xiaomo looked at his sister like this. Jun's face couldn't help sinking. Many words he wanted to say didn't say.

Clearly knew that his sister was pretending, but glancing at the silence on the other side, he simply stopped talking.

Maybe... My sister has moved away from love?