Chapter name: Mo Xiaobao and cold little stay

265. Mo Xiaobao and cold little stay

In the inn, the shopkeeper's strong support led the group of ink repairs to the guest house, and when they went out, they fell down on the ground and their legs were weak and could not climb. If I used to be able to receive the family of Dingwang, this is naturally the glory of his inn, but now... now, when he thinks about the relationship between Dingwang and the royal family, he can’t help but tremble in his heart. I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

But looking at the two indifferent guards who stood at the entrance of the courtyard, the treasurer did not have the courage to ventilate the letter. The heart shook, but I got up from the ground and cried and went back to the front.

In the end, the ink repairing group of people appeared in the entrance of the inn was seen by so many people coming and going. In less than half a day, the news that the king returned to Beijing to live in the most luxurious inn in Beijing has spread throughout the capital, naturally. They have also been transferred to various dignitaries and palaces. As for how many people are sorrowful and confusing, how many people are scared to drop things in their hands is not something that outsiders can know.

Just when everyone was worried about the heart, in the elegant small courtyard behind the inn, Leng Yuyu was bitterly complaining to Mo Xiuzhen. "Wang Ye, you don’t have to be so high-profile if you want to go back to Beijing. Even high-profile you. I don't need to live in the inn. It's inconvenient for us to go in and out."

He is not the same as Feng San’s public appearance. Even if he is cold and his son, even if he is not at home, he is still a cold family. It is also because of the relationship between Feng San and Ding Wang still have two points of friendship merchants, in addition, the cold lady and Ding Wang Yu before the unmarried is considered a close friend. Even so, there is no reason why Wang just returned to Beijing and they came home to visit.

So the poor cold two sons have been over thirty years old and will take a wife and a daughter to be a gentleman on the wall, coming over the wall. Ye Li and Murong Ting sat on the side, listening to the cold Yu Yu complained that they could not help but smile. Although I haven't seen each other for several years, the original affection has never changed. The two sit quietly and chat, watching the two children playing next to each other.

Leng Yuyu and Murong Ting's son is two years younger than Mo Xiaobao, named cold Jun Han. The three-year-old little fart child looks very similar to Leng Yuyu, and at a young age, she can see that she is somewhat beautiful. However, compared to the people of Mo Xiaobao, the little elf is weird, and the cold Jun Han is more like a clever little buns. Leng Junhan's little buns seem to be very close to Mo Xiaobao. When he just met and didn't recognize his life, he ran around behind Mo Xiaobao. His brother's brother called it awkward.

However, this kind of investment is obviously unilateral. The eyes of Mo Xiaobao grow on the top of his head. It is very uncomfortable to see the little buns that he has been hugged by his mother. The big eyes are really round and hard, but Leng Junhan has turned his contempt into being close. "Brother, Junhan plays together." Leng Junhan grew up as a child, and there was nothing to play with. Little friend. Therefore, it is naturally very gratifying to see this very beautiful brother.

Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes, who wants to play with a stupid little fool? It’s even more stupid than Xu Zhirui of the second family. “This world doesn’t know anything about it.”

"墨小宝!" Ye Li warned to look at him, Mo Xiaobao is most afraid of his mother's angry, only to succumb to the reluctance to give hold to cold Jun Han, proudly said: "Well, this world I barely agreed to play with you."

"Xiao Bao brother is the best, with Jun Han play." Cold Jun Han happy holding the hand of Mo Xiaobao. A small treasure brother suddenly let Mo Xiaobao darken his face, and stretched out a hand to hold the small gang of cold Jun Han. "This world is called Mo Yu, and you can barely agree to you called Yu Yu brother." The three-year-old child has not yet reached the point where he can understand the name is not good, obviously Xiaobao brother, "Xiaobao brother..."

On the one hand, how can I endure that Xiao Xiaobao bullied his son, and smiled and said: "Hey, Xiaobao Shizi, I am bothered to take care of my family." The face of Mo Xiaobao's white and tender face is red. The trembling pointed at the cold 皓 皓 晌 晌 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放 放

The cold Jun Han who was thrown away was very wrong, "Xiao Bao brother..."

"Don't ask me Xiaobao!" Far from the roar of Mo Xiaobao, but unfortunately, I was busy chasing Xiaobao's brother, Junjun Han did not hear, "Xiaobao brother, wait for me..."

Looking at the cold Jun Han with a small short leg to chase the ink Xiaobao, Murong Ting quickly called the milk girl to keep up, some worried to ask, "Small child is okay?" Ye Li knows his son's temper, with a smile: "With him Go, it will be fine for a while."

Leng Yuyu waved a folding fan and knew what he was asking. "What happened to Xiaoshizi? I told a small treasure that the reaction should not be so big?" In the city of Licheng, it should have been used.

Ye Li smiled: "It's okay, probably because everyone in the world knows that his little name is Mo Xiaobao. Find a place to hide from sadness." Wen Yan, Murong Ting finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. She really can't understand why Ding Wang and A Li seem to be very serious and well-trained. Why do you want to give your son such a funny name, and everyone who knows it is well known. If the children of ordinary people's families are counted, Mo Xiaobao is the son of the king's palace. Ye Li is also very helpless. Who makes Mo Xiaobao's life bad and spreads an unscrupulous embarrassment?

"What is the lord's war in the battle between Dachu and the North?" Leng Yuyu looked at the ink and repaired the color. Ink repaired and coveted, faintly said: "This is a matter of big Chu and the North, what is the relationship between the king and the king?"

Leng Yuyu hesitated a moment and asked: "What does Wang Ye mean is that we will not intervene in this matter?"

Ink repaired faintly: "The royal family will not give us the opportunity to intervene in this matter. If you can't worry about it, you will make plans early. The king's palace can't help much. We will only hurt him when we intervene."

Leng Yuyu smiled bitterly, faintly said: "What can I do? He never thought that my son, who is not a device, has seen it in his eyes. I can only try to save his life."

Ink repaired nodded. "Returning to let Qin Feng adjust two people to you. After Chu Jing, I am afraid that it is not safe. After the end of this matter, you will return to the city." The answer to Leng Yuyu is ink repair. I am satisfied, as a superior, of course, he does not like the subordinates who do not care about the old feelings. After all, the cold Huai is not looking at the cold, but after all, he is not a hatred or a relative. But the same he does not want Leng Yuyu to break his business for the cold Huai.

A cold smile on the face, "Thank you for the prince." Let Qin Feng tune people, the nature that is transferred to him is the elite unicorn in the elite. Being able to have a unicorn secretly protects his father, even if his father defeated Leng Yuyu in the future, he is sure to let his father come back alive. It’s not a matter of ink repairing the hand, but frowning asks: "How is the ink scene of the ink? Now that Mo Jingli has moved to him, he is not in a hurry to climb the mountain. This does not want his usual style."

When I mentioned the ink scene, I didn’t feel good about it. I didn’t even want to give him mercy. "Mo Jingqi will still die for a while, and Mo Jingli probably wants to torture him. But Mo Jingli also has a handle. I am in Mojing. In the hand, I can only take a step back from Liu Guifei’s son to be a Prince."

Ink repaired his eyebrows and cold smiled and said: "I didn't know what was going on, but I received news a few days ago. On the first day of the regent, Mo Jingli reminded himself. The only son. "There are all smart people here. Leng Yuyu naturally understands the key to it." The child in Li Wangfu is not Mo Jingli, and the son of Mo Jingli is hidden?"

Ink repaired slowly and thought for a moment and continued: "Mo Jingli is not like a person who will give up the throne for a child. The only possibility is... that is his only son. Speaking, for many years except Ye Ying In addition, there is no more children on the scene of Mojingli.” Mo Jingli and Mo Xiuzhen are different. Mo Xiu’s wife is only a wife of Ye Li, but on the Meijing Li House is Wang Yu’s side room. The same is not lacking. As a result, even if only one child has not had a pregnant person for so many years, it is a bit strange. Presumably, Mo Jingqi also made some hands and feet in it.

Murong Ting was speechless: "The two brothers are really strange."

Although everyone did not speak, they all agreed with her point of view. Is it not strange? The two brothers have been fighting for so many years, and Mo Jingqi was turned over by the ink in the scene of Mo Jingli. From then on, Mo Jingli was almost impaired by Mo Jing, and it was almost impossible for anyone to take advantage of it.

Mentioning the two brothers of Mojing Pray, Leng Yuyu is somewhat worried: "Mo Jingqi and Mo Jingli must have known that Wang Ye is coming back to Beijing. Wang Ye and Wang Hao should not change places. The inn is always insecure. "Mu Xiu swayed his hand and said: "No matter, at this time, whoever they will not take the initiative."

As he said, Zhuo Jing came out and said: "Wang Ye, Wang Hao, Li Wang are looking outside." Mo Xiu raised his eyebrows and said faintly: "Come on."

Mo Xiaobao rushed out of the small courtyard and ran outside. This is a two-in-one yard, and people are guarded inside and outside. Although Miao Xiaobao is occasionally naughty, but still very measured, he certainly knows that this Chu Jing does not need to let him go sideways. Therefore, even if he regenerates gas, he will not go outside, but he is silently sad in the moment of the big tree in the outer courtyard. The nickname of the person who was advertised is conscious of the faceless meditation of Mo Xiaobao for a long time, finally decided: he also wants to promote his father's nickname! What is the name of his father? Mo Xiaobao has not considered it yet.

"Xiaobao brother..." The voice of Leng Junhan came from far and near, and apparently Junhan’s children were still looking for his new friend. Under the subordinate, Mo Xiaobao listened to the soft Xiaobao brother and felt that the scalp was numb. As soon as he looked up, he could see the guards at the door who would smile and smile. Mo Xiaobao only felt the forehead. The blue veins jump straight. Gritted his teeth, swaying from the inside and looking around for his own cold Junhan luck. Mo Xiaobao finally stood up and said coldly: "Let's stay cold, you come over!"

When Chun Junhan looked back, he saw the beautiful Xiaobao brother standing under the tree and waving at himself. He immediately showed a bright smile and rushed toward Mo Xiaobao. Mo Xiaobao squatted on the two sides of the cold Jun Han to stare at him: "My name is Mo Yu, I heard it clearly?! Ink, 御, 宸! Give me a 宸 宸 brother!" Understand the idea of ​​Mo Xiaobao, but Leng Junhan still intuitively discovered the fact that Xiaobao’s brother was not happy. “I...I don’t call cold and stay...”

Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes. "I don't call Mo Xiaobao."

"..." But Wang Haoming is calling you Xiaobao. Mo Xiaobao stunned the cold Jun Han, "Yu 宸 brother! Hear no? Do not ask you not to play with you."

"Yu Yu brother..." cold Jun Han whispered. Mo Xiaobao nodded with satisfaction, patted the small head of Leng Junhan, and the old-fashioned road said: "This is the child, the scorpion can teach." Leng Junhan touched the small head and smirked, Xiaobao brother will bring him together Have you played yet?

"You are the son of Mo Xiu?" A somewhat cold voice came from afar. Mo Xiaobao followed the sound, and a middle-aged man wearing a black-and-white embroidered appearance looked at himself in a few steps. Some cold and strange eyes made Mo Xiaobao somewhat uncomfortable, so Mo Xiaobao raised his chin and asked him: "It is this son, who are you?" Isn't it a prince? Wearing a robes everywhere, I am afraid that people will not know his identity. His father is the most powerful prince.

Where did Mo Jingli know that Mo Xiaobao’s classmates could only think so much with a face-to-face look, and his eyes looked complicated and looked at the beautiful children wearing black vests. The child's appearance is more refined than that of the ink repairing. The arrogance between the eyebrows is even worse than that of the ink repairing. It is obviously the pride of the heavens that parents love. Thinking of this, remembering the son who didn't know where he was, the look on the face of Mo Jingli was even more gloomy.

Mo Xiaobao stared at Mo Jingli with a disappointment, and it was rude to ask this question if he didn’t answer. Turning his head, Mo Xiaobao turned and left. "Let's stay cold and go."

"Small... Royal brother, I am not cold and cold." Cold Jun Han followed behind and emphasized while admiring. Mo Xiaobao is a nod of Haihan: "I remember, stay cold."

Looking at the two children holding hands and hand in hand, Mo Jingli stood in a gloomy face, and did not know what to think. Zhuo Jing came out and said: "Li Wang, Wang Ye Wang has a request." Mo Jingli snorted and walked inside.

Ink repair and Ye Liu are playing chess in the yard, and Leng Yuyu and Murong Ting have naturally avoided. Seeing that Mo Jingli came in, Mo Xiuzhen did not plan to get up and welcome him. He looked at him with a faint look: "Is there something?"

There was a sigh of anger on the face of Mo Jingli, and he seemed to always wait for him in front of the ink repair. Once he was the second son of Dingwangfu, he was a prince, but he was not as favored as he was, not as good as he was, not as arrogant. When he grew up, he was named Li Wang. He did not have his exploits and talents. Now, he has become the regent king of Dachu, and he seems to be at the bottom of Mo Xiuzhen! How can this make me feel calm and calm?

"Hello big courage?! Actually dare to come back!" Mo Jing Li cold channel. Ink repaired and dropped the pieces, and smiled softly in the chair: "This king is back, how dare you?"

Mo Jingli gritted his teeth, how dare he? He doesn't dare!

Nowadays, Beijing is in a state of sin, and Beiling Xiling is a singer. Even if he is alone, he will not dare to treat him. Once the ink repaired something, the Mohist army decided to avenge him for revenge. When the Xiling Beibei was invaded together, it would take a long time for the enemy to be swallowed up.

He snorted and saw that Mo Xi repair did not ask for himself to sit down. Mo Jingli himself went to the vacant chair and did it. His eyes fixed on ink repair: "You are coming back this time, what conspiracy?"

Ink repaired his vigilance, "conspiracy? Isn't that you and Mo Jing praying? How? The medicine for the ink scene is not enough." There are still some of the king here." I shrink, "This king doesn't know what you are talking about." Mo Xiuqiu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you know? When you bought medicine with the old woman in the holy land of southern Xinjiang, the king and Ari just watched it, so By the way, I also took some back to do research for Mr. Shen. You said... Can Mr. Shen develop antidote for half a year?"

Mo Jingli looked at the glass of tea that sat next to the calm tea, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable feeling of nowhere. But the meaning revealed in Mo Xiu’s words made him even more uneasy. “Do you have antidote?”

Ink repaired some strange eyebrows. "Does this king say so?"

"Ink repair! You..." Mo Jingli wants to drop the teacup in his hand to the face of ink repair. In recent years, his status has become more and more powerful, and he has rarely been so violent and irritable. But it seems that as long as the ink repairs a few words, he can find the feeling of violent leaping when he is young. "Ink repair, what do you want?"

Ink repaired tea leisurely, and said: "It is calm. Since it is already the Regent, it is a little regent. Don't discredit the title of Regent." His father was also the regent.

Looking at the strong anger of Mo Jingli, Mo Xiu said: "The king does not want to be like it. It is just that I heard that Mo Jing is not going to die, and I plan to come back and tell him."

"Do you mean that Mo Jing prays that one day will not die, you will not leave one day?" Mo Jingli bite his teeth, and now Chu Jing is in a mess, there is no need for a fixed king to spoil. If Mo Jing prayed for half a year, would he have to live in Chujing for the first half of the year?

"Ali's aunt and big brother are all geniuses of the country. In the northwest, the area is not difficult to fall, and Li Wang does not have to worry about the king."

** heart your xx! Mo Jingli finally couldn't help but burst into the bottom of his heart. How do you turn off his fart in the northwest? He just wants to watch the ink repairing out of Chujing.

Ink in the chair, leaning his hand on his forehead and looking at him: "Don't think about how to let the king leave soon. The king has no hobby to come and go. Staying happy, the king will naturally go. But you You can rest assured that this king will never intervene in the battle between you and Mo Jingqi and Liu Jia."

Mo Jingli sneered, "Do you think I will believe you?"

Ink repairs his hands, "What can you do besides believing me?"