"Ink does not want Qiulan, Moh wants the goddess."

"Ink, tell you, what happened just now?"

Nangong did not ask Xiao Yu again. This little fox had a prejudice against him. He said that he was deflated with him. He was very clear about the character of the little fox.

At the corner of Qiulan's mouth, the red blood was dripping, and the fingers were pinched tightly. When he came down, he even glared at her with a positive eye.

Every word that I said at the moment is full of concern for Xiao Yu, and hemiplegia is certainly true.

There is also Nangong Mo, she carefully waited for him for such a long time, even feeding porridge, are afraid to burn him, blowing it to feed his mouth.

Qiu Lanben thought that this way, Nangong Mo will be more generous to her.

Who knows, Nangong Mo has never forgotten Xiao Yu, seeing Xiao Yu, even more happy than seeing his mother. To her, but such a sentimental, is really an unfamiliar little beast.

What is Xiao Yu really good? Didn't put a little blood, saved the former queen and Nangong ink?

And she, but the longest person who stayed with the former queen and Nangongmo.

Xiao Yu didn't want to think about it. If she had given Jin Dan to her, would she have the opportunity to transform her adult?

She has been to the present, but she is still only a little fox!

Qiulan was in a hurry, and he was a little panicked. He was afraid that Nangongmo would say something that should not be said in order to maintain Xiao Yu.

But sometimes, what are you afraid of, what to come.

"Qiu Lan grabs ink, but Mo Er does not want to leave the goddess, Qiu Lan hard to grab, the sly ink is so painful. Moer no longer wants Qiulan, Moer as long as the goddess."

Nangong ink whispered a small mouth, and looked at Nangong 眼 with tears. The white face was always attached to Xiao Yu and refused to leave half an inch.

Qiulan's heart trembled, hate to die, and the heart of Nangong Mo died. She really took care of this little animal for so long.

"Under the small hall, slaves are afraid that Xiao Yu will hurt you, and they will have to reach out and grab you. The slaves are doing this for you!"

Qiu Lan burst into tears, and looked at Nangong Mo innocently and sadly. It seems that Nangong Mo misunderstood her. Everything she did was for Nangong Mo.

"If you are really good for me, you should not rob me from the arms of the maiden. I am a goddess. You are just a slave. What is it?"

Nangong ink young face, suddenly become cold, Qiu Lan has never seen such an unusual expression on the face of Nangong ink, this time for the first time, but because of Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu is a bit strange. Although Nangong Mo looks like a child of seven or eight years old, he came to the world for a year. If he grows up as a normal child, he is still a milk doll, but his growth rate. Amazing, even talking, it is also amazing.

"Little Highness..." Qiulan was crying. This time, she was really sad. So she took care of him for so long. In the end, nothing in his eyes was nothing but a dispensable slave.

Nangong Mo and His Majesty... are really similar.

Qiulan’s heart burst into pain, and she did not give up her heart. She looked at Nangong Temple with tears in her eyes, and said with a whimper: “The slaves are bent on their knees, and they have no choice for their majesty and the small hall.”

The expression of Nangong’s indifference makes Qiulan feel chilling and the sound is no longer warm: "There is no need for your care under the small hall, let's go!"

As if I didn't see the sadness and pain in Qiu Lanyu, I paused and said: "From now on, don't appear in front of your nephew, see her, you will detour."

Qiu Lan’s pupils shrunk slightly, and they couldn’t believe their ears. Why did she let her avoid Xiao Yu?

Your Majesty, Qiulan is in your heart, what is it?

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qiu Lan shook his body and stood up. He lowered his head and turned away. He rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth with his back, and the bottom was dark and dark.

......

Ci'an Palace.

"Qiu Lan, why did you come to the mourner here alone? Didn't bring the ink to the children? The mourner thought of him, and you are going to bring the ink to you." The Queen Mother wearing the luxurious clothes looked at the side of Qiu Lanlan Look, I didn't see Nangong Mo, she was disappointed in her eyes.

Qiulan stood still, and his face showed a distressed expression.

"Qiu Lan, you didn't hear what the mourner said? Go and bring the ink to you." The Queen Mother waited a little impatient, and angered.

Qiulan suddenly squatted down and said in a panic: "The Queen Mother is angry, not a slave who does not bring the small hall, but someone who took the small hall from Qiulan here."

The Queen Mother took a hard shot of the Jinfeng armrest and stood up with anger: "What? Who is so courageous? Dare to slay the ink of the mourner? The mourner is going to let her to kill her."

Qiu Lan’s face was horrified and he hurriedly stopped: “The Queen Mother is indispensable.”

"What's the matter? You are the emperor of Nanling. You have to say that you are going to kill one person. You are killing ten, one hundred, and no one dares to say anything."

"But the Queen Mother, this time the person who snatched the small hall is not someone else, but the fox demon!"

The queen was shocked, his face was pale, and his body sat down somewhat. His eyes were full of fear and his voice twitched. "The fox demon... The fox demon is still dead? Is she coming back to find a mourner to take revenge?" ”

"After the Queen Mother, are you okay? Don't scare the old slaves." Liu Wei, who waited for the Queen Mother, came over nervously and gave the unsettled Queen Mother a smooth breath. He said: "Isn't it a demon girl? You are your own child." Mother, Your Majesty will not be against the Queen Mother for a demon girl."

Qiulan also stepped forward and said pale face.

"Liu Wei did not know, this demon girl is a fox, she has been confused by her. She used to care for her, even the mother and son of the Queen Mother. If not, it will not be built for the demon girl in the most exclusive position of the palace. This Ci'an Palace, put the Queen Mother here."

After a pause, Qiulan continued: "Yesterday, the demon girl snatched the small hall from Qiu Lan's arms, regardless of the struggle under the small hall, the fingers of the weak under the temple, the weak back, Qiu Lan is so distressed. However, the majesty is fundamental Do not believe in Qiulan, not only let Qiu Lan give the small hall to the demon girl, but also let Qiulan see the demon girl, and detour."

Liu Wei heard the words, the angry old face shivered, especially when he heard Xiao Xiao’s struggle under the small hall, and the small hall of the small hall, she could not imagine that the lovely child under the small hall was slandered by Xiao Yu. How pitiful? How unacceptable is it?

"This demon girl is really a **** thing." Liu Wei roared.

"What? She slammed her waist and back with her strength? Didn't the ink hurt? Did the child call the doctor a doctor?"

The Queen Mother was very nervous and her eyes were red.

Qiulan shook his head sadly, and the tears flowed down: "Your Majesty simply does not believe in the slaves. His Majesty only trusts Xiao Yu, the Queen Mother, is a slave and incompetent, and does not protect the small hall."