"Oh," Ling Shaofeng remained indifferent, quietly pushing Zhao Xuanchen, who was full of smiles, into the main hall, and looked at Zhao Xuanchen in the wheelchair seriously with a veiled little face, "I asked Tielan to look for you here, you wait for me obediently for a while, if you are disobedient again, I will let Fourteen send you back to King Chen's mansion!" Got it? ”

Ling Shaofeng, who was full of smiles, heard this, his face was like the weather in June, and suddenly, when the sun turned cloudy, it rained loudly, it was really thunder, but it only thundered and did not rain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little face with tears in his eyes was very aggrieved, and he looked at Tie Lan and Mo Lan who followed the house, and Ling Shaofeng, who did not change his mind, flattened his sexy thin lips, lowered his head and greeted gently, "Okay then!" ”

When Ling Shaofeng saw Xuanchen's pitiful appearance, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and she really wanted to compromise without hesitation and take him with her, but she always felt that what happened today was not suitable for such a simple Zhao Xuanchen to hear.

"Mo Lan went to find Xiaoming and asked him to play with the prince!"

After that, Ling Shaofeng clenched his fists and turned to leave, not daring to look at Zhao Xuanchen's cowardly and pitiful little eyes, he quickly dodged out of the room as if he was fleeing.

Tie Lan, who was holding a sword in her hand, stared at her calm young lady, and fled like a thief, as if there was a monster chasing her behind her, and suddenly, her little face raised an innocent and happy smile.

Zhao Xuanchen's clear eyes glared fiercely at Tielan, who was smiling happily, "I don't like you anymore, I'm thirsty, you go and make me tea." ”

After that, Zhao Xuanchen, who was in an ink-colored robe, turned his wheelchair by himself, turned his back to Tie Lan who was smiling angrily, pushed the wheelchair into the hall by himself, and snorted angrily.

Tie Lan didn't want to go, but looking at King Chen's really angry appearance, she thought that Miss might be in the West Wing this time, and the stone stairs in the West Wing were very high, and King Chen couldn't go up to the West Wing even if he left the hall.

"No!"

Tie Lan saluted respectfully, turned around and left quickly, striving to help King Chen make a pot of tea in the fastest time.

As soon as Tielan left, Zhao Xuanchen shouted towards the silent hall, "One, come out!" ”

Suddenly, a sturdy man in black clothes, black pants and a black mask appeared in front of Ling Shaofeng out of thin air, and respectfully knelt down on one knee and saluted Zhao Xuanchen, "Master! ”

The voice of the cold and ruthless was even worse than that of the ruthless and heartless others, compared to Ling Shaofeng, it was as cold as half of the ice cubes in the ice cellar, and there was no half of the temperature at all.

Zhao Xuanchen turned his wheelchair and faced the direction of the door, his immature voice was as pure and quiet as a child, his shining eyes shone with the light of innocence, and his words were naïve but very clear.

"One, Chenchen doesn't like Shaofeng to leave his side, and he likes Shaofeng to rank Chenchen in second place, Chenchen wants to get married!"

The masked man named One was born as a cold-blooded and ruthless dead soldier at a glance, but he followed Zhao Xuanchen's side as a secret guard, and responded in a respectful cold voice, "No."

Then the shadow flickered, and disappeared into the silence of the hall in an instant, as if he had never appeared, without a trace, without a trace.

Zhao Xuanchen's pure eyes looked straight at the verdant courtyard outside the hall, his hands clenched into fists to suppress the displeasure in his heart, his crippled body was straight, but his whole body exuded gloom and ruthlessness.

If Ling Shaofeng saw this scene, he would definitely find that Zhao Xuanchen, who was in a wheelchair at this time, still had a pure and childish appearance, but the aura of the whole person had undergone a qualitative change, as if there was an unknown demon hidden in his body.

It's a pity that Tie Lan is not Ling Shaofeng after all, when she turned around the corridor with the tea set and tea and entered the hall, she just felt that King Chen, who had lost her temper, was a little unhappy.

The west wing, one of which is not exquisite but generous and spacious, is the bedroom of Mama Li and Li Xiaoming's mother and son, and the furniture in it is also very good, which shows that Ling Shaofeng did not treat their mother and son badly.

Since Mama Li sold herself to Ling Shaofeng as a grandmother, she has been helping Ling Shaofeng take care of all the locks in the entire yard, buying vegetables, cooking, and storing clothes and cloths, in short, she is an expert in everything.

Today, Mama Li, who has always been healthy, suddenly fell ill, which is why Mo Lan anxiously stepped forward as soon as she saw Tielan come back.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly get sick like this? ”

As soon as Ling Shaofeng entered the room, he smelled the smell of medicine in his nose, and his cold gaze faintly swept over Mama Li who was lying on the carved wooden bed.

Li was lying on the bed crookedly, with a look of fear and worry on his gentle and pale face, and when he saw Ling Shaofeng, who was as indifferent as water, come in, the whole worried and frightened heart settled down slightly. "Miss, how can you come here, your subordinates are ominous people, and they are seriously ill, what if you infect Miss!"

When Mama Li said this, she suddenly coughed, and her emotions fluctuated as if she was very unstable.

Ling Shaofeng walked to Mama Li's bed in two or three clicks, and pushed Mama Li, who was about to get up and salute, and pushed Ling Shaofeng back to the bed.

"Mama Li, what are you doing here? I'm so sick, what are you worried about! Miss, I said a long time ago, Miss Ben doesn't believe in the awakening of those crooked ways, what ominous people, what nonsense! ”

Speaking of this, Ling Shaofeng glanced at Li Xiaoming, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

The stunned Li Xiaoming stood quietly beside his grandmother's bed, his hands tightly grasping the corners of his clothes, his eyes were blank but slightly anxious, which made Ling Shaofeng feel that his mood was a little unstable, his small mouth squirmed slightly, but he couldn't speak, and the symptoms he showed made Ling Shaofeng think of a foreign disease in modern medicine - autistic patients.

"Mo Lan, take Xiaoming to play with the prince for a while!"

I don't know if the child knows something, or if he's just worried about his mother!

"No," Mo Lan curtsied, only then took a few steps forward, half-bent down and pulled Li Xiaoming, who was stunned and anxious in his heart, and said softly, "Miss has something to talk about with Mama, is it okay for my sister to take you to play with the prince, it is the prince who played with you in the yard in the morning!" ”

Li Xiaoming, who was only a few years old, looked at his mother with anxious eyes, looked up at the fairy-like young lady, looked at his mother's pale thin face and smiled, nodded at him, nodded in a regular manner, stretched out his little hand to take Mo Lan's big hand, and looked at the young lady who was as omnipotent as a fairy with trust, and then walked out of the house with Mo Lan.

As soon as Mo Lan and Li Xiaoming left, only the seriously ill Mama Li and Ling Shaofeng were left in the entire medicinal room. (To be continued.) )