"As soon as Guan'er came, I really felt a little tired...... "Yawned slightly, and glanced at Mo Tianxing, who was still standing respectfully. Without the emperor saying anything, Mo Tianxing knelt down and kowtowed, bending over and cautiously about to exit the "Flying Snow Tower". But after a pause, it seemed that he had hit something, and when he turned around, he saw a young child about ten years old looking at him with gloomy eyes.

The person who came was the emperor's youngest son, Mei Zhaoyi's Zhan Qingdong. Because of the person's round and jade appearance, and the birth of a flattering sweet mouth, and Mei Zhaoyi is a master who is extremely good at drilling camps, this Zhan Qingdong can be regarded as a likable in the harem. Accustomed to arrogance, people will inevitably have some eyes above the top.

Glancing up at Mo Tianxing, who almost knocked himself to the ground, Zhan Qingdong frowned, the courtier of the third grade? He pouted with some disdain. With a slightly raised chin, he waited proudly for Mo Tianxing to kowtow and admit his mistake......

"Nine Emperor Princes, the lower officials are a little abrupt, forgive the sins, forgive the sins!" Mo Tianxing hesitated for a moment, but just saluted and said.

"That's it?" Zhan Qingdong's brows furrowed into a pimple, and he stepped in front of Mo Tianxing, who wanted to step away, and stretched out his little hand and scolded with some anger.

Fushuang was returning from the imperial study, and when he saw the two deadlocked, he glanced at the emperor who had a calm face and didn't say a word. What are these Nine Emperor Princes doing here? I don't know if it is taboo to enter the forbidden city without being summoned? Mei Zhaoyi is a gentle lord, and she gives a little favor from time to time on weekdays......

After hesitating for a moment, Fushuang snorted haha: "The Nine Emperor Princes miss His Majesty the Emperor." It's a little late at night, say hello and go back to your dormitory quickly......" Turning his head to look at Mo Tianxing, Fushuang's slightly lowered hand waved at him secretly, signaling him to leave quickly......

Mo Tianxing saluted the Nine Emperor Princes again, took a step and walked down the stone steps to the "Flying Snow Tower".

Zhan Qingdong was going to pull Mo Tianxing's sleeve, but his hand was held in the palm of Fushuang's palm, and he was unwilling to be led by Fushuang in front of the emperor with a look of indignation. "Nine Emperor Princes, I asked An Nu to send you back......" Fushuang smiled at Zhan Qingdong and said.

"Dong'er, what's wrong?" Zhan Lingxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "If you just say hello, you can be spared." I'm a little tired......"

"Dong'er asks for peace to ...... father," the little man was also interested, knelt on the ground and kowtowed. It's just ......" glanced at the Guan nobles who were standing beside the emperor. Zhan Qingdong looked like he wanted to say something. He didn't want to come, but seeing his mother's resentful appearance of pear blossoms and rain, he was really a little unbearable.

She is just a nobleman, why should she rob her mother of Zhaoyi's grace? Think about Concubine Fang's words. Mothers are more expensive than their sons, and there are some graces that mothers can't fight, and you, the son, have to fight for her. A few years of youth, Mo Daoren's old pearl and yellow time and space room alone! Ponder over. Zhan Qingdong still felt that Concubine Fang's words were reasonable......

"Just what? What does a little child look like? said......" Zhan Lingxiao's face was still calm. But there was a hint of anger in his voice.

That implied majesty made Zhan Qingdong retreat in his heart. The legs are also a little weak. "Tiger poison doesn't eat children, no matter how cold the emperor is, he can still hurt you......" Concubine Fang's words lingered in Zhan Qingdong's ears, yes, he is his son. It's not a matter of scolding......

"Nine Emperor Princes, what are you asking for? Let's talk about it tomorrow morning when I say goodbye! It's a little late at night, Your Majesty should go to bed......" Fushuang secretly poked Zhan Qingdong's ass with his toes. The emperor's temperament is uncertain, and he still doesn't dare to figure it out after following him for so many years. He knew why the Nine Emperor Princes came, but Fushuang also knew that "that brand" was bound to become an ornament today...... Contend? That's at the risk of Ryuyan's wrath!

"I'm here to beg for something...... The concubine had been bathing and changing her clothes for two or three hours. I want to ask my father for a favor, it's ......good to set up the 'Xiaoxiang Pavilion' today," biting his lip, Zhan Qingdong said with a sigh.

"Oh, very filial child? Hmph, you're going to make up your mind for me, aren't you? With a cold snort, Zhan Lingxiao glanced at his trembling son on the ground from the corner of his eyes. If you want to do it, you have to think about the consequences...... A trace of disdain crossed Zhan Lingxiao's eyes.

"Father...... Child, don't dare, child just feels sorry for his mother's ......" The little body was prostrate on the ground, and his mouth repeatedly told him to spare. "So you only have your mother in your eyes, right?" Zhan Lingxiao scolded.

"The child does not dare to ...... Don't dare to ......" Zhan Qingdong had already heard Zhan Lingxiao's anger, and kowtowed vigorously and banged!

"Fushuang, pull this unfilial son down and beat the 20th board, and demote Mei Zhaoyi, who is competing for favor and disturbing the harem, to the end to 'changing clothes' and 'Xiaoxiang Pavilion'? Just keep it for her! The servants took it back and left only the maid with them......" Zhan Lingxiao's expression returned to calm again, and waved his hand at Fushuang.

Is this the Holy Grace? The Guan nobles who were waiting beside Zhan Lingxiao shivered for no reason. After giving birth to the prince, he still said that he would be abolished, what about himself? There has been no movement in the palace for a year, so won't it be ......

At this time, the metallic sound of armor bumping sounded, and Fu Shuang led the two guards with bright armor to drag out Zhan Qingdong, who was paralyzed into a ball of mud. After a while, I remembered Zhan Qingdong's screams that were still immature and childish.

"Guan'er, didn't scare you, did you? Look at the pale appearance of your little face, come, come to my arms......" Zhan Lingxiao's somewhat old lips were raised, and he hooked his hand at the nobleman of Guan. The expression was still flat, as if he had just stepped on an insignificant ant.

The body trembled slightly, and the waist was no longer soft, and the Guan nobleman's body was stiff in Zhan Lingxiao's arms, with a hint of forced smile on his pale face. The emperor spoils himself, but how long can this pampering last? One-year, two-year ...... In short, there is no ordinary family husband and wife who have come farther! A trace of panic tormented the hearts of the nobles......

"No, the concubine just felt a little cold......" buried his head in Zhan Lingxiao's chest, and the noble man said softly.

As if he didn't feel the trembling of the woman in his arms, Zhan Lingxiao's somewhat old hand swept across the delicate and slender neck of the Guan nobleman, and where the hand passed, the skin that was originally so smooth that it did not linger at all actually bulged up layers of small pimples. Is she afraid of herself? Frowning, Zhan Lingxiao suddenly felt a little bored......

"Fushuang, send the Guan nobles back to the palace......" Zhan Lingxiao nudged the Guan nobles in his arms, and said in a somewhat cold voice. If you are afraid, you have selfishness in your heart, and after a few years, you will be a master of contention...... A little boredom rose in Zhan Lingxiao's heart! (To be continued......)