Looking at the layers of blood cloth, Bei Jian's heart twitched unconsciously, his brows were deeply locked, his eyes kept falling in the direction of Mu Yunhuan, she gritted her teeth with a stubborn expression, and her weak but unyielding eyes......

He didn't notice that there was a pair of clear eyes that had been silently watching him, that is, Xue Yi, her mind was like dust, and she was always able to catch the subtle changes.

She lowered her eyelids silently, her long eyelashes drooping sadly......

"Lord Wang, Lord Wenzhao is auspicious"

With a commotion outside the door, a man in a green brocade robe rushed in.

He looked at Mu Yunhuan who was covered in blood anxiously, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Uncle Huang? What are you doing here? Beijian was stunned and came back to his senses, his eyes full of doubt.

Xue Yini also owed herself at a loss.

"What's going on?" Wen Zhao has a great tendency to ask the teacher for guilt

"I didn't bully her, she bumped into my sword herself" Beijian raised his sword eyebrows, full of disbelief.

"If you don't take her child, she will find you desperately?"

"This is my child too!" Beijian showed no weakness.

"Give the baby back to her!" The two men were already fighting with their eyes at this time, one was as cold as a wolf and the other was as hard as ice.

Beijian slowly broke the silence, and he snorted coldly: "Don't say it's you, Uncle Huang, even if my father is here, it is impossible to get my son back!" He is mine, the son of my Northern Sword! I have the right to decide his future! ”

My son? If a heavy punch hit Wen Zhao's heart, he was indeed speechless!

He clenched his fists tightly, he told himself to be calm and reasonable, and at this time, Beijian picked up the child again, and pinched his pink calves seemingly unintentionally, and the child cried loudly, and the slamming seemed to pinch Wen Zhao's heart, and the pain was indescribable.

And the faint smile of the Northern Sword seemed to declare war on him! His lips were trembling, his nails digging into his big hands, and he was more stern and angry than ever!

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children? He's still that small? Wen Zhao didn't expect him to be like this, could it be that he knew the child's life experience, and he was in a trance for a while, and he couldn't see the hole cards of the Northern Sword at all. He didn't want to show too many suspicions and forcibly calm himself.

"Ahh No! No! Uncle Huang, please leave it alone! Let's go! Yun Huan heard the child's cry, his heart was entangled again, he didn't care about the imperial doctor's bandage, he fell off the bed suddenly, and crawled to his feet at Wen Zhao's feet, begging him to leave.

"My son, my woman! I still don't bother Uncle Huang! Blame the nephew for not sending it! Beijian put down his words fiercely, turned his back, and shook off his purple brocade robe.

Looking at the figure of Beijian Bahu, thinking about his words and words, looking at the woman with tears rippling in front of him, and the child who couldn't recognize each other, Wen Zhao gritted his teeth and held back any word, he knew that if he didn't control his feelings, he might take many people's lives!

"Good!" Wen Zhao also shook off his green brocade robe and strode towards the outside of the main hall, for the first time in his life, the cynical Wen Zhao had a supreme desire for power. If you can't even protect your own flesh and bones, is that still a man?

The hidden ambition in his heart accelerated from this moment, he was no longer the Wen Zhao of the past, and he finally understood that there was no choice in this palace.

Unless it's the pinnacle of that power! The once disdainful light is now the only hope and sunshine for survival!