Little Mutu looked at her close at hand, and was forced to take a step back, but still respectful:

"The princess is the master, and Mutu is the slave, so you can't mess with the rules."

"Okay, the master and the slave are, right?"

Qiqi pursed his mouth, as if he was really angry,

"Then I order you now, call me Qiqi in the future, and don't call me Princess, do you hear?"

Little Mutu was generalized, his eyes were lowered, his expression was indifferent, silent, neither agreed nor denied, as if he thought that this was just another whim of 771, as long as he ignored it, it would soon pass.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Qiqi became even more angry, she threw the book in her hand to the ground, pinched her waist with both hands, and her voice became more and more sharp:

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me? Didn't you say you were a minion? Shouldn't the slave obey his master's words? What are you calling? ”

Little Mutu's eyes became darker and darker, and his small hands slowly clenched into fists, as if he was trying to hide something.

Seeing that the two were at an impasse, Lin Ling'er hurriedly came out to relieve the siege.

She walked up to the two with a smile and said:

"Oops, hey, it's early in the morning, I said why my ears hurt so much, it turned out that I was quarreled with by your two friends!"

At all times, little Mutu was always the one who could put himself in the right position, and when he saw the queen coming, he quickly knelt down to say goodbye, and never broke the rules.

Before he could kneel, Lin Ling'er had already grabbed his thin shoulders and helped him up.

She squatted down and looked at little Mutu intently, he was so handsome, with the bewitching beauty of the clouds on his face, and he did not lack Mutu's heroic and capable, although he was a little thinner due to his previous poor nutrition, but it was difficult to hide his slender and good figure.

If his father hadn't been killed by Nangong Jue because of her, if her mother hadn't been arrested by Nangong Jue and then died tragically in prison, if Tuoba Jiuxiao hadn't killed Nangong Qingfeng and captured Daegu, he should also be a descendant of the Daegu royal family and enjoy a supreme position.

But now, he is living as a minion, sensible, always remembering his position, never taking a step beyond Lei Chi, such a he, makes her feel distressed.

Little Mutu looked at the gentle queen in front of him puzzled, and didn't understand why she looked at him like this, and suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly said:

"The slave deserves to die, disturbed the queen, and asked the queen for forgiveness."

He said that he was about to kneel again, but Lin Ling'er insisted on holding him and not letting him kneel, holding back the sadness in his heart, and said with a smile:

"Mutu, in Jingci Palace, you don't have to be so restrained, just treat it as your own home, don't kneel at every turn, you know, I don't like those red tapes."

She turned to Qiqi and said,

"Just like Qiqi said, you are good friends, so you can call each other by name in the future."

"No, minion ......"

Little Mutu reflexively wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by her:

"Mutu, it's better to do this, I will accept you as a righteous son, and in the future, you will be Qiqi's brother-in-law, you can call me the queen mother, and you can call her Qiqi openly, is that okay?"

"Righteous brother?"

Little Mutu's heroic eyebrows were furrowed, although he was young, he had read a lot, and he knew very well what it meant to be the queen's adopted son.

Qiqi kept staring and listening, and at this moment he heard that Xiao Mutu could call the queen mother like her, and he could also call her name, and he couldn't help jumping up with joy:

"Okay, okay, let's do it, Mommy's method is really good."

She tugged at little Mutu's sleeve and said,

"Hmph, Mutu, do you dare not scream this time? Scream, scream, call me seventy-seven......"

Qiqi smugly shook his sleeve, waiting for him to call her name.

Xiao Mutu glanced at her without leaving a trace, and then suddenly broke free of Lin Ling'er's hands and knelt down:

"The slave thanks the queen for her grace, but although the slave is adopted by the father-in-law and is not his own, the slave does not dare to be the master of such a major matter, and he still needs to show his father-in-law, wait for the father-in-law to decide, and ask the queen to forgive the sin."

Lin Ling'er looked at him, at a young age, he did so impeccable no matter when and what he did, even if he refused, he refused so much that people had nothing to say.

How can such a child not be liked and distressed?

She nodded and said:

"Okay, I respect your opinion, get up quickly."

"Thank you, Queen."

Little Mutu stood up respectfully, but kept his head down and did not look at anyone, even though he had expected Qiqi to lose his temper again.

Sure enough, Qiqiyi stomped his feet, and his little mouth immediately pouted:

"Hmph, stinky Mutu, bad Mutu, I'll never come to you again!"

After that, she didn't look at Mutu, and ran to her dormitory with her feet up, but was caught off guard by the sleeves of her clothes.

I couldn't run, so I had to turn around, only to see that the person who pulled her was none other than Xiao Mutu.

This pull, her anger seems to have disappeared by half:

"What are you pulling me for?"

Little Mutu finally raised his eyes to look at her, but he was still respectful, and asked calmly:

"Doesn't the princess have a word she doesn't know to ask the minion?"

When he asked, Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he remembered what he said, but said stiffly:

"Hmph, I don't want to know now."

Little Mutu didn't say anything, silently walked over and picked up the book on the ground, brushed off the dust on it, and turned to the page that Qiqi had just read very accurately.

Qiqi pretended not to care, but in fact, he kept peeking at him, and when he saw him coming over with a book, he immediately turned his face away.

Little Mutu pointed to the words on the book and said:

"Princess, isn't that the word?"

In the end, it was a child, Qiqi's eyes immediately widened:

"How do you know it's this?"

Little Mutu said quietly:

"This book is exactly the same as the one of the minions that the princess made flowers yesterday, and the minions have already read it dozens of times, how can they not know?"

Qiqi was said to be in the middle of the mind, and immediately rushed to quibble:

"You, don't think about it, I didn't specifically come to you, when you read this book yesterday, I found it quite interesting, so I found it to read, just read it casually."

Little Mutu lowered his head and smiled, he really didn't admit himself.

If he hadn't specially found it for him, how could he stand outside his window early in the morning and read? He deliberately didn't come out, just to see when she could read, so she didn't usually study, and it didn't hurt to read more.

Obviously, he deliberately found a book to give to him and begged him for peace, but he refused to admit it, just let her be a few months younger than him.

"Then does the princess still want to read?"

When he looked up again, he had already changed into his usual indifferent face, as if he was indifferent to everything, and seemed to be confident about everything.

Seventy-seven snatched the book from his hand and raised his eyebrows proudly:

"Of course, why don't you come and teach me quickly?"

She jumped forward with the book in her hand, her face already blooming.

Xiao Mutu did not forget to say goodbye to Lin Ling'er, so he followed steadily.

Lin Ling'er looked at the backs of the two children, and felt indescribable comfort in her heart, but inexplicably, there was an inexplicable worry.

Xiao Mutu has been knowledgeable since he was a child, and he is good at Qiqi, he is really a rare talent.

If he can still be like this when he grows up, it is good, but if one day he knows his life experience, will he blame Tuoba Jiuxiao and her?

Originally, the two childhood sweethearts will turn against each other in the future because of the grievances of the previous generation?

She really didn't want to see that happen, if his parents were still alive...... Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of Nangong Jue, if it weren't for him...... Forget it, he has done too many bad things, and now he has been punished, what's the use of blaming him?

It's just that she really wants to know how he is doing now that he has become a waste and has been imprisoned forever? With Yan Linglong by his side, does he know what love is?

At lunchtime, Tuoba Jiuxiao returned to Jingci Palace, as before, no matter how big the palace was, only this was his home.

Thinking of the long-lost intensity last night, Lin Ling'er was a little shy when she saw him, and the corners of her eyebrows and lips were so thick that she couldn't dissolve a coquettish smile, which made him feel so impressed.

Finally patiently finished his lunch, he immediately dismissed his subordinates and hugged her unexpectedly as she sorted out the drawings on the table.

Her back was ironed against his chest, where the strong muscles supported her body, making her feel hot and shrunk a little.

But I don't know that women's little trembling and resistance are all men's autiophiles, which will only make them want more.

He wrenched her body and kissed her impatiently, she ducked back, but he pressed her against the bookcase, and the drawings that had just been sorted out scattered again, falling to the ground with the tulle he had stripped off, as if shy butterflies were secretly looking up at their intimacy.

She gasped, her hands pushing against his chest, the scent of the fragrance spraying on his neck:

"What are you going to do?"

He kissed her on the lips and hoarsely voiced:

"Knowingly asked."

"I don't know."

She grinned, dodging his kiss.

He clamped her chin, bit her lip, and slurred two words:

"I want you."

She bit back on his, hissed lightly, and smiled:

"If you want, you can do two things."

She held out two fingers and shook them in front of him.

As soon as he grasped it and pressed it against his chest:

"Intensify it."

"Will you say yes?"

She raised her chin arrogantly, last time, she asked for the brocade box sent by Amo Li in this situation, and he would not refuse this time.

"Tell me about it."

He didn't say yes right away, but the kissing didn't stop.

But I don't know, a man like him, if she doesn't want to, how can she threaten him?

But she said confidently:

"First, I want to take little Mutu as a righteous son; Second, I want to go out of the palace to see Nangong Jue. What do you think? ”

The words fell, and his movements stopped.