The little persimmon giggled: "Cute...... Lovely. ”

He used his little arm to hug Yue Jianxi and held her in his arms: "It's fun." “

He looked at the assassination guard kneeling on the ground with sparkling eyes, touched Yue Jianxi's little paws and said innocently: "It's fun, it's fun." Killing people is fun. ”

Yue Jianxi wanted to pinch his tender and lovely face with her hand, but when she stretched it out, she found that her claws were sharp, so she had to rub her head against his chin, making the little persimmon squeak and laugh.

"Little persimmon, what should I do with this person?" The guard at the gate respectfully asked.

Yue Jianxi was a little incomprehensible, why hadn't she seen her for a few months, these guards were so respectful to the little persimmon.

He's just a baby less than two years old, is this kind of thing appropriate for him?

She didn't want her son to take on so many things so early, and children should have the fun of being children.

"Scratching your face, it's fun to scratch your face." The little persimmon turned her head to look at Yue Jianxi and smiled at her: "You like to scratch your face......"

That's your mother, I can only scratch my face now, okay, what I prefer is to kick him and cut him off.

If she dares to hurt her son, she will dare to fight with her life.

"Little persimmon means to scratch his face so that he doesn't even know his father?" The guard at the gate asked, confused.

The little persimmon nodded, jumped off the bed, and walked a little unsteadily, but hugged the little silver fox tightly: "You deal with it, I want to take the little fox to play." ”

The assassinating guard was quickly taken down, and Yue Jianxi wanted to ask the main envoy on the spot, but she couldn't speak.

Xiao Wu, who stayed in the mansion, should be able to deal with these things.

But she was worried that if Empress Dowager Duan could buy off one of the guards, then she might buy more.

If this man is destroyed, there is no proof of his death.

Granny Chen put on a small cloak with a tiger head hat for the little persimmon, wrapped him tightly, and said: "Little persimmon, it should be bathed......

"Come back and bathe again, nurse, I'm going to take the little fox to play."

The little persimmon said to the nurse in a milky voice, with a trace of non-refusal in her voice, and the little person already spoke with a compulsion.

Yue Jianxi sighed, sure enough, time flies, but in such a short time, the little persimmon is already so powerful.

She's a little incompetent.

Yue Jianxi writhed twice in his arms and jumped down.

The little persimmon didn't care about her, and went out with a group of maids and nurses, and Yue Jianxi followed with a fox tail.

The maids were afraid that he would freeze, so they gathered around him, blocking the wind and rain, and the little persimmon walked forward silently, as if there was no specific destination, just moving forward vigorously.

He is still small, and he walks in the crowd with a small cloak, but he still has the air of standing out from the crowd.

Yue Jianxi sighed again, alas, her son seems to have grown up.

If she hadn't arrived, maybe he wouldn't have been stabbed by the man.

She had such an idea.

She has a bit of mixed feelings in her heart, he can do this, and she doesn't have to worry about being bullied at a young age.

But she was worried that he would not be happy.

It's not for the sake of need, who wants to make themselves mature and sophisticated, and oppress others at a young age.

The little persimmon stopped at the door of Yue Jianxi and Lian Yusheng's room, Yue Jianxi looked up and saw the door in a trance.

How many memories did she and Lian Yusheng have here, so sweet and beautiful.

Once she thought that it would be a lifetime, Lian Yusheng loved her so much, even when she was old, she had a son by her side and property to rely on, so she didn't have to be afraid of anything.