Daddy can achieve the position of the prime minister of a country, and Youfeng has no doubt about his ability, but what has happened in the past few days is almost about to subvert all her cognition, making her feel that she knows nothing and knows nothing.

Who is Daddy, where is he from, and how did he become the Minister of Xixue at such a young age? And who is her mother in this world?

Also, why has she been in this world for four years and has never heard of a relative existing?

Why did her father take her with him or not allow her to go out for the past four years?

If it weren't for the fact that she relied on her father to enter the palace to play a year ago, she would never have been anywhere except the palace.

It feels terrible to know nothing about Daddy, nothing about the world!

No, she had to go to her father again to ask him what he was hiding from her, why he didn't tell her anything.

"Look at him!" Although this product is seriously injured, but the Tantric Flower Family, the legendary Xiuzhen Family, she has not heard of it, it does not mean that the ability is not good, maybe it is because she is too capable, and no one can find them.

Moreover, the young master of the Tantric Flower Family personally disguised himself as a beggar to approach her, who knows what 'tricks' he has, and this matter is related to the father who is about to go away.

In short, it's better to monitor.

Qiao'er nodded.

"Hey, how can you lock me up!" Seeing that she was leaving, Hua Rongying hurriedly followed, but was blocked by Qiao'er.

Seeing that he was walking away without looking back, it was clear that he would not pay attention to him for the time being, so he suddenly became anxious, and said to the cold-faced little beauty who was blocking him, "Hey, I'm also a guest anyway, how can I treat me like this?" Don't worry, I won't sneak away! Then we had to go around her and go outside.

"Stop!" Qiao'er didn't move her eyebrows, and directly showed her long sword.

The cold gaze fell on Hua Rongying, and immediately he honestly walked back to the bed, and then, lifting the quilt, closing his eyes, and sleeping.

Hearing the sound of the door lock, Hua Langying, who was already 'asleep', hooked her lips lightly, and the purpose had been achieved.

Walking in the corridor and calming down, Yufeng pondered what he had just said, and wanted to do it again by himself.

Dad wiped out all the killers of the Seven Killing Pavilion, although this is possible, if you think about it, it is full of loopholes.

First, where did Daddy have such great ability to single-handedly single-handedly pick up the lair of the killer organization, and still be able to observe Daddy up close without any injuries?

Second, Daddy was not a murderer, and even if those people had hunted her down, there was no reason to kill them all.

Or did Daddy just symbolically kill a few killer members with status in the Seven Killings Pavilion as a warning, and then be framed and blamed?

Actually, it's not impossible.

Third, this young man's purpose is not simple in her opinion, and if he says those words, he may be trying to deceive her!

To sum up··· She'd better go to her father for answers!

…… Dividing line in the clouds......

"Xiangye, you also know that so many pairs of eyes saw the noble little boy coming out of it at that time..." Fan Ximo held his proud mustache and did not hide the light in his eyes, "You better call your little boy out and ask!" ”

Mu Qingtian is extremely handsome, with a white face, no beard, quite young, he looks like a young descendant, people who don't know him, I'm afraid it is difficult to associate him with a country that holds great power and has an iron hand.

Noble boy? Mu Qingtian's eyes moved slightly.

"Since Lord Fan has asked for it, and dozens of lives have been involved, I should cooperate with the investigation!" Mu Qingtian immediately summoned his servants, and he was very happy to call his family's 'noble son'.

Overheard the wind in the corner, gathered the thin clothes on his body, and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the hall wearing a purple soapy official uniform and talking to his father.

Fan Xi, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, looks suspicious of her!

Youfeng naturally heard the voice of her father's words outside the hall, but the 'son' of the Prime Minister's family must put on a show, otherwise how can she use the 'special setting' given to her by her father to get rid of suspicion?

However, after a while, Fan Xi of Dali Temple saw a group of people surrounded by a child about five or six years old, arrogantly walking into the hall.

The people who were surrounded by it, with white clothes and black hair, red lips and white teeth, and a small face with a big palm were more delicate and white than the best ceramics.

The immature and small facial features, delicate and incomparable, at a glance, you can know what kind of upside-down sentient beings will be when she grows up, and how many disasters will be caused to a good girl.

It's just that those two eyes look at the sky, and no one in their eyes is smiling, which destroys this beauty.

Fan Xi couldn't help but look back at the curtain Qingtian who was sitting steadily, "Xiangye, this is..."

"Daddy, what did you call me for?" After shouting at him, Youfeng didn't seem to see that there was another person in the hall, so he went straight to find a chair, and then commanded Nuo Xin to sit on her with her.

It's not that she's lazy, it's just that the chair is too high, and if she climbs up on her own, she won't have any momentum at all.

At the same time, he rolled his eyes in his heart, although his father raised her as a man, but without her consent, he publicized her identity as a 'man', hum.

"This is Lord Shaoqing Fan of Dali Temple!" After Mu Qingtian finished his introduction, he left directly, and went out of the hall, not giving Fan Xi a chance to keep him at all.

......Seeing this scene, Fan Xi was a little confused.

Leaving only a little kid, how is he going to ask?

Looking at the child sitting on the high chair opposite, staring at him without blinking with his moist eyes, Fan Xi suddenly felt a sense of guilt emerge from the bottom of his heart.

So well-behaved and cute (reluctantly, well-behaved!) How could a beautiful child come out of the scene of a murder? They must have read it wrong!

Before Fan Xi could ask her a word, he subconsciously exempted her from suspicion.

However, the next sentence immediately made Fan Xi's face flush with anger, and he almost wanted to fall, but he couldn't refute it, and he couldn't even answer the words.

"Uncle Caterpillar, you've taken two sips of tea, should you pay for the tea first? In case you run away, where do you go to find you? ”

After Youfeng finished speaking, as if to confirm what he had just said, he quickly asked Nuo Xin to carry her down to the high chair, and then commanded the servant to take away the teacup in his hand, walked up to him seriously, raised his chin, and was very arrogant, "You can only drink it after you pay first, the best cloud is very expensive, but for the sake of you and your father as officials in the same dynasty, I will give you a twenty percent discount!" ”

"......" Fan Xi looked confused, as if he hadn't figured out the sudden change of situation.

"Don't understand? Well, who called you so retarded! "There's nothing to do with a beard on your mouth, what are you pretending? Lu Xiaofeng is her male god.

Youfeng glanced at him with disgust, and asked Nuo Xin to carry her to the high chair again.

But this time it was the main seat that only the curtain could sit.

In this regard, the servants who followed her seemed to be surprised, and they were afraid that she would fall, and they tightly surrounded her.

When Fan Heede looked at her again at this time, he felt that she was like a crab, a crab with its nostrils facing the sky—walking sideways in this house.

"Name?"

"Vanheede!"

"Age?"

"Twenty-nine!"

"Official position?"

"Shaoqing of Dali Temple!"

"How much is a month?"

"One hundred and eighty stones!"

"How many pigs are there?"

"Ten heads!"

"How many ducks?"

"Twenty!"

"How many wives?"

“？？？” The bewildered Fan Heede had already formed a conditioned reflex answer, but, after hearing this question, he was confused again, what is... Wife···

Fan Xi opened his eyes and was about to ask what the 'wife' was, but he found that the servants surrounding the little boy were snickering in a low voice, and because of his official position, they didn't dare to make a sound, covering their mouths tightly, and they couldn't help but tremble all over.

Fan Heeded, who had answered fluently, finally came to his senses, realized what he had just said, and his old face was as red as the butt of some animal.

Obviously, he interrogated her, why was her family money taken out by her before she started.

Thinking of what he had just asked and what he answered, Fan Xi's heart couldn't help but be stuffed with lasagna.

Obviously he is from Dali Temple!

"Uncle Caterpillar, pay the tea money, and you can go!" With a wave of her little hand, the servants directly surrounded her, swaggering away like the stars holding the moon.

"Master Fan, it's a total of one hundred taels of silver, do you want to give cash or silver tickets?" Uncle De, the housekeeper, stood aside respectfully and resolutely implemented the wise decision of his 'son'.

Fan Xi, who was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, heard the old housekeeper's words again, and suddenly felt like he had eaten a lot of yellow lotus, so bitter that his eyes and nose were wrinkled.

He will never come again......

However, he can't go yet!

If you take two sips of a cup of tea, it's a hundred taels, and it's still an eight-percent discount.

No matter how precious her tea is, is it fairy water?

Fan Hee had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

"Is it that expensive?" He felt that this little demon king was knocking him off.