Sensing the vague threat in his words, Yi Mengmeng raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to worry about the name, you will take care of the next two questions, I'm not interested." So, I want to ask if you still have a reward in your hand? ’

[Host, there is no reward for not doing the task haha] The slightly slightly touched the back of his head and sloppily when he suddenly raised the alarm bell in his heart.

So, there will be no tasks in the future. The eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and they returned to their original state before they even noticed.

[uh......] I remembered that Xiao Hei was scattered all over the world, and I remembered that my host identity was slightly stuck.

So you can relax and take a vacation. As if he didn't see a slight embarrassment, Yi Mengmeng's eyebrows suddenly bent.

[No, host, listen to me, it's actually ......]

Actually, it wasn't anything after entering the in-person visit last night, it was just a kiss to Da Bao'er. ’

[Well, host, can you tell me who you are in it?] I was slightly surprised by Yi Mengmeng's sudden words, but I didn't want to believe it.

'Why do you want to tell you?' Seeing the system's nervous little eyes, Yi Mengmeng glanced at it and returned to the pen and paper in his hand.

This is a pen host!

glanced at Yi Mengmeng, who seemed to be immersed in the world of paper and pen, and briefly saw that he said [It's a white cat, right?] After that, Yi Mengmeng's little expression was slightly revealed, and he turned around and ignored it. It's just that the grievances around him are as thick as high-concentration salt water, salty and astringent.

Time flies, spring goes to autumn, and two years have passed quietly before you know it.

But what it brings to some people is endless joy.

"Mother Empress~"

Seeing the stumbling little figure pounced like a bird, Yi Mengmeng stood in place and did not move, her face was still as cold and hard as the one engraved on it in recent years, but the hands behind her unconsciously let go and closed.

Although the impact of the child weighing dozens of pounds is small, it cannot be ignored, but the slim and tall person does not seem to feel it, seeing the child pounce on his lap, the hand behind his back is not held back after all, he picked up the child, said a few words to the person behind him, and strode into the distance.

"What did you learn today?" A deep voice sounded, with an imperceptible gentleness.

"The three-character scripture learned in the morning, the ...... learned in the afternoon" The tender voice was high-spirited, and the crystal eyes looked at the tall woman, like a little milk dog eager for praise, and kept wagging its tail.

"Go back and write a few words to the Mother."

"Hmm, mother, Xiang'er has been practicing for a morning~" His hands were sore.

Hearing this, Yi Mengmeng looked down at the little milk baby in her arms and did not make a sound.

Seeing the queen mother's calm gaze, Yi Xiangqing's neck shrunk, and Cancan showed a smile of millet teeth: "So when I write to the mother emperor, it will definitely be much better than before." ”

The two-year-old child is not clever, knows how to please the cold-faced and soft-hearted woman, and gently tugs the hem of the woman's wide clothes as he speaks, and his eyes are as cute as a Pekingese dog.

[This kid has a really strong desire to survive~] Seeing this scene, he just came back from walking outside and sighed slightly.

'Do you have a strong desire to survive?' ’

[Strong, very strong, strong can immediately become deflated, haha~] Seeing the death gaze that his host glanced at, he immediately changed his mouth slightly.

I just want to scold my mother: I don't know if this evil pen host has mutated, and it has become more and more ruthless in the direction of ghost animals in recent years, especially after the end of each "visit", the face is gloomy, so that it doesn't dare to speak when she is awake now.

It's fucking wicked~

But when it comes to visiting: [Host, by the way, tonight is the last time to visit~]

The trembling voice struggled desperately under the low pressure to find a place.

Sure enough, sure enough, it knew that this host would go berserk!

Seeing the gloomy face of the moment, he hid in the corner and shivered slightly, not daring to squeak.

"The Mother? What happened to you? ”

The white little hand pulled at his face, no matter how gloomy and bad the mood was, Yi Mengmeng could only suppress the throbbing pain in his heart, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "It's okay, come down and go by yourself." ”

Yi Xiangqing saw the imperial study that was about to arrive, pouted, and secretly glanced at the mother emperor with a sudden change in complexion, did not resist as usual, and walked forward with little short legs. But his hand was hooked upward.

Sensing the small soft hand that suddenly entered her hand, Yi Mengmeng was slightly stunned, and then clenched her little fat hand.

I heard the ringing in my ears [Host, children are the most emotionally sensitive. With these words, the hand that touched the big knife slowly retracted.

The one who had been staring at it saw the movement slightly, and immediately blinked his sour eyes, but fortunately it was clever.

"Mother, it's okay~"

The little milk baby holding a piece of rice paper jumped out of the chair and ran to the person at the big table next to her.

As a result, after the rice paper, it was a long time of calm.

[Aha, laugh at me~ This ...... This...... It's so cute. 】

Yi Mengmeng, who had already drawn out the big knife, silently withdrew it again, staring at the ghost drawing talisman in his hand without blinking.

Desperately on the edge of the desire to survive to explore the slightly: Whew~

Direction to the paper in his hand, Yi Mengmeng looked down at the radish head. The sparkling eyes were light-colored, just like her father, and the string in her heart fluctuated slightly, and the words of criticism were not said in the end: "Good job, but there is still a lot of room." ”

"Well, Xiang'er will work hard!"

Feeling the strength above his head, the child nodded fiercely, and his chubby cheeks swung out a wave of lines, which was extremely cute.

[Host, are you really going to do that?] 】

Looking at the direction where the small figure could no longer be seen, Yi Mengmeng's mind flashed that even if it tried its best last night, it didn't let him escape the scene, like a sculpture, and it didn't move for a long time.

[Host, give me the right words.] 】

Is everything in the presence real? ’

Hearing this somewhat familiar sentence, he was slightly stunned when he was looking for an answer, and the next moment he understood: [This is natural, after all, the premise of being there is a real memory. 】

'Well, I see'

[No, you know, you know, you haven't responded to what I asked you? 】

'Hmm. ’

A short syllable, an affirmative answer.

While complaining that the host is becoming less and less like her at the beginning, she can't help but worry a little: [But what about Xiang'er? 】

That chubby little doll, how can this host be willing to give up?

'How much time do you take on vacation?' ’

[This, there should be a year or two left.] 】

Thinking of the results obtained through these years of persistent struggle, I am not very sure of the response.

'Enough! ’

What do you mean?

"Your Majesty, Zeguo's attack on Chiyi has nothing to do with our country, if we come to our aid, we will definitely be caught by Zeguo." The old but still high-spirited and powerful voice resounded in the court, although this voice was generous and powerful, but it only represented the opinion of a small number of people, and the scene that had been echoed by a hundred people in the past no longer existed.

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