Jing Jian said it so high-soundingly, don't think she doesn't know, he is jealous.

But so what?

She is the queen mother, the queen mother who is high, and she has no obligation to care about the emotions of a little guard.

She snorted lightly, lowered her head to look at her son who was holding her waist, gently patted her son's shoulder, and whispered: "The queen mother saw that you were looking seriously, and she couldn't bear to disturb it, if you still watched, you will continue to watch, and the queen mother will be with you." ”

"Okay."

Xiao Yuhuan instantly smiled, pulled Su Chengxi to run to the fence of the high platform, looked down, and said with great interest: "Queen Mother, they are very good-looking than swords, and the sons have been watching for half an hour, and many moves have never been seen by the sons." When the sons and daughters are successful, they must also compete with them! ”

His eyes sparkled with brilliance, and his heart was full of longing and yearning.

He admires strength, because his father's martial arts are very high, and he can also do light skills, and he once jumped to the top of the palace with a light leap with him. In his vague memory, after the palace banquet of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the queen mother would let his father and son jump to the highest part of the palace with their mother and son, while watching the moon, chatting and eating moon cakes, and drinking a pot of mellow osmanthus brew.

Because he was still young, his mother did not allow him to drink.

But his father was very indulgent to him, thinking that boys should practice drinking from an early age, not to mention that with his father's presence, even if he was drunk, it would be fine.

Whenever this happened, he would drink more, and when he was drunk, he would obediently lie in his father's arms and fall asleep.

He missed that time.

But he also seemed to realize that the departure of his father was also a very sad thing for his mother, so he ...... Even if he wanted to know the whereabouts of his father, he didn't dare to ask his mother anymore.

Su Chengxi saw that the excited expression on his son's face gradually became lost, his eyes flashed slightly, he touched his son's little head worriedly, leaned closer, and asked softly, "What's wrong Huan'er?" Why are you suddenly unhappy? ”

Xiao Yuhuan shook his head, a smile reappeared on his face, and said, "It's not much, Erchen just thinks that Erchen doesn't have many moves, and I don't know when I can compare to them." ”

"Don't worry, you're still young, as long as you work hard enough, the queen mother believes that you will be able to beat them in the future."

Su Chengxi smiled and comforted: "After all, you are the emperor." ”

Xiao Yuhuan patted his chest happily and said: "What the queen mother said is right, the sons are the emperor, and they will definitely be stronger than them in the future." ”

It's just that I don't know if he will be able to see his father on that day.

Jing Jian was keenly aware that his son was lying, but he didn't know why, although he was smart enough and knew his son well, but it was a little difficult to figure out the child's ever-changing mind.

That's not the most important thing, though.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell sharply on Jiang Hao's body, if he didn't know that Jiang Hao was loyal to Su Chengxi and had some use, the amazing brilliance in his eyes when he looked at Su Chengxi was enough for Jingjian to kill him one hundred and eighty times.

He was a man, and he knew very well what it meant behind a man's stunning gaze at a woman.

He minded that.

made him almost unable to suppress the violent factor in his heart, and wanted to make this eye-catching Jiang Hao completely disappear by Su Chengxi's side in an instant.

Jiang Hao was not afraid, but his face was ugly and he looked at Jing Jian, his eyes were full of warning and defense, and he gritted his teeth and said silently: "I will always keep an eye on you." ”

The corners of Jing Jian's mouth hooked up the arc of mockery, and a sneer overflowed from his throat.

The gloomy eyes were like the fire of hell, dancing with a treacherous and cold aura.

As if to say, what are you, and you deserve it?