Don't say what mood Mu Ling has, that is, he has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and Feng Qingli, who grew up in the deep palace with countless twists and clouds, and countless private affairs, has a cold heart.

Xiao Yanbao is only three years old!

Prick a three-year-old with a needle.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, how painful is Xiao Yanbao?

Gu Qilin, he's a brute!

When Feng Qingli and Mu Ling were shocked by the needle eye on Xiao Yanbao's fingertips, Feng Mian had already staggered over and hurriedly hugged Xiao Yanbao from Feng Qingli's arms.

"Yan Bao is good, don't be afraid of the wind and the pot. It's not that he pricked Yan Bao, but he was afraid that Yan Bao would be poisoned like a wind sleeping pot. ”

Xiao Yanbao cried breathlessly, and her tears flowed.

But she has been bullied by the Gu family's brothers and sisters since she was a child, even if she cries, she doesn't dare to be really presumptuous.

Because she knew that crying too much would only be exchanged for a beating or more pain.

can cry appropriately, and her brothers and sisters may see her crying pitifully and let her go.

So although Xiao Yanbao was crying, he kept paying attention to the changes in the looks of the adults.

The expressions of the emperor's uncle and Uncle Mu Ling were terrifying.

Ye Yuanju was holding a long needle in her hand, and she was terrified when she saw it.

Fengmian is distressed.

Coax her with the gentlest voice.

"Yan Bao is not afraid, Fengmian Pot Pot guarantees that Ye Yuan will not prick Yan Bao again, and will not prick it again, Yan Bao believes that Fengmian Pot is good?"

Xiao Yanbao clung to Fengmian's clothes, and his little head drilled into his arms.

I can't hide my little body in Brother Fengmian's body.

In this way, Ye Yuanju will never be able to stab her again.

She no longer cried loudly, but sobbed silently.

The three years of life in the Xiangfu told her that children can cry, but they must know how to stop in moderation.

Otherwise, you will be beaten, and it will be very miserable and painful!

Xiao Yanbao's crying changed too quickly, and Feng Mian was stunned.

Feng Qingli and Mu Ling finally recovered from their anger, and listened to Xiao Yanbao's cry disappear suddenly, and at the same time quickly looked at Xiao Yanbao.

Xiao Yanbao's senses became especially acute.

The angry faces of the two uncles flashed in their minds, because they were afraid that they didn't even tell that the anger was not directed at her, but at the person who hurt her.

Almost as soon as the two uncles looked at her, her thin and small body shook again.

Feng Mian noticed this and quickly looked at Feng Qingli and Mu Ling.

"Father, General Mu, I'll take Yanbao to the side hall to rest for a while."

Mu Ling spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

"Yanbao, uncle......"

Xiao Yanbao tightly tugged on the sleeves of Fengmian's coat, and the little milk voice was trembling.

"Doudou...... Yan Bao is good, Yan Bao will no longer ask for hang (lie). ”

Feng Qingli and Mu Ling didn't hear what she said later, but they were worried that she would suffocate herself.

He suddenly looked at Ye Yuanju.

Without him asking, Ye Yuan hurriedly spoke.

"Your Majesty, Lord Fu Jin is not poisoned."

Feng Qingli and Mu Ling were stunned in their hearts, but the expressions on their faces were unwavering.

Feng Qingli nodded, then looked at Feng Mian.

"Fengmian, you take Yanbao to the side hall to rest first."

Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Father."

Xiao Yanbao suddenly let go of the little hand that was tugging at his sleeve, struggled out of his arms, and put his hand on her weak little shoulder.

Xiao Niyin was very anxious, and her big watery eyes were full of worry.

"Fengmian Pot is injured, Yanbao helps Fengmian Pot to go!"

At this moment, whether it was Feng Mian, Feng Qingli or Mu Ling, they were all poked into their hearts by Xiao Yanbao's actions.

So sweet!

Too well-behaved!

So sensible!

If it weren't for a very bad time, a three-year-old wouldn't be in this way.

Even when Prince Fengmian was three years old, he would cry and make a fuss when he was unsatisfied.

Even if he scolds, he still cries endlessly.

And Xiao Yanbao ......

Merely noticing that they were looking at her, she stopped crying almost instantly.

I'd rather hold it in my heart than grit my teeth and not cry.

How many beatings do you have to take and how many needles do you have to get before Xiao Yanbao can say that she won't cry if she doesn't cry?

Feng Qingli suddenly felt a pain in his heart like a pinprick.

Gu Qilin!

This livestock!

Seeing Feng Mian take Xiao Yanbao to the side hall, Feng Qingli suddenly got up.

Ordered as he walked out.

"Fu Mingzhong, pass Gu Qilin to the palace to meet you!"

Fu Mingzhong, who had been waiting outside the hall, hurriedly responded.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Mu Ling also hated to pick off Gu Qilin's skin, and when he saw Feng Qing leaving, he glanced sideways at the side hall.

Thinking that Xiao Yanbao was very afraid of them at this time, he hesitated for a moment and took Ye Yuanju out of the hall together, following the footsteps of Feng Qingli.

In the side hall.

I didn't see the two uncles, Xiao Yanbao's slender eyelashes trembled.

Because I cried before, my slender eyelashes are still very wet.

A pair of eyes are big, round, moist, and look exceptionally clear and translucent.

She cautiously looked at her brother Fengmian who was holding her, and felt that she was about to cry again.

But if she still cries, will Brother Fengmian not like her anymore?

Xiao Yanbao tried to hold back, his big eyes were bulging, and his little cheeks were bulging.

But in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yanbao not only had red eyes, but also a white and tender little face with a very clever little nose.

The big moist eyes were full of grievances.

She didn't want to be disgusted by Brother Fengmian, and tried to hold back her crying.

Little by little, my breathing became rapid.

Feng Mian lowered his head, just in time to see Xiao Yanbao's tightly pursed little mouth trembling slightly.

It seems to be trying to hide something.

Gently sitting on the soft couch, he sat down against Xiao Yanbao and looked at Xiao Yanbao with concern.

"Yanbao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yanbao, who was trying to hold back, was breathing a little shorter, and he was still trying to control it.

Feng Mian saw that something was wrong and became even more worried.

"Yanbao, what's wrong? Don't scare Brother Fengmian. ”

Looking at Brother Fengmian, who looked anxious, Xiao Yanbao's tears began to roll in his eyes.

As soon as she spoke, her little milk voice was filled with a thick cry.

"Yanbao...... Crying, will the wind sleep pot pot ...... Don't like Yanbao anymore? ”

Feng Mian shook her head hurriedly and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"How so? Yanbao is a child, and it is cuter for children to cry occasionally. ”

The grievances in Xiao Yanbao's heart came like a flood, and he cried loudly.

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

While crying, she talked about the Xiangfu intermittently.

"In the past, at home, my brothers, sisters and mother were not allowed to cry Yanbao, Yanbao ...... Cry...... Crying a little ...... If you stay longer, you'll be fined. ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Sometimes it's a penalty, more often it's a ...... Prick the hands and ...... with needles and needles and foot ...... Woowoo woo ......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

……

The half-grown boy Fengmian listened, only to feel as if his heart was being pinched by an invisible hand.

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and his facial features were almost deformed.

He seemed to think of something, and looked away when Xiao Yanbao looked at him.