Feng Xiaowu and Chang Huaiyuan cheered.

"General Mu, here and here! We're here! ”

There are carriages!

When the time comes, they will be able to ride in the carriage with Yanbao.

There is no need to worry about Yan Bao being taken away by His Majesty Beiyuan.

Xiao Yanbao, who was asleep, was woken up, and opened his eyelids with difficulty to take a look.

"Doudou~"

The little milk sound is muffled, and then it is a very cute little purr.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Mu Ling turned over and dismounted, took three steps and made two steps to Fu Ling'an.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan."

When he was about to take Xiao Yanbao over, Fu Lingan avoided it very naturally.

"I'm holding it!"

Mu Ling looked at his scattered hair, even if he couldn't see the blood on his clothes at night, he could still smell some blood.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you are injured."

Lu Huaijin hurriedly rushed over.

"Your Majesty, where are you hurt?"

His Majesty walked very steadily just now, and there was nothing wrong with his expression, Lu Huaijin subconsciously thought that His Majesty was not injured.

Fu Ling'an raised his finger and showed Mu Ling the blood marks on his fingertips.

"General Mu is a little later, and the wound on my finger will heal."

Lu Huaijin: "......"

Your Majesty, you speak like this...... It's easy to pull hatred.

Lu Huaijin hurriedly coughed twice to help his majesty explain.

"General Mu, Your Majesty has no other meaning, Your Majesty ......"

Mu Ling confessed frankly.

"It's true that I'm late, sorry."

Lu Huaijin: "......"

Fu Ling'an: "In the future, I hope that in addition to this group of children, there will also be adults like General Mu." ”

Before Mu Ling could explain, Feng Xiaowu hurriedly spoke.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, you misunderstood, it was Uncle Ji who took us out to play."

Chang Huaiyuan echoed.

"That's right! But Uncle Ji doesn't like to be lively, it seems that there is something temporary, so let's play by ourselves. He left us little paper figures, and there is a real danger that the little paper figures can protect us. ”

Fu Ling'an's face sank.

"Who is Uncle Ji?"

Mu Lingfengmian and others spoke in unison.

"Yanbao's biological father."

Fu Ling'an: "......"

Fu Ling'an's yin owl's eyes were instantly stained with a trace of fire.

"Yanbao's biological father? What is it called? ”

The wind is small, and the five people have a small mouth.

"Ji Wuchen! His father and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty both called him the head of the Ji family. ”

Fu Ling'an squinted coldly.

"The head of the Ji family?"

Mu Ling explained lightly.

"A hundred years ago, the head of the Ji family, the first family of the hidden witch clan."

Fu Ling'an's squinted eyebrows showed a little stunned.

"The head of the first family of the Hidden Wu Clan, Ji Wuchen?"

That was not the previous head of the Ji family.

Moreover, the emperors of the Beiyuan Dynasty knew the biggest secret of the first family of the hidden witch clan, and every heir who was chosen by the ancestors of the Ji family would bear the curse that the Ji family had endured for thousands of years.

In the line of the Ji family of the Wu clan, it is said that there was a bad relationship between the ancestors, and finally angered the gods and cursed them.

The curse will be fulfilled by choosing the strongest of the descendants of the Ji family with the spirit of the ancestor of the Ji family.

It is said that for thousands of years, every head of the Ji family could not survive.

Because the curse of the gods of the Ji family is too strong, even if he is the strongest heir of the Ji family, in the end, he will either become a demon and be strangled by the clansmen or sleep forever, or finally he can't bear the severe pain caused by the curse and chooses to commit suicide.

How could his sister have a relationship with such a person?

Didn't the Ji family disappear a hundred years ago?

Yan Bao is so powerful, and he has the blood of the Ji family in his body, so will he be chosen as the heir by the spirit of the ancestor of the Ji family, who does not do anything, and bear the curse of the Ji family's inhuman torture?

Fu Lingan seemed to think of something, and quickly looked down at Xiao Yanbao who was sleeping in his arms.

The night was so dark that even if he was very close, it was still difficult to see the little one's forehead.

Feng Mian seemed to guess what Fu Ling'an was looking at, he thought about it and spoke.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, Yan Bao has an extra Netherworld Flower on his forehead."

Fu Ling'an's anger skyrocketed.

The surging anger was so startled that Xiao Yanbao, who was asleep, opened his eyes and subconsciously looked around.

After discovering that the anger came from hugging her uncle Fu Ling'an, the little guy hurriedly hugged his neck and arched affectionately in his arms.

"Dear Doudou, what's wrong with you? Is it a nightmare? ”

Feng Sanlie snorted.

"Yanbao, your uncle didn't sleep, what a nightmare."

Xiao Yanbao sighed.

Big eyes stared at Fu Ling'an.

"Dear Doudou, what's wrong with you? Who you off? ”

Without waiting for Fu Ling'an to speak, Xiao Yanbao shook his fleshy little fist.

"Kiss Doudou, whoever provokes you is not angry, you tell Yan Bao, Yan Bao will help you beat him!"

Although Fu Lingan tried his best to suppress it, the anger and panic in his heart still couldn't be suppressed.

He stared at Xiao Yanbao's forehead.

"Yanbao, your forehead ......"

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly touched his little forehead, and then raised his little chin very stinky and put it in front of Fu Ling'an's eyes to give him a closer look at his forehead.

"Kissing around, Yan Bao has an extra flower on his forehead, isn't it particularly beautiful and beautiful?"

Fu Ling'an: "......"

What a good fart!

This is a flower that can kill the niece of the milk bag!

Fu Ling'an was angry and anxious.

"Yanbao, where is Ji Wuchen?"

Xiao Yanbao finally noticed why Fu Ling'an was angry.

It turned out to be because of Daddy.

The little guy blinked, and the big eyes gurgled and rolled.

"Dear Doudou, do you know who Daddy Yanbao is?"

Miss Feng spoke up urgently.

"I know, I know, let's tell Yanbao about your uncle."

Xiao Yanbao sighed, hugged Fu Ling'an's neck again and rubbed him.

"Kiss around, Daddy is very good, although Daddy came late, but Daddy didn't mean it, he was calculated by the bad guys, and he was asleep for a long time."

"Daddy took Yanbao home that time, and after Yanbao fell asleep, Yanbao saw Daddy standing alone under the largest begonia tree in the yard crying."

"Daddy didn't mean to be late, Daddy he ...... I like A-Niang and Yanbao very much. ”

Fu Ling'an: "......"

He didn't say anything, and the niece of the milk bag explained it to the short-lived ghost father.

Mu Ling spoke at the right time.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, the night breeze is cold, let's get in the carriage first."

Feng Xiaowu and Chang Huaiyuan had already quietly climbed into the carriage in front of them.

The two poked their little heads out of the carriage.

Feng Xiaowu's voice is immature and very cheerful.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty Beiyuan, get in the car first, if there is anything you want to ask, ask in the car, we all know, we can tell you."

Fu Ling'an asked him quietly.

"Then do you know that every head of the Ji family can't survive to stand?"

Feng Xiaowu was dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

Feng Sanlie and Chang Huaiyuan asked Xiao Yanbao at the same time.

"Yanbao, how old is Uncle Ji this year?"

Feng Siling frowned.

"Your Majesty Beiyuan, why can't Uncle Ji survive?"

Feng Mian realized something, and looked at the Nether Flower Print on Xiao Yanbao's forehead, which was barely visible at night.

"Is it related to the Nether Flower that symbolizes the identity of the head of the Ji family?"