Shuyi looked down at the little woman who threw herself in his arms, seemingly docile, but in fact, she was desperately ravaging his clothes to vent her anger, and her eyes cooled inch by inch.

In the end, it is as cool as a cold jade.

Her heart hurts terribly?

Oh, I think the monk thinks so much!

A faint snow gradually filled the bottom of his eyes, lined with his knife-like outline, like a lonely moon in a winter night, without the slightest temperature.

"It's okay, the princess is just overthinking. His voice was as cold as snowdrops.

"If you are fine, you will bully me, my mother must think that she is a mother but does not protect her children well, so she is distressed and crying in shame. ”

Sitting on the right side, the young child of the Qing Dynasty, who was competing with a roast leg of lamb longer than his short legs, raised his head from the overlapping plates, and did not hesitate to teach the book in his busy schedule.

Huaxin had never thought her son was so smart, and she knew what she meant without saying anything, which saved her a lot of trouble.

So he hurriedly echoed this kid's words, "It is said that mother and son are connected, and the first child knows me better than you." ”

"Tiger poison does not eat children. Shuyi raised his hand and gently wiped the crystal from the corner of his eyes, and said with a straight face, "When did you see that Wang Zhenbo treated that stinky boy." ”

"Then you ......" Huaxin suddenly reached out and climbed Shuyi's jade neck, and whispered in his ear, "Believe it or not, he is your child." ”

Shuyi also immediately straightened his expression, and said with a serious face, "If you don't believe it, how can you allow him to be so presumptuous." ”

He's not a generous man!

"Well, faith, that's easy. Huaxin got up from Shuyi's arms, picked up the jade chopstick, knocked it three times at the marigold, and said with a lazy smile, "Everyone here will be a witness to this seat, and today this seat will make a promise to His Royal Highness King Yi." ”

Everyone stopped and looked at the painting.

Huaxin glanced around the people sitting one by one, stretched out his hand and pulled the happy Qing Chu Xiao'er from his banquet table into his arms, looked at Shuyi and said, "This seat wants you to promise this seat, no matter how many children you have in the future, you must treat my son Qingchu well." ”

Shuyi looked at the painting heart, his eyes shrank, and his heart sank.

Although she didn't say a word about leaving, he knew that she was leaving.

A look of amazement instantly appeared in his eyes, and Shuyi wanted to say that he would not have any other children in his life, but his throat choked and he couldn't say a word.

Heart...... If you leave, I'll be completely alone...... No matter how prosperous the world is, no matter how many women you stuff me...... None of them are in my eyes!

"You can't agree to such a small request, and you are embarrassed to keep saying that you love my mother. Don't you know what it means to love a house and a black house?"

Shuyi didn't answer, Xiao Qingchu, who felt that he was disliked, was anxious before the painting heart, and his eyes stared at Shuyi with dark eyes.

This is related to his position in Wuxin in the future, how can he not be in a hurry.

The little guy kept slandering in his heart, this thief really refused to be kind to him! Hmph, when he found the monk's father, he didn't bother to pay attention to this thief!

The frown of the painting heart is also due to Shuyi's silence...... Crumpled into a ball.

She slowly straightened up her prodigal body, stared at Shuyi with a straight face, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a touch of arc, not a smile, nor a ridicule, but a kind of resoluteness, fierce and cold.

She said loudly, "This seat is not begging you, but, threatening you!"

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