Chapter 1250 The Emperor Said He Was Dying

Behind him, a familiar aura approached, wrapping Liu Yusheng into his arms.

"Now that you're done with your work, should you have time to spend time with me?" The man's chin rested on her shoulder, his voice was always so faint, but she could hear his joy, infected by the atmosphere in the courtyard.

Slightly turning his eyes to look at the side face of the man in front of him, Liu Yusheng asked with a smile, "During this time, you are taking your son to open up wasteland every day. You are also very busy, are you done?"

"I'm done, don't underestimate your man." The circled land is not too big, less than three acres, and it can't be finished in half a month. How useless are they?

"It's all over, I probably can't spend time with you," Liu Yusheng seemed helpless, before the man raised his eyebrows, "Tomorrow is busy farming, and I have to go to the fields to harvest rice."

"..."

"Also, the old lady discovered the blisters on our son's hands. You may not have a good life in the next few days. Do you want to go out to avoid the limelight like the second brother?"

"..." Feng Qingbai gritted his teeth, "That little bastard, he deliberately didn't apply the medicine last night!"

After applying the medicine, can you still see blisters?

He said when did that little bastard stop working hard, so he was waiting here!

During the busy farming season, if he ran out to avoid the limelight, the big guys would drown him with spit stars! He can't run away, he has to stay home and work. He could only grit his teeth and endure what he would suffer next.

Alright, Feng Nanmo, he will play tricks with his father!

Squinting his eyes, he found the little boy in the old lady's arms pretending to be a good grandson in the crowd. In the dark, he could even see the little boy looking towards him, turning him into a king of contempt!

Feng Qingbai laughed angrily, he guessed that the little boy would not go back to the courtyard to sleep tonight. Afraid of the butt blooming.

Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, the little bastard is no more stupid than anyone in the compound.

The liveliness of the Liu Family Courtyard lasted until very late. After the crowd dispersed, the courtyard was filled with the aftertaste of fruit wine.

And Mrs. Liu's announcement confirmed Feng Qingbai's previous guess. The little boy will sleep with his mother-in-law tonight, so he won't go back to the courtyard.

After the announcement, before returning to the main room, Mrs. Liu smiled at Feng Qingbai with her hands on her hips.

Feng Qingbai, "..."

The brat must have told him other crimes.

Is this still in a good mood?

Back in the room, seeing the precious daughter sleeping beside her mother, waiting for her father, Feng Qingbai's anger dropped two levels. Just as he was about to go to accompany his wife and daughter, someone knocked on the window.

"Master, this is the fourth letter from the capital."

"What did you say?" Holding back, Feng Qingbai asked.

"The emperor said he was dying."

"The first letter said you were bored, the second letter said you were lonely, the third letter said you were bored, and this time you said you were going to die?" Slowing down his tone, not wanting to scare his daughter, Feng Qingbai suppressed his anger and lowered his voice. The voice chuckled, "Reply, tell him to give me a dream after he dies, when the time comes, the king will return to Beijing to help him choose a good heir!"

Wei Zi, "Yes." Returning to the wing room in the front yard, he wrote a reply blankly, according to the master's account, word for word.

Wei Lan squeezed in from the outside, poked his head next to him, saw what was written in the letter, and clicked his tongue, "The emperor is really miserable. After reading this letter, do you think the emperor will be scared to pee? Boss, In fact, you deliberately chose to report to the master when he was in a bad mood, right? Then the master's anger will be directed at the emperor. You are brilliant at killing people with a knife!"

Take the sealed letter to Wei Lan's face, "Send it."

Tore off the letter on his face, and watched the man turn around and go out to return to his post, Wei Lan called at the man's back, "Hey boss, you haven't answered my question just now! I said you've been guarding for a day and you still want to go back? Isn't there Wei Wei? Orange them? Can’t you take a break? If you’re too tired, you’ll age prematurely! You’re not young at all, but when you grow older, you won’t be able to find anyone who wants to retire! You think you’re me, you have an ageless face Well!……"

Wei Zi didn't respond to the conversation, but Wei Hong couldn't bear it anymore, and rubbed a piece of paper to stuff the man's mouth.

"Bah bah! What are you doing! I'm just joking with the boss! Look at your rudeness, the corners of my mouth are scratched by paper balls! You don't know how tender my skin is!"

"Tender skin? I don't think anyone has the same old skin as you, old and thick."

"Hey, what's wrong with me? The boss and I are brothers who lived and died together, can't we talk anymore?"

"Shut up, are you still in a good mood?" After staring at the man silently, Wei Hong glanced in the direction where the boss left, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

The man has no eyesight, so he jumps out of everything.

The boss is the leader of the hidden guard, unlike her and Wei Lan, he doesn't get back if he wants to. It's a bit of a joke, no matter how close the relationship with the boss is, it shouldn't be said.

That's not joking, it's poking at the boss's sore spot.

In the back, the shoulder was poked by a man, "Da Hong, what are you thinking? I think you have something to hide from me."

"You sense something is wrong."

"Impossible, I may have a problem with anyone, but it is absolutely impossible for you, otherwise I can become your man?"

The corners of Wei Hong's mouth could not be restrained raised, and quickly retracted.

This person is said to be thick-hearted, but he can always soften your heart when you don't expect it. This was probably why she was with him.

Backhanded, pulled the man's ear, "Go back and rest obediently, and run around at night and break your legs."

"..."

The noise fell silent, and the Liu family compound gradually became quiet, with only the moonlight and the slow flow.

Wei Zi hid in a corner of the compound, with one hand resting on the back of his head, looking up at the full moon, his deep eyes were as dark as the sky and night, without showing any emotion.

At a farm hundreds of miles away, at this moment, someone is also looking at the moon sky.

However, compared to the man's unfathomable eyes, these eyes can see everything at a glance, clear and pure.

There were light footsteps behind her, the woman turned her head and smiled at the woman walking towards her, "Sister, why are you awake?"

"Tomorrow is busy farming, and the tenants will start harvesting rice. Although we don't have to work in the fields, we still have to help my brother collect the rent. If you don't rest at this time, how can you have the energy to deal with it tomorrow?"

"Yes, I am in good spirits." Liu Ya grinned, "Sister, go to bed first, I will go in after sitting down for a while."

Liu Ye didn't move, standing behind the woman, looking at her back sitting under the eaves, her eyes were complicated, and after a while, she asked, "Liu Ya, are you really going to Xinghua Village?"

Liu Ya immediately turned her head back and nodded heavily at her, "I'm going, I've already told my parents, and they all agreed!"

"When you look around like this, have you ever thought that others may not be so happy to see you? After all, you don't know anything. Do you want to be a petite guest when you go to someone's house?" "I'm not a petite guest, I can work! I can Washing, cooking, chopping firewood, I can do any job, I don’t eat for nothing!”

Liu Ya was in a hurry. It's not that she can't do anything, she can work for food!

It's so easy to hear someone say that the prince and concubine have returned to Xinghua Village to stay. Uncle Wei must be with the prince, so she must go to Xinghua Village!

She must go!

My daily goal is 12,000, but I can only write 8,000 a day. I feel that there must be something wrong. This is wrong...why? I want to find out why! Little goblins, see you tomorrow afternoon, good night...