Chapter 1288 That Child

Those punches made everyone watching below feel pain.

Because of Xue Qinglian's firearms, Xue Honglian and Feng Qingbai's two old enemies surprisingly reached an out-of-court settlement.

"I'll call you after I finish that bastard." The expressionless man lying on the roof said.

"If you want to hit me, do you want to accompany me? No." Feng Qingbai raised the end of his eyes lightly, ready to land.

"Yesterday you told Xue Qinglian to wait for him."

"You are different, you are crazy."

Xue Honglian has the urge to wake up Xue Qinglian, Xue Qinglian can be a rascal.

Mrs. Liu watched Feng Qingbai jump down, "Finished the beating? Are you okay? Can Honglian still move?"

Feng Qingbai smiled, "I can still breathe."

"That's fine." Mrs. Liu nodded, and greeted Chen Xiulan and Du Juan's two daughters-in-law, "It's been so noisy all morning, I even forgot to eat. Let's cook first."

The big meal is the biggest in the world, and a group of spectators hula-la dispersed, each waiting to eat.

Since the people on the roof can still breathe, there is nothing to worry about.

Anyway, if you can't die.

There were fights in the compound for three or two days. As a member of the compound, the big guys had long been used to it, and it became natural to get used to it.

Lying on the roof and unable to move, but fortunately she could twist her neck, Xue Qinglian tilted her head to look at the crowd from top to bottom, her gaze fell on Feng Qingbai's back, and she gritted her teeth.

When it landed on Hongdou again, his eyes shone again.

To make Feng Qingbai react so strongly, the truth of the matter must be almost the same as his guess, and it must have something to do with Hongdou. Moreover, Feng Qingbai's questioning just now indirectly confirmed his speculation.

Xue Qinglian snorted and sneered, thinking that beating him would calm him down?

If Xue Qinglian was so easy to dismiss, he wouldn't be staying in the Liu family compound now, because he was beaten away by Feng Qingbai eight hundred years ago.

In the days that followed, in order to obtain medicine from Hongdou, Xue Qinglian began to do all kinds of tricks.

The people in the Liu family compound also saw with their own eyes what it means to play tricks to death.

The compound is in dire straits every day.

Time passed quietly, and the New Year's Eve was approaching without knowing it. Liu Zhixia and Fu Yuzheng returned to Xinghua Village with Maodou before the New Year's Eve, and also brought a tear-jerking complaint letter from the little emperor.

The content describes in detail how desolate and lonely a person is when he is thrown in the palace to spend the most reunion festival.

He sincerely hoped that he would have the opportunity to visit the Liu family compound in the future.

Feng Qingbai responded with a sneer, and immediately replied with a few words, giving advice on the little emperor's loneliness.

——After the year's draft, fill the harem, and work harder for the heirs. You'll be too busy to be alone.

When sending out the secret letter, Wei Lan quietly opened it and took a look, expressing his 120,000 sympathies to the little emperor who was far away in the capital.

During the New Year's Eve, Xinghua Village and Xiapo Village are as lively as ever.

The Liu family courtyard is the busiest.

Gifts from every household and mansion piled up like a mountain.

The capital, the imperial palace, looked very lively.

At least on the surface.

The entire imperial palace was decorated with joy, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. In order to increase the taste of the year, Feng Mohan even wrote couplets by himself and pasted them at the entrance of the imperial study.

But that kind of taste of the year can't get into my heart.

After having a meaningful family banquet with the concubines in the harem, Feng Mohan found an excuse to dismiss the concubines, and returned to the imperial study alone.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the hazy moon in the sky.

The moonlight is pale and cool, just like his state of mind.

The emperor's uncle and aunt have already settled in Xinghua Village, and they will basically not come back if there is no major event in Beijing.

The empress dowager who could have a meal with him in previous years is also "gone".

Knowing that Uncle Xia's family will return to Xinghua Village every Chinese New Year.

There was really no one around him.

Is the Chinese New Year lively and festive?

He didn't feel it at all.

What's so lively and festive.

Alone.

The more lively the atmosphere, the more lonely.

"Your Majesty, why don't you...don't work on Chinese New Year's Eve?" Xiao Banzi stood at the back, looked at the young man's frail figure, and advised softly.

The boy was silent, and after a while he said, "Little Banzi, how old were you when you entered the palace?"

"Go back to the emperor, the servant entered the palace at the age of six."

"How many years?"

"Twelve years."

"miss home?"

The little board was stunned, and after realizing it, he hurriedly said, "The servant was young when he entered the palace, and now he doesn't remember the appearance of his home, so he has no way of remembering it."

The boy didn't speak anymore, and stood in front of the window for a long time with his hands behind his back.

During the period, Xiaobanzi followed his line of sight and quietly looked up to the sky.

I only saw a bright moon, and there were not many stars around. Compared with the beauty of the summer night starry sky, it was far behind.

There is really nothing to see.

Your majesty, are you thinking about the prince and concubine?

"If I have an heir now, do you think I can pass on the position to him immediately, and I will be like the emperor's uncle, ignoring common affairs and going wherever I want?"

Is the emperor seeing through the world of mortals and wanting to escape?

Xiao Banzi shivered, "Your Majesty, you must have an heir before you can make such an assumption."

Feng Mohan looked sideways, with the tails of his eyes raised, and stared lightly at the little board, "Did I treat you so well that it made you courageous enough to talk to me like this?"

Xiaobanzi hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, muttering in his heart.

He was right.

Even if the emperor really wants the Zen throne, he must have a son first, right?

What's more, he didn't say anything, even if the emperor really has a son, if he really wants to take the throne immediately, it still depends on whether the prince agrees.

The prince disagreed, no amount of planning and preparation would be of any use.

The mountain that the emperor can't cross is not because he has no heirs, but because he dare not disobey the king of Nanling.

To put it bluntly, the emperor is the real coward.

cough.

Fortunately, Feng Mohan didn't have mind-reading skills, and didn't see through the whispers in Xiaobanzi's heart, otherwise Xiaobanzi would really suffer.

The son... The image of Shan Lai's belly as big as a basket suddenly flashed in his mind.

Feng Mohan smiled coldly, if that child is really his seed, then he also has heirs.

It's a pity that Shanlai's identity and actions are doomed that the child will never be included in the Nanling royal family.

Therefore, he never inquired about what happened after Shanlai escaped.

As for that child, he never mentioned it.

They have no weight to him.

He is the Emperor of Nanling, everything must be done with the country first.

Turning around, walking to the desk, Feng Mohan picked up a pen and wrote a word on the rice paper in front of him, seemingly at random.

Putting down the purple wolf hair, he ordered lightly, "Show me, go back to Qiande Palace."

"Yes." The little board climbed up from the ground, and before leaving with the emperor, he quietly glanced at the rice paper.

There is a word above it.

The pen is sharp and sharp, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

Suddenly, a light flashed in my mind.

The emperor actually had heirs. Shanlai, a medical girl, fled Nanling when she was pregnant, and her belly was already seven or eight months old when she ran away.

Calculated according to the date, the child should be exactly two years old now.

I don't know what that child will look like now.

Sorry little fairies, it's late today, I fell asleep while typing. There are only 3 chapters before 12 o'clock today, and I have to catch up with another chapter. Anxiety.

PS: Some goblins complained more slowly, that's because the oranges are updated every day, and there is no way to keep on time. I reflect deeply~