My Little Mom is the Richest

Entering Miyamoto that day was compelling, and the palace was dangerous. Every step I took, I thought about it carefully and left and right. The picture was just to be able to stay peacefully and peacefully until I was released at the age of 60, and to have some really dull and comfortable days. Find someone who is not A very good man who loves me very much, has one or two children, and spends the rest of his life steadily. Now that there is such a thing, but I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse? "

"It's a blessing! Naturally blessed, Mu Qiu is our Haoyu, one domain and seven nations... No, Xueyun has been destroyed. It should be the'first son' in one domain and six nations. Which woman doesn't want to marry such a man? Lang Jun?" He replied condensedly and swiftly, as if it were a matter of course.

"You! You are still a kid! Child! Son!" Mingyue-jun smiled helplessly as he tapped his condensed forehead with his hand again.

"Yes! Yes! The little kid is now asking our eldest girl to go to dinner, and they have been ordered to go down for a while, it's cold, don't let it cool again!" With a sullen expression, Mingyue Jun , The two talked and laughed and walked to the outhouse.

On a moonless night, the woman who fell in a pool of blood woke up from her dream in panic, waiting for her blood to drain; she fell off a cliff, the pain in the woman’s heart with her hand severed; rose in the wind, despair of seeing the soul passing away with the wind, Scenes and scenes from the dream reappeared in his mind, Mingyue-jun curled up to the corner of the wall with his back tightly, trying to find a trace of peace of mind. However, the pain, helplessness and despair in my heart still hit like a tide, unbearable, and I had to hide my face and cry.

In the dark, she sat up elegantly, lit up the candlestick on the table with her fingers, gently guarding Mingyuejun into her arms, and slowly drew his slender fingers across her black hair, again and again, "It's okay...I'm here... ...Don't be afraid of anything...don't be afraid...just dreaming."

Yes! Just dream, don’t be afraid...don’t be afraid. Feeling the warm and strong body of the other party, inhaling the familiar clear fragrance from the tip of his nose, listening to the sound of the man’s spring water flowing into my heart, Ding Dong Ding Dong aroused heart waves, and gradually calmed down with that sound, and Mingyue Jun’s heart also Then slowly calmed down.

"Mu Qiu!...Slaves..." After calming down, I realized that a man entered his room at some unknown time, and this man was Mu Qiu who had just become her husband—Feng Xueyang, surprised. In fright, instinctively wanted to get up and bow to him, only to find that he was being held tightly in his arms by the man.

"Haha...Don't move!" A nice low smile knocked into the bottom of my heart, "Mr Mingyue! Are you... afraid of me?"

Mingyuejun nodded instinctively, and felt wrong, so he shook his head hurriedly.

"Are you like this? Are you afraid? Or are you not afraid?"

Hearing Mu Qiu's relaxed tone, he seemed to be just joking, Mingyue Jun also relaxed a little, but he didn't know how to answer, said he was afraid? It will make him angry. Say you are not afraid? But they seem disrespectful and are in a dilemma...

As if seeing Jun Mingyue’s embarrassment, Feng Xueyang no longer teased her, but frowned and asked, "What dream do you have? Why do you always get scared like this?" Was awakened many times by this.

"Also...nothing? It's just a dream of a woman dying...but I can't see the face. Maybe it's possible for three women, but I always feel that they should be the same person... Anyway, it's very chaotic... After a while, I broke my wrist and fell off the cliff. After a while, the blood ran out of my wrist, and then the soul disappeared with the wind..."