The marshal saves the world with short legs

Feng Quan frowned subconsciously when he heard His Majesty's words, and looked at His Majesty: "What's the matter, have you made your mommy angry again?"

His Majesty the Zonghuang shook his head subconsciously, and soon fell silent again, and nodded to Fengquan.

Looking at Duan Bailuo who was trying to open his mouth to explain for His Majesty the Emperor, Fengquan expressed his understanding.

That's a disaster.

Breaking into the disaster is not small.

It's not as good as Jiaojiao, who won't be so angry that she kicked the child out.

Looking at His Majesty the Zonghuang who was out of breath, Fengquan touched His Majesty the Zonghuang's little head with some distress: "You said that your mother didn't clean up the mess for you when you were in trouble since you were a child?"

Wasn't it you who acted like a baby that time and said something nice and then handled it lightly?

How did you get kicked out this time?

Feng Quan looked at his youngest son, touched his chin: "Is it the rebellious period?"

His Majesty the Zonghuang still had golden peas in his eye sockets, and his eyes were very innocent: "What is the rebellious period?"

Looking at His Majesty the Zonghuang who looked innocent because of his confusion, Fengquan covered his face: "Okay, let me ask again, Xiaozi, how...how did you lose weight?"

His Majesty the Zonghuang looked at Fengquan in confusion: "Why do you ask Xiaozi like this?"

Didn't you lose weight naturally?

Hearing Fengquan's question, Duan Bailuo remembered how His Majesty recognized him when His Highness lost weight.

As if seeing Duan Bailuo's doubts, Fengquan smiled: "The gene pool is directly connected to my optical brain, and Xiaozi's genes are naturally in my optical brain."

After all, as an emperor, Fengquan faced a huge crowd.

If you meet someone, but Fengquan forgets who the other person is, um...

As the emperor, Fengquan would also be in a very embarrassing situation.

Second, for the safety of Fengquan, no one knows whether the person who approached Fengquan is the real identity, and there are not no examples in history where the emperor was approached and assassinated by fake people.

Genes can't lie, so before Fengquan saw His Majesty the Zonghuang and Duan Bailuo, he already knew that Duan Bailuo and His Majesty the Zonghuang were here.

That is, seeing Xiao Zi's appearance of losing weight, Feng Quan was a little afraid to confirm if this was his son.

I also checked my optical brain over and over again to see if there was something wrong with my optical brain.

After confirming that this was Xiao Zi, he stood up when he saw the youngest son drop the golden peas.

Duan Bailuo was taken aback for a moment, then remembered this, and covered his head: "I forgot."

"Okay, Xiao Zi won't cry." Fengquan rubbed His Majesty the Zonghuang's little head, and finally said to His Majesty the Zonghuang: "A man's golden peas can't be dropped."

His Majesty the Zonghuang took a deep breath, but his small mouth was still pouting high, as if he could hang a sign on it.

"Okay, don't be angry, let's go, Dad will take you to find Mommy, and help you teach Mommy a lesson." Feng Quan smiled and held His Majesty's hand, but still frowned.

How did you lose so much weight?

Forget it, ask later.

After hearing Fengquan's words, Duan Bailuo looked indifferent.

The marshal who said it said one thing, Your Majesty, you dare to say the same thing.

Your Majesty, please understand the divorce warning.

His Majesty the Zonghuang looked at Fengquan, then wiped away his tears and nodded.

Ao Jiao, who was originally sitting in her office, rubbed her eyes with a headache, but couldn't see any of the documents on the table.

My own child, what happened to the Zerg?

Or the worm emperor?

How reliable is this?

What if Xiao Zi lied to him?

"Jiaojiao."

Feng Quan walked into Ao Jiao's office holding His Majesty's paw, looked at Ao Jiao staring at a pile of documents, and said with a smile, "Still reading the documents?"

Ao Jiao glanced at His Majesty the Zonghuang who was being led in and looked at her timidly, fearing that she would be kicked out again, forced herself to look away, and looked at Duan Bailuo: "What's going on?"

"Young Highness cried as soon as he went out." Duan Bailuo organized his words: "Then His Majesty saw it and thought that His Highness caused trouble."

After all, His Royal Highness caused more troubles than the nutritional supplements he ate. Every time it was either the three His Royal Highnesses who cleaned up the mess or the Marshal cleaned up the mess, this time Fengquan naturally thought that Ao Jiao kicked His Highness out after cleaning up the mess. .

Ao Jiao paused after hearing Duan Bailuo's words.

Cried?

Looking at His Majesty the Zonghuang's red eyes again, a pair of clean eyes are full of himself, no matter how hard he forces himself to harden his heart.

This is the child she raised and pampered.

Although he kept talking about letting this child enter the military for training and wanted to train this child, but every time he thought that the child was still young, and he could protect him for a few years and let it go.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how many troubles this child has caused, unless it involves a matter of principle, Ao Jiao is reluctant to say even a serious word.

From the little guy who can even walk with a wag, he grows up slowly.

Every time I take the exam, I cry and plead with him not to deduct the small cake.

Relying on being favored to act recklessly in the palace.

Every time I was educated by myself, I nodded ignorantly, remembering what I said clearly.

From arrogance to knowing what etiquette is.

Unlike the triplets who have always matured as if they could grow wildly without Ao Jiao, the youngest son seems to be able to sell himself as long as he doesn't stare at him.

While breaking Ao Jiao's heart, it also gave Ao Jiao a sense of accomplishment as a mother.

"Mom... Mommy." His Majesty the Zonghuang held Fengquan's hand and whispered.

There was a hint of crying in the voice.

Ao Jiao bit her lower lip.

This is... her child.

"I saw the child was crying pitifully at the door. I said Jiaojiao, even if the child caused a serious disaster, you can just say a few words, and you don't have to drive the child out, right?" The proud and indulgent young sons in various places showed this expression, and Fengquan, as a father, couldn't help but plead for His Majesty the Zonghuang.

"Besides, this kid has always been sensible and rarely caused major incidents." Fengquan patted His Majesty's head on the head, and said to Ao Jiao: "And I heard from Xiao Zi that he doesn't even have a place where he lives now." No, do you really have the heart to drive your little one out for some small problems?"

Ao Jiao, who originally wanted to tell Fengquan the identity of her youngest son, looked at Fengquan: "A small problem?"

"Well, isn't it?" Feng Quan said to Ao Jiao with a smile, and gave the two children a look to let the two children go out, and stayed alone in the office with Ao Jiao.

His Majesty the Zong Huang who was going out with Duan Bailuo paused, and took Duan Bailuo's hand: "Bai Luo, Mo Qian told me... Dad will attend the peace talks tomorrow."

In other words, the emperor will also play.

Mommy wants to drive me out after knowing the identity of the emperor. Dad won't simply deny the emperor, right?

Duan Bailuo naturally saw His Majesty's thoughts, and stroked His Majesty's head: "Don't worry."

His Majesty the Zonghuang nodded distractedly.

The next day, when Feng Quan, who was originally sitting on the human seat, looked up at the leader of the Zerg, he paused.

Wait, why does this worm look so much like his youngest son?

Fengquan mechanically turned his head to look at Ao Jiao beside him.

Ao Jiao glanced at Fengquan horizontally: "Your Majesty said, isn't it just some minor problems?"

Fengquan: ...

This is a small problem?

Nonsence!