Purple poison

"Father..." The crunchy child's voice sounded, and Zijiu's small figure rushed out from behind the rockery.

When Puyang Linyue, who was full of anxiety, saw the little person rushing towards her, her expression was slightly taken aback, and she opened her hand in response to catch the little person flying towards her.

As the person with a faint fresh medicinal fragrance was hugged into her arms, Puyang Linyue's heart that had been hanging for a day finally slowly let go.

"The little guy is finally back!!" The thin lips kissed Zijiu's tender face, and a faint smile appeared on the handsome face that hadn't smiled for a few days.

"I'm back, father, Jiu'er misses you!!" Putting her arms around Puyang Linyue's shoulders, Zijiu rubbed against Puyang Linyue's arms.

The heart that has been fluttering for the past few days finally settled down after being hugged into this embrace.

"Father misses you too!!" Holding the man in her arms, Puyang Linyue gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Father, why is it so dark under your eyes? Didn't you sleep?" Zijiu raised her face, looked at Puyang Linyue's eyes with faint shadows, and stretched out her small hand to touch them.

Could it be that his father was very busy these days when he was away?Too busy to sleep? ?

"Without Jiu'er, how could the father be able to sleep, the little thing also has dark eyes, if he doesn't sleep at night, is he making trouble?" Puyang Linyue kissed Zijiu's little nose with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Jiu'er didn't sleep well without her father here..." Zijiu pursed her lips.

"Ha ha……"

Then, the sweet father and son were stunned by Chen Lu, Tian Lan, and Hua Xi'er who came back with Zijiu, and walked towards the Yuehuang Palace ignoring them.

Gently putting the person in her arms on the bed, Puyang Linyue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zijiu, with a gentle gleam in her eyes.

"Is Jiu'er's three-day special training fun?" Slowly stretched out her long and slender hands, brushing up the hair sticking to Zijiu's cheeks.

"Fortunately, rookies in the potion department are very interesting!!" Zijiu rubbed on the soft bed a few times, narrowing Ziyun's eyes in comfort.

"Oh... as long as Jiu'er likes it!" Puyang Linyue smiled slightly, and her slender fingers slowly slid along Zijiu's cheeks to her small shoulders, and then came to Zijiu's skirt.

Zijiu, who was lying on the bed in a "big" shape, of course knew what his father wanted to do, but he didn't stop him, allowing Puyang Linyue to open his lapel with his fingers.

Anyway, Puyang Linyue would know about his injuries sooner or later, and he didn't bother to cover them up.

As the shirt was pulled away, Zijiu's injured shoulder was exposed.

"It's really hurt!!" Puyang Linyue's golden eyes sank, and her slender hands began to tie the knot of the belt.

"How did the father know that Jiu'er was injured, and Jiu'er avoided it to prevent the wound from touching..." Zijiu pursed her lips.

And in order not to let Puyang Linyue find out, he deliberately pretended to be the same as usual... But he was found out, boring...

"Father didn't touch Jiu'er's wound bandage, and didn't find anything wrong with Jiu'er's movements." After Puyang Linyue untied the belt, she looked at the two small scars on Zijiu's shoulders, and it was obvious that It was bitten by something.

"Ah..." Zijiu raised her eyebrows.

His father is really getting more and more miraculous, is it a prophet?

"Father has no foresight, it's just because the smell on Jiu'er's body has changed!!" Puyang Linyue approached Zijiu's neck, and said softly, "Jiu'er's body smells like blood..."

Holding Puyang Linyue's shoulders, Zijiu listened to Puyang Linyue's gentle words with a smile on her lips.

"I knew that Jiu'er would have washed her body in the college before coming back!!"

Saying that, Junyi's face fell, and his thin lips kissed the wound on Zijiu's shoulder.

"Royal Father!!" Never expecting that Puyang Linyue would make such a move, Zijiu was shocked, and then waved her little hand to push Puyang Linyue away: "No... Jiu'er's blood..."

"It's okay, father will be fine..." Slowly raising his head, Puyang Linyue looked at the anxious person below him: "Jiu'er's blood may hurt anyone, but father feels that Jiu'er His blood will never hurt Father Emperor..."

Looking at the man with gentle eyes, Zijiu froze for a moment, stretched out her small hand to gently caress Puyang Linyue's cheek.

"Stupid father, stupid father..." My heart warmed.

Where did this man get his confidence?

"In the whole world, there is only Jiu'er, you dare to say that the father is stupid, the father is stupid." Puyang Linyue pointed Zijiu's little nose.

With bright brilliance in his eyes, Zijiu held Puyang Linyue's handsome face and pulled it towards him.

As the faces of the two slowly approached, Zijiu slightly opened her red lips and kissed Puyang Linyue's pretty thin lips.

Puyang Linyue felt a little joy in her heart for her precious son's initiative to offer kisses, but even though seeing her son kissing like a chicken pecking at rice, he had the urge to laugh.

This little guy is not serious, and...

"You little thing..." whispered softly, Puyang Linyue took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Zijiu's red lips, and kissed heavily, without any intention of relaxing.

"Well—" Zijiu waved his hands, because he felt that his father was going to suck all the air out of him.

Father... Jiu'er is about to run out of oxygen, it's too much, I'm just joking!

"Huh." Puyang Linyue snorted softly, and when Zijiu was about to faint due to lack of oxygen, she let go of his red lips, and licked the red and swollen mouth kissed by him evilly with her warm tongue: "Little guy, do you think that you can divert father's attention and stop asking about the wound on your shoulder?"

Although Zijiu is very smart, but against Puyang Linyue, who is shrewd, wise and scheming, obviously he can't get any benefit.

"Bad father... Huhu..." Zijiu panted heavily, staring at Puyang Linyue, her purple pupils looked enchanting in front of the watery brilliance.

Holding Zijiu into her arms, Puyang Linyue lay down beside Zijiu, gently stroking Zijiu's purple hair.

"Because Jiu'er is bad, father is bad. Tell me, little guy, don't try to escape, why did you hurt your shoulder?" Puyang Linyue's golden eyes slowly shrank, and she asked gently about the precious son in her arms.

Looking at Puyang Linyue's appearance, Zijiu knew that she was injured, and obviously made his own father and emperor angry.

Shrinking his head, he rubbed against Puyang Linyue's arms a few times, his purple eyes flickering.

"Jiu'er is not good... I got into a fight..." A fight with Master Feixuan's granddaughter is considered a fight.

"Oh..." Puyang Linyue raised her eyebrows, and then drew a long tail, which made Zijiu's small body tremble.

"That...Ju'er didn't hurt herself on purpose, and...and that person was scolded by Jiu'er, but he didn't get any benefits." Zijiu said in a low voice, and then acted pitifully: "Father is not angry anymore, it has nothing to do with Feixuan's mentor."

"Hmph, you little guy, Feixuan didn't like you, and you pleaded with her. It seems that the little guy likes Feixuan as a mentor very much!!" Seeing her son begging her pitifully, Puyang Linyue hummed softly.

"Father..." Pouted, Zijiu pecked at Puyang Linyue's thin lips: "Jiu'er wanted to go home quickly to see Father, so he did it... Don't be angry, if Father thinks Jiu'er is not good, you must blame Feixuan for not taking care of her properly, then you can just give Jiu'er a small butt."

A certain little guy has always been a super-actionist who said he would act when he said he would. At this moment, he turned around and lay down on the bed, with the appearance of "the father is angry, just hit him".

Listening to Zijiu's aggrieved words, Puyang Linyue was really amused by him, with a look of death.

"Little guy, you are sure that your father is reluctant to fight, right?" Very good, you know how to grasp his weakness.

"No way, Jiu'er is very serious, father, if you don't feel relieved, just hit him!!" Zijiu lay on the bed, her tender little face showing incomparable patience.

Looking at the little man, Puyang Linyue smiled, he who was still secretly angry a moment ago had already been completely wiped out by Zijiu's anger.

He stretched out his arms to embrace the little guy lying on the bed, and hugged him into his arms.

"Does Jiu'er really miss Father?" He thought that for the past three days, apart from his obsession with him, the little guy had already gone crazy.

"I think, I really think about it, I thought about it on the first night when I went to the Dikaka Mountains, because I didn't have the embrace of my father, Jiu'er couldn't sleep well, so I have a bad temper..." Rubbing in Puyang Linyue's arms, Zijiu inhaled the faint cold fragrance unique to Puyang Linyue's body.

Only surrounded by this faint cold fragrance, he will fall asleep with peace of mind.

"Father also thinks, without Zijiu's soft body hugged in his arms, father would not be able to sleep, worrying about Jiu'er who is outside all the time..." Holding the little man in her arms tightly, Puyang Linyue Knowing this life, he will never let go of the little guy in his arms again.

This cute little guy is really special to him.

"Father..." Zijiu, who was tightly held in Puyang Linyue's arms, moved.

"En?" Puyang Linyue responded softly.

"Father, Jiu'er has walked a lot these days, her little feet are turning into radishes, father rubs Jiu'er..." Pulling up her trousers to reveal her white and tender legs, Zijiu knew that Puyang Linyue's anger had disappeared, He boldly asked Puyang Linyue to rub her feet.

Seeing the teary-eyed little guy begging for her, Puyang Linyue sat up resignedly, and stretched out her hands to rub Zijiu's feet.

The slender fingers gently rubbed Zijiu's little feet, and Puyang Linyue had a faint smile on her lips.

After walking for three days, Zijiu's little feet were indeed tired.

To be honest, after Zijiu's rebirth, this body is indeed not like the body that was often trained before. The tender skin and soft sensuality are obviously the product of pampering.

Hey, people really can't live too well! !

Puyang Linyue rubbed Zijiu's little feet for a long time, thought that the little guy who suddenly quieted down was too tired and fell asleep, but who knew that he was about to look, the little guy got up from the bed.

"what happened?"

"Father turned his back, and Jiu'er also rubbed for Father, and Father was too tired to review memorials in the palace!!" Pulling Puyang Linyue to turn around, Zijiu put her little hand on Puyang Linyue's shoulder Gently massaging: "Father, are you comfortable?"

Gently closing her eyes and enjoying her son's service, Puyang Linyue's mouth curled into a slight smile.

"Comfortable."

He refused his concubine's overtures, but insisted on waiting until the child who had gone away came back, all because of him...

After Zijiu's return, the Yuehuang Palace, which had been silent for more than two days, became visibly a little more angry.