MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-Chapter 698 The old emperor wrote a letter, and the small group’s brain opened wide.

"Small seven is all right, there is no problem at home, and those who are orphans will solve it, hey, this is for you."

After dinner, Ling Jingxuan specially left Yan Xiaoqing, who was going back to the coaching staff, to stay in the study room where a group of people went for a walk and dissipated. It was a study room. In fact, there were two tables and several stools in the empty room. The border is no better than the capital. Everything has to be simplified. The things they are talking about are the two letters that Ling Jingxuan has detained in the daytime. The letter of Xiaoqi not only confesses their current situation, but also their greetings and thoughts. Nothing. In particular, the letter of the old emperor is special.

"What did Zeng Zu say? Ling Shu, will the young uncle catch me back?"

After training, I was tired and tired, but I was scared when I was afraid of Yan Xiaoqing. I didn’t even dare to reach out to pick up the letter. I was afraid to see Zeng’s father ordering him to go back, or the uncle’s already on the way. The message, he likes to mix with Xiaowu in the military camp, do not want to go back to do what the Prince of the world.

"What are you afraid of? You have already communicated your mind well to them. Even if they still don't understand it, you can't go any further. Go back and convince them. If you want something, you must work hard to win. Any chance. It’s not that he has fallen from his sky.”

Ling Jingxuan’s funny letter stuffed him with stationery. They haven’t spit it yet. The old emperor’s letter to them actually said to give them the most cherished grandchildren. In the future, Rui Rui must take over his position and become strict. The patriarch of the royal family, leading the royal family to another glory, etc., he wants to come out, who has the time to be the "nanny" of others? Not afraid of him killing those royal pests one by one.

"but"

Holding a thin letter of paper, Yan Xiaoqing's face was tangled, Ling Jingxuan Ming was unwilling to take care of it again, and the sight of help--swept Zeng Shaoqing Chu Yunhan and others, without exception, they all did not see it, even his small A few of the friends of Lingwen Brothers have a look of love, and Xiao Xiaoqing’s frustrated retreat looks at the stationery. If the enemy’s cockroaches take a few breaths, they will hold their breath and spread out the letter paper. There are not many words written on it. The theme is simple and stern. In a word, to be a soldier, you must be a soldier of the iron skeleton, you can not lose the face of the old Prince.

"Ling, Ling Shu?"

I looked over and over again several times to make sure that he really didn't read it wrong. Yan Xiaoqing pinched the letter, and looked at Ling Jingxuan with disbelief and ecstasy. He agreed, and his great-grandfather agreed.

"Oh... I didn't say it? The old emperor really loves you. As long as you express your inner true thoughts, they will definitely respect your choices. No one is willing to reverse the sincere request of his beloved sons and grandchildren."

Ling Jingxuan did not read the contents of the letter, but it is not difficult to guess what was written in them. The old emperor’s love for Yan Xiaoqing is definitely no less than them. Now Yan Xiaoqing has eleven, and in this era It’s a big boy. In three or four years, you can be married to an adult. It’s not surprising that the old emperor will respect his choice.

"Well, thank you Ling Shu!"

Yan Xiaoqing firmly nodded, and the eyes were filled with crystal tears. He could be a soldier and could do what he wanted to do. Zeng Zu did not refuse to reprimand him like his father.

"Too good for Xiaoqing, we can fight together to kill the enemy in the future."

Ling Wu patted his shoulder in a timely manner, Ling Wen Tiezi and Yan Shangqing also threw him an encouraging look, Yan Xiaoqing said with tears: "Well, let us together."

"I want, Green Brother, what are you doing? I want to be together."

The small corps in the pocket of Ling Jingxuan rushed to pick it up. He stabbed his head with his recent little buns: "Where are you? We are going to fight, we will be hurt when we accidentally bleed." Will die, are you sure you want to join in the fun?"

"Hiccup, but the little corps won't fight."

Thinking about it with a sigh of relief, the little corps is not very cool, and he has never played in the frame.

"That won't end, you still stay at home to raise meat."

I exchanged my eyes with my elder brothers. The little steamed buns continued to tease him. The small scorpion waved his hand uncomfortably. He said with pride in his hands: "I am not afraid, I will fight, and people will just sit next to them." It’s fine to finish the game.”

There are also wolverines and uncles, and they will certainly protect him. With this in mind, the small group laughs more confidently, and makes people in the place can't help but laugh. Who is the little **** like?

"Well, a small group, it’s not a joke, what if you get hurt and bleed?"

Ling Wen reluctantly picked him up and knew that he was just joining in the fun. He couldn’t really fight to kill the enemy. He couldn’t help but feel bad. In their thoughts, the younger brother just continued to be a carefree meat dumpling. Other things don't have to be thought of.

“Is it going to hurt?”

Hearing the words of the wounded and bleeding, the small group was decisively tangled, and the small eyebrows instantly wrinkled. Ling Wen nodded very seriously: "Yes, it hurts very pain."

"That won't work."

The small group suddenly struggled and slipped down. The sly squatting to the little buns and Yan Xiaoqing, the fleshy little hands pulled them separately: "Three brothers, younger brother, you don't want to fight, it will hurt, it hurts very much." Pain, the little group doesn't want you to hurt."

The naughty little guy was particularly warm on this point, and the little buns and Yan Xiaoqing were almost moved without tears.

"Well, the little troupe, the third brother, they have a good time, not so easy to get hurt, say it again, don't you say that you want to learn medicine with you? In the future, the three brothers are really hurt, you can cure them again."

I am afraid that they really let the small group give warmth to cry, Ling Jingxuan reached out and pulled the small group, but the small group was displeased and retorted: "But the three brothers will still hurt, I can't lie to me, everyone has seen it. Mao’s brother’s hand hurts, it hurts so much, I want to give him a cry, Shanzi’s brother still refuses to let me say that my whirring will be more painful, and people will definitely cure the third brother, and the third brother will be more painful and painful. Wow wow - people don't want the third brother to hurt"

Well, the little squad is more sad and sad, and finally wows into the arms of his family and cries, as if the little buns are really seriously ill, the small buns that should have been very moving are instantly in the brain. Black line, don't make him feel as if he is going to die? The small scorpion of the pothole, he was moved by the loss.

"Well, well, your mountain brother is afraid that you will not say that you have not touched the broken arm of San Maozi. Our small group is so smart. In the future, as long as you follow the doctors seriously, you will definitely be better than you." It won't hurt others."

Ling Jingxuan was unable to help the amount, and he cried when he cried? God knows how much he is afraid of his magic sound.

"Really?"

Looking up from his arms, the small group looked at him with convulsions. When he grows up, he will not cry for others.

"Of course it is true. When did you lie to you? Besides, isn’t your family third brother still good?”

Looking at him with tears, at any time, it is possible to break the eyes again. Ling Jingxuan nodded very seriously. He looked at his little buns with sympathy. Even they didn’t expect it. The topic would turn sharply and stunned. In the direction, Ling Jingxuan is also drunk, it seems that the brain hole of their small group is not a big one.

"Alright, oh."

The small group looked back at him and looked at his third brother. He did not realize that the little steamed buns wanted to live and eat his expression. He wiped away the tears indiscriminately. The small group said seriously: "Hey, people will definitely learn from you in the future." Don't let the third brother hurt them."

"Oh, okay, I don't think it's too early, little dumplings, let the second brother take you to sleep?"

It was inevitable that he had a big brain, and Ling Jingxuan quickly gave the big bun a wink, hehe - he was completely afraid of him. "Good, good night, good night, father, Chu Shu"

The knot seemed to be untied. The little squad nodded, and after a series of good nights, Ling Wen took him away until they left the study. The little buns were dissatisfied and muttered: "The idiots are like me. It’s dying, and it won’t hurt him in the future.”

"Get it, you can't hurt him every time. You are not the first to be close to him." Ling Jingxuan shook his head and looked at his little resentful little buns. The dumplings are indeed a little fucking, but there is no denying that he is really worried about them.

"I?? Forget it, hey, this is the letter I wrote to Yan Ge. You let Zhao Gonggong bring it back together. I went back to the coaching field with Xiao Qing."

Let the old man swear, the little buns decisively dare not resent, and handed out the letter from the sleeves in the afternoon and handed them a letter, the training strength of the young eagle team is getting bigger and bigger, plus they are another The special team, so they are not stationed with other troops, but gathered in the coaching field, eating and drinking Lazar, sleeping, and doing exercises there, and today is not a routine rest, they can not come back.

"Well, Xiaoqing can have a letter to bring back?" Ling Jingxuan nodded, looking at the side of Yan Xiaoqing, he should have something to say to the old emperor.

"The letter will not be used. I will go to Zhao Gonggong later, let him bring two sentences to Zeng Yufu."

Yan Xiaoqing said that he stood up. Ling Jingxuan threw him a certain look. The two went out of the study in tandem. Yan Ruirui asked: "How can we reply?"

The patriarch of the Yan family is really a heavy burden. If there is no Jing Xuan, he will definitely be next, but now? ? After the end of the war, he was almost ready to slowly retreat behind the scenes, accompanying his wife and children to look around, really do not want to take over the burden of the patriarch.

"Oh, the old emperor is not a capable descendant, let's not make any fun."

Ling Jingxuan’s evil smile, his eyes sparkling with naughty brilliance, a figure suddenly slipped through his mind, Yan Ruirui instantly said: “You mean”

Yan Yufu, he has been squandering for so many years, it is time to provoke a heavy burden, although it can be said that the more capable, can not be pressed against the capable people, and then, the King of the County can not be seen like others. Useless.

"It's him, no more, you don't have two emperors and five emperors on your top. There are so many candidates, and we can't take care of them."

The name of the royal patriarch is loud and sound, and in fact, the "nanny" shared by the royal family members, they do not have the leisure time to manage those idle things.

"What is the request of the old emperor? You laugh too much."

Seeing the strange smile of the husband and husband, Zeng Shaoqing asked with fear, who are they counting? It sounds like it’s related to the royal family. Wouldn’t it be that the old emperor wouldn’t think so?

"Can you have a request? It is not that we take care of Xiaoqing."

Just blame! Your sullen smile has already betrayed you. The people who saw this scene, such as Zeng Shaoqing and Yan Xiaohua, are all full of black lines. At the same time, they also have a rare sympathy for someone who has made them remember. They are in the husband’s husband. One of them is terrible, and now they are still together, who can only ask for more.