Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

Song Xuansheng let out a howling voice, the mother in the palace?

Doesn't this refer to the procuress of the brothel?

The largest brothel in Mocheng is called Fenghua Xueyue Palace, bah!

Dead Turtle!

Ling Shaochen smiled slightly, "No, she's fine just like that."

"I can't see that this is what you like..." The emperor smiled dryly.

Ling Shaochen has been away for too long, and the old house is on fire?

Or is it because Song Xuansheng can forgive anything as long as he has this face?

With Song Xuansheng's posture, coupled with Ling Shaochen's connivance, it would not be surprising even if the Zhenbei Palace was demolished.

Tan'er had never liked a woman so much before, and thought she was very funny when she was so noisy, she tugged at Ling Shaochen's sleeve, and asked, "Father, do you like this sister too? Can I call her mother?"

"Of course..." Ling Shaochen blurted out, seeing Song Xuansheng's face darken, he immediately changed his words, "Behave better, let Xuansheng like you, and just be your mother."

Song Xuansheng's mouth is half open, has this man ever learned to "change face"?

He looked like a lunatic a moment ago, but now he looks like a child who has done something wrong. When he looked at her, his face was full of care and flattery.

Song Xuansheng jumped up, patted the skirt, "Can I refuse?"

Seeing Tan'er's longing eyes dimming, the emperor couldn't help scolding: "I don't know what's good and what's wrong! The dignified son of the Northern Prince's Mansion can tolerate you..."

Song Xuansheng also felt a little sorry for the lame little boy, but her attention was quickly attracted by "Zhenbei Prince's Mansion".

"Zhenbei Prince's Mansion? This is Zhenbei Prince's Mansion?" Song Xuansheng looked at Ling Shaochen suspiciously, "Then... are you Ling Shaochen?"

"Yes, I am, do you recognize me?" Ling Shaochen's eyes lit up.

"I don't know." Song Xuansheng hugged the rolling pin tightly and asked him, "How do you prove that you are?"

"How do you want to prove it?"

If she wanted the stars in the sky, he could pick them off and give them to her.

"Well... you take me to see the emperor, and I will believe you."

"You want to enter the palace to see His Majesty, why?"

Ling Shaochen's voice tensed unconsciously, and his eyebrows frowned.

Song Xuansheng bit her lip, as if it was difficult to say, "This, it's inconvenient to tell you..."

In Ling Shaochen's eyes, this appearance became shy.

Even if Beiyi forgot about him, he would never let him go, but when he heard that Beiyi fell in love with another man, Ling Shaochen's heart was churning with jealousy, and he couldn't help being a little bit cold when he spoke again.

"It is impossible for a widow to enter the palace and become a concubine."

This inexplicable distasteful tone...

The anger in Song Xuansheng's heart was aroused again, and he sneered: "A widow is not worthy of being called a 'mother' by the son of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, please don't ruin my reputation as a widow."

"No, it's just you..." Ling Shaochen endured and endured, took off a jade token from his waist, and handed it to her, "This is the waist token of the King of Zhenbei, or you can find a random person from the capital outside the door, and just ask." I know where this house is. But this king will not take you into the palace."

Although I don't know why Beiyi forgot herself and became a widow, Ling Shaochen will not back down on what should be insisted on.

Song Xuansheng looked at the jade plaque over and over again, and even a layman could tell that it was a gem among jade pieces, priceless.

"No." She thought for a while, but was still determined, "I still want to see the emperor in person."

Ling Shaochen pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, with bursts of cold air emanating from his body, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

The emperor sighed, Ling Shaochen was obviously jealous of Hai Shengbo, and he was anxious to see such a tough and incomprehensible style.

Then he opened the folding fan with a "swish", fanning the wind in a romantic way, and said with a smile: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

Tan'er looked at Song Xuansheng, then at the emperor's uncle, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Mother, he is the emperor's uncle."