Nuobao raised his little hand and shook it gently.
The ominous black mist was immediately grasped in his hand.
The little guy looked calm, as relaxed as catching a mosquito.
The black mist quickly dissipated in Nuobao's palm.
The little guy, as if he had touched something dirty, grabbed the corner of his father's clothes and wiped his little hands with a look of disgust.
Wipe it carefully, even between your fingers.
Mu Han: "..."
The tyrant who suffers from mysophobia could not help but have his eyebrows twitching.
"What are you doing?"
"It's nothing." Nuobao let go of his father's clothes with an innocent look, "I just caught a mosquito."
The tyrant helplessly held his forehead.
Under the table, the face of the man in black robe suddenly became very ugly.
He didn't expect that his attack would be defused so easily by a three-year-old kid.
"It seems that the Imperial Master is right, that little princess is really not an ordinary person."
The man in black robe had a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his throat seemed to have been burned by fire.
This caused the third prince of Beiming Kingdom next to him to glance in the direction of Nuobao with an unusual look on his face.
Nuobao hummed softly and flicked his fingertips.
The white spiritual power shot toward the man in black robe at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
He dared to attack his father in front of Nuobao. It was a life-threatening situation! !
The little one can endure anything, except hurting her father.
Nuobao naturally wants to retaliate and take revenge.
The man in black robe's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to dodge but it was already too late.
Nuobao's spiritual power hit him directly. The man in black robe covered his chest and instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The tabletop was dyed red in an instant.
It startled the people next to me.
"Zameng, are you okay?" The third prince Beiming supported him nervously and glanced vaguely at Nuobao.
Zameng is the personal disciple of the Imperial Master. He has obtained the Imperial Master's true inheritance and is very powerful.
Unexpectedly, he was also injured.
"Nothing." Zamon waved his hand, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped the blood from his mouth and glanced at Nuobao with a sinister expression.
The little guy didn't even look at him and ate the grapes leisurely.
Zamon whispered a few words to the third prince of Beiming, and soon left the show, citing physical discomfort.
The tyrant did not stop him, but just looked at the direction he left, his eyes darkening a little.
He raised his hand silently, and the shadow guards hidden in the darkness immediately moved out, like a stalker in the night, following behind Zamon silently.
As soon as the man in black robe left, Nuo Bao looked away without interest.
The birthday party started soon, and Nuobao's brothers finally arrived.
It was arranged below, and Nuobao could see it as soon as he raised his eyes.
Even Concubine Su, who had not appeared for many days, was here today.
Today she is dressed as brightly and charmingly as ever, and her beauty is astonishing.
But the way she looked at Nuobao was a little more complicated.
There is a mother's attachment to her child, but also a bit of guilt.
Especially when you see Nuobao's natural intimacy when he treats the queen.
Concubine Su lowered her eyelids, looking a little lonely.
The moment she chose Su Linglong, it was destined that she would no longer be able to compete for Nuo Bao's care.
Her child was separated from her after all.
Mu Lianjing looked silly and happy on the side, waving his little hand towards Nuobao.
Seeing his sister looking over, Mu Lianjing suddenly smiled even more happily.
He glanced at the other royal brothers rather shyly.
Did you see him? With so many people, Nuo Bao still saw him at first sight.
What's not your favorite thing about him?
Mu Lianjing was just feeling proud when his mother-in-law suddenly spoke.
"Jing'er, remember what my mother and concubine said, you must live up to your expectations. Your father's favorite prince is you, if you can live up to your expectations."
Concubine Su's voice was as light as the wind, ringing in his ears, "There's no telling who the throne will ultimately fall to."
"Mother concubine?" Mu Lianjing suddenly frowned, "Why do you say such things again?"
"The queen took away your sister. Do you think that if the prince ascends the throne, they will allow us, mother and son, to exist?" Su Guifei said with hatred.
"But if you get to that position, the bet is on you."
Concubine Su's eyes became extremely bright, and her fingertips trembled with excitement.
"By then, Nuobao will also be able to return to his mother and concubine, and you brothers and sisters will no longer need to be separated."
Mu Lianjing covered his ears, "Concubine, please stop talking!"
He doesn't have that much ambition.
Mu Lianjing knew in his heart that that position was not suitable for him, and he could not secure the throne with his ability.
If he doesn't fight or grab, then he and the prince will still be brothers and sisters on the surface.
But if he dared to show any intention, he would probably become a thorn in the prince's side.
Besides...
Nuobao didn't want to see that either.
"Concubine, why don't you understand that Nuo Bao doesn't like you?"
Mu Lianjing said helplessly: "So what if I become the emperor, Nuo Bao still doesn't like you!"
If you don't like it, why would you want to return to your mother and concubine?
When Concubine Su heard this, she glared at him angrily and said angrily: "You're a worthless thing!"
Mu Lianjing rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to his mother and concubine anymore.
"Okay, okay, I don't care about you anymore."
Anyway, his lifelong wish is to be an idle prince and wait to die.
"Mother concubine, I don't care what you think, but don't make any more tricks. When the time comes, I will be hated by Nuo Bao as well."
Hearing this, Concubine Su was almost angry to death from this unfilial and rebellious son.
Even if he doesn't agree with her, he still talks about her like this.
"I have raised you in vain." Concubine Su said angrily.
…
The birthday banquet began soon, and envoys from various countries presented congratulatory gifts.
However, until the sound of the piano sounded, the dancing girls entered the hall one by one.
Nuobao did not wait for the envoy from Xiliang Kingdom.
Could it be that she couldn't see Feng Ling again today?
The little guy drooped his eyebrows and looked disappointed.
At this moment, the eunuch's shouting announcement suddenly came from outside:
"The envoy from Xiliang Kingdom has arrived——"
As soon as he heard this, Nuobao felt no longer sleepy.
The little guy who was originally lacking in interest sat up straight in an instant.
Nuobao looked over with bright eyes.
At the entrance of Zichen Palace, several figures appeared one after another.
At the head is a tall figure, wearing a scarlet brocade dress, with crow-feather-like black hair standing high with a white jade crown, and two strands of hair naturally hanging down the side of the face.
The folding fan in his hand was gently swaying, revealing only a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, with the tail of the eyes slightly raised, and even if he was not smiling, he seemed to be smiling.
Especially the drop of cinnabar mole in the corner of the eye adds a bit of evil charm to the face that is indifferent to male and female.
"Prince of Xiliang Kingdom, Feng Qingchen, comes to congratulate His Majesty Canglan on his birthday."
After entering the palace, Feng Qing put away the folding fan with a swishing sound, revealing an evil and handsome face.
After the prince appeared, the beautiful dancers in the Zichen Palace instantly lost their color and could only be reduced to green leaves as a backdrop.
Even the concubines in the tyrant's harem, who were all dressed up, were overshadowed by the prince's stunning appearance.
The courtiers in the palace couldn't help showing surprise in their eyes.
There is actually a man in this world with such a charming face.
People familiar with the matter couldn't help but sigh, no wonder His Royal Highness, the King of War, who has a thousand-year-old iron tree, would also be deceived.
Nuobao sat up slightly.
The moment he saw Feng Qingchen, the little guy's eyes gradually widened, and the half-eaten peach in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".
After rolling around for a few times, Gulu Gulu unexpectedly rolled to Feng Qingchen's feet.
Feng Qingchen raised her eyebrows and looked over with a smile in her peach blossom eyes.
Nuobao opened his mouth slightly and looked at him in shock.
That unbelievable expression seemed to say "how could it be you"!
The smile on Feng Qingchen's face remained unchanged, but her peach blossom eyes slowly narrowed.
Could it be...
Does this little guy know him?
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I’m too tired and can’t write anymore…
