He overthrew his backer just to send his beloved woman home, Fuzhai vividly demonstrated what it means to be a beauty with anger.

Although he and Fu Hui were half-brothers and had the same blood, they were completely different. Miss Xiao said, "They are all the same, they will only bully her bastards." Fu Zhai refused to recognize this.

He is a good person.

Fu Zhai thought, and decided to explain this to her seriously when he met Miss Xiao next time. As for the fact that he was betraying the master and the sect because of her...

I won't say this anymore.

To avoid the burden on Miss Xiao.

Fuzhai thought with satisfaction, and then he strode out of Qiankun Palace, his back seemed to be much straightened.

Emperor Pingjin looked at their backs quietly, and for a moment, he suddenly ordered to the air, "Look carefully, what's going on?"

"From the beginning to the end, I'll look at it."

"yes!"

There was a sound from somewhere in the corner of the hall, and then a secret guard stepped down respectfully and went to verify it.

Emperor Pingjin coughed lightly, walked sideways to the vine curtain, and personally stretched out his hand to lift it.

Xiao Rao sat on the embroidery pier and looked at him with a smile.

"Mother...hehe, Miss Three, how about it? What I've handled is lively?"

Mom, I'll vent your anger. Are you satisfied?

Emperor Pingjin grinned, as if a child showed off his achievements to his mother.

"Fu Hui cares about the weakness of attacking the enemy, the most important thing about Fu Hui is identity, status and face. He is gone this time, and he is afraid he will be in pain, I..."

Xiao Rao wanted to praise 'My son did a good job', but turned his head to look at Fushun, but he didn't say it after all, just smiled and said, "Long live the sage."

"Yes." Emperor Pingjin raised his head with a reserved look, his chest erected. He looked at Fushun with his face, "I have an important matter to discuss with Miss Xiao, go guarding the door!"

"yes."

Fu Shun clenched his fists and secretly looked at Miss Xiao and... standing next to someone else, Long Live Master, who was like a filial son and virtuous grandson, felt frightened and had tooth pain.

But he didn't dare to ask or look, so he could only turn around and leave with sincerity and respectfully.

In Qiankun Palace.

Emperor Pingjin and Xiao Rao looked at each other.

9527 floated over their heads and looked down nervously.

The two were silent for a moment.

"My mother, follow me to the study and talk."

Emperor Pingjin took the lead in speaking.

"Um."

Xiao Rao naturally agreed.

The two stood up, turned to the Qiankun Hall, and came to the small study in the back hall. Emperor Pingjin knocked down all the eunuchs, secret guards, and guards. He opened the window and the door. The two sat opposite each other. They did not mention Fu Hui, but instead talked about the side.

After all, the one who was beaten to the king was worthless.

Now there is something more important for the mother and son.

"My mother, are you going to come back to see your son or live a lifetime again?"

Emperor Pingjin asked in a deep voice, and the revenge was avenged, and he planned to talk to his mother about his important matters.

"I was reincarnated seriously, but I got the help of the judge and didn't drink Mengpo soup. Of course, I have to live a good life. The judge said that I have a very long life for my mother."

Xiao Rao's voice was quiet, as if he was joking.

If there is any point.

Emperor Pingjin was silent.

The air was filled with a hint of solemnity.

9527 looked at him with a high apology and did not dare to breathe.

"Why don't you become a male child and come to the clan?" After a while, Emperor Pingjin suddenly smiled bitterly, and his words were awkward.

The mother is talented and intelligent, and he has no children. If she can become a royal family, even if she has passed the fifth session, it will be easier to operate!

Xiao Rao sighed slightly, "Xianglang, don't you want to be the queen of your mother? But how many more lives can you live? That's a gift from heaven. How can you be greedy? It's just a matter of trouble!"

"Hiss~" Emperor Pingjin shook his head and began to suck his flower.

He lowered his head and reached his hand in front of him.

No matter how well maintained it is, it is a pair of old people's hands, with loose skin and bulging blood vessels, and a few brown spots on the back of the hands.

He is old.

This is a fact that Emperor Pingjin had to admit. Even if he was still strong and energetic,... the old saying goes: It is rare for a person to live in seventy years. The emperor's honor is considered to be a dying death after living to more than sixty years. He cannot guarantee that he is an exception.

Even though he lived to seventy or eighty, he still had too few compared to his mother.

Twenty years later, my mother was only in her forties.

The queen mother was thinking about him, and her kind heart, and her reincarnation for several lifetimes, and she still returned to him. How could he be so unfilial... A black-haired man sent a white-haired man, and he could no longer be able to solve the age of his mother. He was destined to let the queen mother suffer the pain of losing her son. This is no longer a mistake. How could he not arrange his affairs after his death?

How could the mother be bullied in a country without him but belonging to him?

What does it feel like to be thrown away?

He deeply understands how painful it will be for a living person to miss and pack of wolves.

Therefore, you cannot let your mother do this.

He wanted to make no one dare to deceive or provoke her mother, and look down on the Cangyu above thousands of people.

Power can only be achieved by holding great power.

So, at present, the three heirs in his palace are not suitable.

"My Mother..." Emperor Pingjin lowered his eyes and covered the thought and darkness in his eyes. He suddenly smiled and said jokingly: "Reincarnation is quite new, and the Queen Mother is in the mood to experience the joy of family again."

"Give me a younger brother?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Rao raised her eyebrows and felt a little sniffled in her heart. She twisted her hand with a slim hand, "Xilang, what do you mean?"

The original wish of this world: above ten thousand people... she must be an emperor, but Xiao Rao understands that her identity is not a royal family or a man. Even if she acts like a tiger and fools Emperor Pingjin into her son, she is definitely a delusion to inherit the throne!!

Throughout history, I have heard of which emperor, Lin Lao, entrusted the country to a woman with a foreign surname?

Isn’t that waiting to be cleared?

Therefore, if you want to achieve the standard of "above ten thousand people", Xiao Rao judged that there is only one way to go, that is...

"Mother, among the relatives of the Fu clan, I remember that there are many beautiful young men. I have chosen 30 or 50 good ones. If you like them, let's give him a title and lend him some use. When you give birth to a younger brother for me, I will carry him into the palace and educate him personally."

Emperor Pingjin touched, patted his chest gently, and said proudly: "My health is still good, I guess I can last for more than ten or twenty years. When the time comes, when my brother grows up, he will naturally protect you. My queen... Your daughter-in-law has died early, and the biggest in the harem is the imperial concubine. She is almost sixty people. She is suffering from this and that every day, and I guess she can't survive me."

"At that time, I will leave a decree, saying that I can't bear to separate the mother and son, and I will ask my brother to sign you as the Empress Dowager."

"Of course, if I don't have that long life, and before my brother grows up, I will be gone, and I will leave a suicide note, you can rule the country from behind!"
Chapter completed!