Qin Yun glared at him angrily and said, "That's because you can't tell the east, south, west and north. Bailong refused to surrender. I will kill him and Ling Chi will execute him!"
"And you are still pleading with me, are you too unconsiderable for your man? Remember your current identity!"
Su Yan focused heavily, his face was serious, and he felt a little guilty: "I know Your Majesty, I was not good at it just now, and I didn't change my identity."
When talking about identity, Qin Yun's steps suddenly stopped.
He patted his forehead: "I forgot to ask just now, what does the Eighth King mean? Are there many people?"
Su Yan showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and pursed his lips and said, "The Eight Kings are the eight princes of the Great Sui Dynasty. They are similar to the King of Zhenbei, with outstanding achievements and a king of different surnames."
"But they were all killed by Emperor Gaozu of Daxia..."
Speaking of this, Su Yan peeked at him.
Qin Yun grinned: "Then, then, are we still a feud?"
Su Yan smiled bitterly, with a very feminine charm: "Actually, these are all gimmicks."
"The Eight Kings' bloodline has long been slaughtered. At most, we are distant relatives, the kind that cannot be matched. The White Lotus Sect needs us to say this, so I have never felt a sense of belonging."
"As for what you said just now, there are not many people, many!" She looked serious: "Almost all the officials in the White Lotus Sect are descendants of the former Great Sui Dynasty."
"My little master, pays great attention to bloodline."
Qin Yun sneered: "This dog is just a fake guy, he is a bit kinship, so he said that he is from the blood of the Sui Dynasty and is trying to restore the throne."
"When I catch him, I will stomp his face!"
Su Yan shook and hugged him gently: "Your Majesty, I believe you can."
"But be careful. Perhaps only the little master knows the many trump cards of the White Lotus Sect for generations. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Yun took a deep breath and patted her hair.
"Of course I know, don't worry."
"I will be very busy these days. Just stay in the harem. I will ask the Ministry of Rites to give you a title of Jieyu. How about it?"
Su Yanhong's lips raised: "It doesn't matter if you have a title, as long as your Majesty don't be so fierce next time."
"Do you mean it's on the bed or under the bed?"
Su Yan stumbled and then her face turned red.
But he still answered generously: "All of them!"
The two snuggled up for a short time and separated.
Qin Yun started to arrest the White Lotus Sect and expand the army. He was so busy that he had to take time to accompany Xiao Yuxiang occasionally.
Tong Wei and the others are even more sticky.
For a moment, he felt a little too tired.
Just as he got free, he walked out to bask in the sunset at dusk, and he met someone.
"Mu Xin!"
I saw the little girl turn her head from the vermilion wall, wearing a snow-white skirt, with a bun on her head, which was very clean and her pink face was romantic.
At such a young age, it is enough to show the prototype of his beauty.
I have to say that Muci's genes are really good, and I guess they will be more beautiful when I was young.
But Qin Yun always felt that Mu Xin didn't look much like Mu Le and Mu Ci.
Mu Le and Mu Ci have a somewhat similar charm, but Mu Xin is different. The older they grow, the more straight their facial features are, and they feel like they are in the light of Wei Ru, as if they have the blood of Hu people.
She walked quickly, and although she was less than ten years old, she was very polite.
"Join Your Majesty." She looked decent and wanted to salute, very well-behaved!
Qin Yun quickly supported him.
He said with a loving look: "Don't kneel."
"Why are you the only one today?"
Mu Xin looked up, and refused to admit his child's birth. He smiled sweetly, and said with a small breasts: "Master will teach me some tips for inviting the Moon Palace today."
"I've finished learning, so I have to go home."
Qin Yun frowned: "No one picks you up?"
Mu Xin shook her head: "My mother and her master have told her that girls should also be independent and should not raise princess disease."
"So since Master came back, I have been home by myself."
Hearing this, Qin Yun felt distressed!
This girl is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
He reached out and picked her up: "Mu Xin, how about I send you home today?"
When you see this scene inside and outside the square, you are envious!
He was only a few years old and was so favored by His Majesty. He sent it home in person, and never saw the princesses of all generations!
Mu Xin subconsciously shook his head.
Then he suddenly remembered something, his big eyes turned and blurted out: "Okay, but can you not tell your master?"
Qin Yun was tired for a day, but was amused by her and relaxed.
He smiled and said, "Why?"
"I see what you want to refuse, but why do you agree?"
Mu Xin's face turned red and her fingers twisted: "Because, because of mother!"
"oh?"
Qin Yun was surprised: "Because what's your mother?"
Mu Xin twitched his delicate nose and raised his head very seriously and said, "Because my mother misses His Majesty very much. If His Majesty sends me back, my mother will see you."
"In my mother's house, there is a portrait of His Majesty. She actually stared at the portrait for a long time, and she looked at it old."
Qin Yun's smile stopped and was inexplicably touched by the little girl's words!
Mu Ci is probably waiting in Mu Mansion. She is thin-skinned and cannot really come to the palace to find her, so she is even less likely to ask for anything.
Thinking of this, he was even more sure that he would go and see Muci more.
Otherwise, I would just take her into the palace.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Mu Xin stretched out his little hand and shook it in front of his eyes. He was very innocent and cute.
"No, it's okay."
"Let's go, I'll send you back, by the way, where's your master?"
“Master seems to have gone to meditate.”
The two walked out of Xuanwu Gate without a word. The large number of Jinyiwei Imperial Guards following behind them were absolutely quiet and did not dare to bother them.
From a distance, under the setting sun, Qin Yun hugged Mu Xin, like a father and daughter.
After getting along for a short time, his daughter's slave mentality became flooded.
Come to Mu Mansion.
Qin Yun's arrival was obviously unexpected.
Mu Ci, who was facing the sky with a plain face and didn't put on rouge and powder, even exclaimed, and the tools for trimming the flower pot in her hand were almost gone.
"Ah, Your Majesty!" She dodged her eyes, wishing she could cover her face and dress up first.
"Ha ha!"
"Is it a surprise?"
"I'll come to see you and send Mu Xin back by the way."
"Yes, yes, mom, you see Your Majesty?" Mu Xinren smiled so hard that he let himself go with the butterfly as soon as he arrived home.
Mu Ci glared at her and pretended to be a stern mother: "Go, Mrs. Zhang, take Xin'er down to wash your hands."
"yes!"
Immediately someone came up and took Mu Xin away. The girl turned around and smiled at Qin Yun, then jumped away.
In the yard, the servants were all scattered, leaving only two of them.
Mu Ci rubbed his clothes at a loss and raised his eyes secretly, showing a unique feminine charm.
"Your Majesty, please sit down first."
"I'll go change my clothes and make you tea."
As soon as she finished speaking, a black shadow flashed by, and Qin Yun rushed to her and held her palm of the fat jade.
A magnetic voice sounded: "No need, accompany me for a walk."
Mu Ci looked around with a look of color and frightened. When she saw Qin Yun's smile, her mind instantly blanked: "Okay, okay..."