My little mom is the richest man

Entering Miyamoto that day was compelling, and the palace was dangerous. Every step I took, I thought about it carefully and left and right. The picture was just to be able to stay peacefully and peacefully until I was released at the age of 60, and to live some really dull and comfortable days. A very good man who loves me very much, has one or two children, and spends the rest of his life steadily.Now that you have such a thing, you don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse?"

"It's blessing! Naturally blessed, Mu Qiu is our Haoyu, one domain and seven countries... No, Xueyun has been destroyed. It should be the'first son' in one domain and six countries. Which woman does not want to marry such a Lang Jun?" He replied condensedly, as if it were a matter of course.

"You! You are still a kid! Child! Son!" Mingyue-jun smiled helplessly as he tapped his condensed forehead with his hand again.

"Yeah! Yeah! The little kid is now asking our eldest girl to go to dinner, and they have been ordered to go down for a while. It's cold, don't let it cool again!" With a sullen expression, Mingyue Jun , The two walked to the outhouse talking and laughing.

On a moonless night, the woman who fell in a pool of blood woke up from her dream in panic, waiting for the hope that the blood in her body would drain; she fell off a cliff, the pain in the woman’s heart with a severed hand; rising in the wind, the despair of seeing the soul passing away with the wind, Scenes and scenes from the dream reappeared in his mind, Mingyue-kun curled up to the corner of the wall tightly, and tried to find a trace of peace of mind with his back against the cold wall.However, the pain, helplessness, and despair in my heart still hit like a tide, unbearable, and I had to hide my face and cry.

In the dark, she sat up gracefully, lit up the candlestick on the table with her fingers, gently shielded Mingyuejun into her arms, and slowly drew his slender fingers across her black hair, and again and again, "It's okay...I'm here... ...Don't be afraid of anything...Don't be afraid...It's just a dream."

Yes!Just dream, don’t be afraid...don’t be afraid.Feeling the warm and strong body of the other party, inhaling the familiar clear fragrance from the tip of his nose, listening to the sound of the man’s spring water flowing into my heart, Ding Dong Ding Dong aroused heart waves, and gradually calmed down with that sound, and Mingyue Jun’s heart also Then slowly calmed down.

"Mu Qiu! ... slave maid..." After calming down, I found out that a man entered his room at some unknown time, and this man was Mu Qiu who had just become her husband-Feng Xueyang, and was shocked. In shock, he instinctively wanted to get up and bow to him, only to find that he was being held tightly in his arms by the man.

"Hehe...Don't move!" A nice low smile knocked into the bottom of my heart, "Mr Mingyue! Are you... afraid of me?"

Mingyuejun nodded instinctively, but felt wrong, and shook his head hurriedly.

"Are you like this? Are you afraid? Or are you not afraid?"

Hearing Mu Qiu's relaxed tone, he seemed to be just joking, Mingyue Jun also relaxed a little, but didn't know how to answer, right?It will make him angry.Say you are not afraid?But it seems disrespectful, dilemma...

As if seeing Jun Mingyue’s embarrassment, Feng Xueyang stopped teasing her, but frowned and asked: "What dream do you have? Why is it always scared like this?" I remember that she was also on the way to Chaoyue. Was awakened many times by this.

"Also...nothing? It's just the dream of a woman dying...but I can't see the face clearly, maybe it's possible for three women, but I always feel that they should be the same person... Anyway, it's very chaotic... After a while, I broke my wrist and fell off the cliff. After a while, I cut my wrist and the blood ran out. Then the soul disappeared with the wind..."