My Little Mom is the Richest

Looking at him was Feng Xueyang's grandfather, Jing Fei's father, and the current prime minister Qing Zhiyuan, who was staring at him with burning eyes. It's no wonder that people don't want to see me. If someone gets drunk, he will be confused and have a Wushan Yunyu with his grandson who is in poor health. The rain lasted for a long time. It lasted all day and night. Now it's better. The man is unconscious at this moment. Everyone said that he was charming and seducing the master. Coupled with the identity of the black mist wraith, it was not It made my grandpa very angry!

The foxy charm confuses the Lord, Mingyue Jun laughed at himself, God knows that with his popular face, he is actually qualified to be called foxy? ! Looking down at the shadow on the ground moving little by little with the sun, another moment passed, and in two moments it would be the time of execution.

In front is the Fuxi Temple, the largest main temple in the temple. This temple has a barrier. Only with the permission of the Great God Fuxi, the empress and imperial master of Qingxu Tianding, the patriarch of each generation of the Xueyuan family, can enter the temple. You can enter. If anyone else tries to enter, they will be punished by God. The queen of Qingxu's generation has not yet been decided, and the heir has not yet been decided. Just now, Emperor Yuzhen has entered and prayed. At this moment, he is already sitting majestically on the jade throne in front of the palace. The sash on the imperial crown shines with colorful pearls under the sunlight. They were so intertwined that their faces were blurred. Even so, Lord Mingyue still remembers the emperor in the court hall this morning who had changed from his previous cool and unrestrained look, and had a sinister and resentful look on his face. It’s no wonder that anyone who sees the evildoer who has come to harm his son and country will want to skin him and dismember him immediately to avoid future troubles. What’s more, even though he is harmless to his home and country, his beloved son has already been harmed. Although he was unconscious, the resentment in his heart was understandable.

However, compared to this angry emperor, Concubine Jing, Feng Xueyang's mother, seemed a little too calm. The woman known as Concubine Jing lived up to her name and was very quiet and upright. Although she is the most favored concubine of Emperor Jade Zhen in the past few decades, she is embarrassed to take fame, wealth and power very lightly. On weekdays, she is always trapped in her own palace meditating and practicing, rarely interacting with others, even her own son. Very little care, and the relationship between mother and son is very weak.

Mingyue Jun couldn't tell what the relationship between mother and son was, but it was true that the two rarely met. As far as Mingyue Jun knew, he had been by Feng Xueyang's side for more than half a year, but the mother and son only got along four times, and each time they left in a hurry without saying anything. Now, his son is unconscious, there is no anxiety on his face, and there is no trace of disgust in his eyes. It is really hard to see through it! Is it true that as rumored, Mu Qiu had a weak relationship with her biological mother while studying abroad since she was a child? But no matter how indifferent, can the relationship between mother and son be so indifferent?

"Okay! Everything is ready, bring Mu Qiu over!" The speaker was a young man in red clothes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and red lips on a slightly baby-fat face, and big round eyes that were clear and warm. There is something childish about it. Who would have thought that the arrival of such a cute and cheerful boy would send him to the burning platform?

After a while, Mu Qiu was carried up and put into the center of the talisman array that the young man in red clothes had just prepared. Looking at the pale face and bloodless lips, Mingyue Jun was a little annoyed. He clearly looked extremely weak. Why did he think he was asleep? . ,,.