Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Although this middle emperor is destined to die early, she has not finished all the things she has to do, but she cannot let him die so soon. It would be too happy to die like this.

"Yes, High Priest."

Leng Yikun responded, raised his hand to take the porcelain bottle, came to the side of the Emperor, squatted down and forced a healing elixir into his mouth.

He originally wanted to take his hand back, but when his eyes caught the Emperor Zhong's eyes glaring at him angrily, he immediately sneered and raised his hand to slap the Emperor Zhong's face hard several times.

"You still have the intention to glare at me? If you have the skills, why not think carefully about how you will die next."

"Who are you?"

Emperor Zhong was in pain all over his body at this moment, as if his bones had been broken and reshaped.

But he was still able to speak, and asked Leng Yikun, this is the palace of the Zhonghuang Kingdom, and there are so many guards. How did these people break in?

Moreover, he is the Emperor of China and the ruler of the Kingdom of China. How could these people be so bold and attack him directly without saying a word?

He couldn't figure it out, where did these people come from?

"Can't figure it out?"

Leng Yikun looked at him with ridicule and asked.

Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the Zhonghuang Emperor, he shook his head and felt that the Zhonghuang Kingdom was not much different from the Beikun Kingdom. They were almost the same.

"It's okay if you don't understand. If you could figure it out, you wouldn't join forces with Beikun to deal with the Yin family."

He slapped the emperor's face again several times until his mouth was swollen. Then he felt relieved and stood up and stood beside An Jiuyue.

"You...are you from Wulong Mountain?"

The emperor looked surprised and looked at the four people in front of him in disbelief.

Why did these people come so quickly? He hadn't even thought of a countermeasure before they came over. What would he do?

"No, no, it's Emperor Beikun. He coaxed me into dealing with the Yin family. It has nothing to do with me. If you want to blame, blame Emperor Beikun!"

Thinking of what he learned about the fate of Emperor Beikun, he was frightened. He shook his head repeatedly and put all the blame on Emperor Beikun.

Anyway, the Beikun Emperor is already dead, so even if he takes the blame, he won't be able to stand up and defend himself.

"You will do whatever Emperor Beikun says? Why, is the majestic Emperor Zhong just a lackey around Emperor Beikun?" Yu Rong asked him in return.

Qian Jiyun glanced at the Emperor with cold eyes and felt that things here would not be over for the time being, so he took out the tables and chairs and put some hot food on the table.

"Jiuyue, come sit down and eat some first."

"good."

An Jiuyue touched her belly when she saw the food.

She was really hungry and wanted to go over and pick up little Noonuo, but her husband didn't give her this chance and instead turned sideways.

"I'll just hold Nuonuo, you eat first."

The little baby who just wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms said: "!!!"

Why? He just wants his mother to hold him, not his father to hold him and feed him. His mother smells good, but his father smells bad!

"Mom, rice, rice, hey."

"Daddy feeds you."

Qian Jiyun hugged her son upright again, sat on another chair, and taught her son a lesson with a fierce look on her face.

"Nono, your mother is very tired. You can't always let her hold you. The same goes for daddy holding you. Be good, let's eat. What do you want to eat?"