Just now, Leng Junao got the news that his smart son left the city and fled with his own sister. [】

For personal gain, he should really praise this son, adapting to his inspiration and attaching importance to family affection.

Leng Junao handed the bowl of goat milk in his hand to Zhao Wanxi's hand, and his eyes fell back to a boy. His eagle eyes were cold and he said coldly: "As the prince of Nanlin, you abandoned the city."

Can you tell me your crime if you become a king one day and the country is in trouble, wouldn’t you also abandon your country and flee?”

His stern words and stern voices, and his aggressive gaze made Leng Yulin's watery eyes flash, and he slightly avoided the man's gaze with a little guilty look.

However, after only a few seconds of pause, the little guy quickly reacted, no longer dodged his eyes, and faced his father's cold eyes, with confidence: "Keep the green mountains here, don't be afraid of burning firewood! If I don't bring you with me, I'm not afraid of burning firewood!

Tong'er sneaked out and escaped, and it is hard to guarantee that she would not become a hostage to Xiqi. Will Jieshi add more trouble to his father!"

The little guy is not willing to be outdone. He makes sense, but it really makes the man speechless for a while!

Leng Junao's face tense, and the atmosphere of father-son confrontation fell into an awkward deadlock, but at this moment, a weak voice came from the man's legs: "Father, Tong'er misses his mother, but Father is not

Will you definitely bring your brother and mother back when you return to the palace this time?"

The little brother is back, but where is her mother?

Leng Zitong raised her little face and looked at her father with big eyes, "Tong'er listened to her father's words, stayed obediently in the palace waiting for her mother and brother to come back..."

The little girl's coquettish and childish voice obediently and softly made Zhao Wanxi's heart tremble, and she felt inexplicably sorry for such a young and sensible child.

She glanced at the man again, and saw that the side face engraved by Leng Junao was obviously soft. He slowly lowered his body, half-squatted in front of his daughter, on the same parallel line as her eyes, and his nice magnetic voice turned into a soft voice.

Shui: "When did your father deceive Tong'er?"

Leng Zitong shook her head, her little head shaking like a wave drum. Her father is the king of a country. She always keeps her word!

The man then nodded cautiously: "When you return to the palace, you will naturally be able to see your mother!"

The little girl opened her almond eyes wide and her mouth wide, surprised and happy. The next second she turned around and jumped straight towards her brother.

"Brother, my father said just now that we will see my mother when we return to the palace!"

A boy twitched the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the little girl with contemptuous eyes: Childish!

Leng Zitong's spiritual eyes were slightly stunned, and she seemed to realize another difficult problem. Now that the palace is controlled by Xiqibing, Grandma Huang and Aunt Lan Xi have both fallen into the hands of the bad guys. What if they refuse to hand over the person?

Do it? Then won’t they never go back to the palace?

"We can return to the palace in less than three days!"

The man's mellow and low voice rose in the air, which immediately made the little girl's eyes that had just dimmed, and even the expression on her face changed slightly.

Leng Junao's expression was awesome and his tone was firm, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

"That's great! We will see our mother in three days..."
Chapter completed!