Mo Qingfeng knew his meaning and hurriedly bowed again and replied: "Your Majesty is a clear guide. Madam treats my son very well."

Qin Ziyue was furious, it was great!

"Hehe, is that right? How good are you? Let me listen." Qin Ziyue's voice was slightly deeper, and every word was murderous, and she was obviously really angry.

Mo Qingfeng seemed to have not heard it and hurriedly said, "My son is naughty and doesn't want to write, so his wife stays by her side every day and teaches her son to write. Now, my son can write nearly a hundred words!"

The anger in Qin Ziyue's chest rose, and Mo Qingfeng seemed to be ignorant and said happily: "Young Master now listens to his wife very much and knows that his wife is for his own good. By the way, it was a bit hot a few days ago. The lady made a special trip to order people to send ice cubes to sink the fresh fruit into the well and ice it. When I want to eat it, my young master also likes it very much!"

Qin Ziyue's fingertips of the table stopped, and almost a hole was pressed out of the table.

Mo Qingfeng didn't understand martial arts, so he continued happily: "Mrs. On weekdays, in order to earn some money and two meetings, she would feed fish or grow vegetables with my son. Those vegetables were easy. When the wife was in a good mood, she picked some fresh vegetables and ordered the kitchen to make them for the young master. The young master also liked it very much. Also, the young master was a little weak in physique, so the wife made some medicinal recipes, cooked them all night every night, and sent them to the young master on time. "

"Stop!" Qin Ziyue suddenly slapped the table and stopped angrily.

Mo Qingfeng quickly stopped talking, but his originally happy expression froze on his face, his eyes were a little confused, as if he didn't understand what had happened.

Xiahou Yongli looked aside and said in his heart that Mo Qingfeng usually looked at a person who was not flexible, but unexpectedly he would pretend to behave and pretend quite like him!

The atmosphere in the house suddenly dropped to freezing point, so gloomy that it seemed like lightning and thunder were about to be heard. At this time, no one dared to speak, and the room was silent.

At this moment, Qian Wuda walked in outside. He didn't realize that the atmosphere in the room was different. He knelt respectfully without looking at him and said, "I will tell you, my wife said that she will arrive soon. I hope Your Majesty will forgive you."

"Bang!"

As soon as Qian Wu finished speaking, a porcelain cup was bursting beside him. Water droplets were like waterfalls, and broken porcelain splashed, wetting his clothes and cutting his cheeks. He pursed his lips and knelt on the ground without moving, allowing his cheeks to bloom with fine scars, and blood slowly dripping down.

"She is Princess Deyang of the Great Shang Dynasty. You all call her wife. Why, do you all look down on my title in the Great Shang Dynasty?" Qin Ziyue's eyes seemed to be poisoned, and slowly swept over Qian Wu and Mo Qingfeng.

Even though Mo Qingfeng was known for being pedantic, he knew that the emperor was furious and hurriedly knelt down.

It was just that the two had a surprising tacit understanding, and no one answered the emperor's four words "Slaves dare not".

The room suddenly fell into a more strange and deep atmosphere, and a wisp of murderous aura gathered together, and soon filled the entire room.

"I have seen Your Majesty Xiahou, long live my emperor!" Qingyue and gentle voice quickly turned into the outside, and then there was one more person in the room, kneeling on the ground in a regular manner.
Chapter completed!