Chapter 1552 Bigger than Nanling Emperor

The little baby looked sluggish in front of him, pitiful.

Liu Yusheng sighed softly, knowing a son is like a mother, her son borrowed his courage from the sky, and he is extremely powerful. Except for their relatives, there is nothing he is afraid of in this world.

"Your temperament is playful and troublesome. Mother knows it, but you also need to be measured when you are too playful. If you are too unscrupulous, you are arrogant. You have to know how to handle it, Croton. You are the child of Nanling King. Everything you do is done outside the house." People's eyes will be magnified. Mother doesn't need you to be a role model, but at least, you have to be worthy of the word Nanling on the top of your head."

Croton raised his eyes and looked at his mother who spoke so earnestly and earnestly to him for the first time, with slight doubts on his little face, "But father and mother also told the child that at this age, the child can be carefree. Even if you get into trouble, you can still be forgiven. Isn’t it the only few years of childhood where you can play around? I won’t be like this when I grow up.”

Why is what mother said now different from what she said before?

He plays as he pleases and walks according to his heart, isn't that right? He didn't harm anyone.

"Dad and mother have said those words, and they also said that at your age, you have willful power. Even if you get into trouble, your parents will take care of you. That's because we all believe in your character. This is your parents' love for you But pampering is not the same as connivance, and likewise, self-willedness is not the same as presumptuousness. You need to experience the difference and grasp it yourself."

The little baby fell into deep thought, her brows were tightly frowned, and the doubts in her eyes still lingered.

Feng Qingbai reached out and patted the little baby on the head, "Those who achieve great things should know how to be calm and restrained. Otherwise, if you are too confident, you will be conceited."

Croton was startled and looked at his father.

"It's late, let's go and rest. Don't make a fuss about Qiqi, he's injured."

"Daddy, what's wrong with Qiqi? Who bullied him?!" Hearing that Qiqi was injured, Croton became anxious immediately, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Let's talk about this after the incident, let's go down." The man's voice was slightly cold, and so was his look at Croton.

Looking at daddy for a moment, Croton pursed his lips and retreated.

This time there was no argument, nor did I act like a baby with my mother, it was very quiet.

Seeing that her son really went out obediently, Liu Yusheng was worried again, "Feng Qingbai, do you think what we said just now was too harsh? Croton is only under six years old..."

"Shengsheng, in the royal family, a six-year-old can no longer be naive."

"I know, it's for his own good to be strict with him now." Liu Yusheng sighed and leaned on the man's shoulder, "Do you think mothers are like this, knowing that they should be strict, but always soft-hearted without limit? "

"Well, probably loving mothers are like this." The man lowered his head, stared at her and said with a smile.

"Then I can't be Yan's mother."

"It's okay, there is a strict father."

Liu Yusheng raised her head, looked into the man's eyes with a smile, and drowned in his eyes.

"Father, mother, you are all shy again, I haven't fallen asleep yet."

A soft and waxy voice came from the bed, and when the two adults turned their heads, they saw the little girl on the bed pretending to cover her eyes and grinning.

"You're still awake at this moment, and you're in such good spirits, that mother is going to tickle you."

"No, mother, Hongdou has already fallen asleep! Hahaha!" The little baby slipped into the bed and didn't move, only laughter came from the bed.

The couple's faces were full of tenderness.

"You and Hongdou rest, I'll come back after I've dealt with the matter." Watching the woman climb up and kiss his wife and daughter on the cheeks, Feng Qingbai walked out of the tent.

Wei Zi arrested someone there, and he wanted to interrogate him immediately to avoid complications.

Thinking of Qiqi being hurt by the flute and vomiting blood, Feng Qingbai narrowed his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes was extremely cold.

When he reached the door of Xiaopengzi, the man paused, looked at the faint light leaking from inside, and the voice of the conversation that could be lowered in volume, and finally did not go in, and started to leave.

In the tent, Croton was squatting on the edge of the carpet, looking at the sleeping person, his mouth was tightly pursed.

"Cousin, Qiqi's face is so pale, is she really all right?"

"It's really all right, your mother has already seen it, and you still don't believe her medical skills? Get up tomorrow morning, and Qiqi will be as healthy as before." Feng Mohan sighed, and answered the same for the fifth time Then, "Why didn't I see it before, you little devil is so nagging."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake Qi Qi up!" Xiao Wa'er immediately glared at him.

Feng Mohan, "..."

He was really convinced by this little ancestor. He was going to leave when he came back just now, but he kindly stayed when he saw the little boy had a bad expression.

Not only has he been consoling the master for so long, but he was still disgusted by all kinds of people. He has never seen anyone who is more difficult to serve than this little ancestor, even bigger than the Nanling Emperor.

"You said that Qi Qi was injured by a flute player?" Xiao Wa'er was silent for a moment, then asked again.

"Yes, yes, little ancestor, I have answered many times!"

"You said it might be, but you didn't say it must be."

"... Then I didn't know at first. Later, when I heard the sound of the flute when I was close, I can only deduce it like this." He also asked the emperor's uncle later. Didn't the emperor's uncle not answer him? Being pissed off by the little devil? "But after your father attacked that person, the sound of the flute stopped, so I'm sure that Qiqi's injury must be related to the sound of the flute. Little ancestor, please let me go, why ask so clearly? There is something wrong with this matter." Adults handle it, and you don't need to meddle with it, a little doll."

"Is it the one who was caught by me?"

"Maybe—" Feng Mohan elongated his tone and secretly rolled his eyes.

The little kid will really add gold to his face, if he's not there, don't you know? The person was obviously dragged back by Wei Zi.

Originally thought that if he was so eccentric, Xiao Waer would definitely resent him in dissatisfaction, but who knew that after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

Feng Mohan looked up, and unexpectedly saw the little baby's face half-buried in his arms, and the eyes of the usually extremely elf were red.

This is... crying, crying?

"Hey, my little ancestor!" Feng Mohan was so frightened that he fell back and fell to the ground, "No, it's none of my business, I didn't make Xiaomo and cousin cry, Uncle Huang, Auntie!—”

"Cousin, don't make noise." Xiaowaer looked sideways, frowning and staring at him.

Feng Mohan stared at the little baby carefully for a while, then got up and patted his buttocks, "Crotou, it's getting late, cousin is leaving first, you should go to bed earlier."

The back view of the man leaving looks almost like running away.

The hanging curtain swayed several times in mid-air because the man was too flustered and exerted too much force.

"It's the Nanling Emperor, so cowardly." The little baby muttered twice, then turned to look at the little baby who was sleeping on the carpet.