His son finally returned to him, and he finally saw the precious son born to him by the damn woman!

The corners of his eyes were wet. Such a big man, the famous Prince Yi, could almost shed tears of heroes because he saw his flesh and blood.

Bao'er was carried over by Feng Chenye. After struggling for so long, he just looked at him with his round eyes open. After a while, he didn't see any unhappy expression. The little man didn't even recognize his child at all.

"My son, my son!" Looking back at Zhan Qingcheng and Jiuyin who walked to them, he looked at Zhan Qingcheng excitedly and said, "Did you see it? This is my son, my species!"

Zhan Qingcheng's eyes fell on Baoer's small face. Although he felt sour, he thought that this little man was the flesh that fell from Jiuyin's belly. It was his seed, and it was his seed. Anyway, it was all of the same bloodline.

Jiuyin clenched the heart of the fist hard, pressing her little hand against the door of her heart, so moved that she almost burst into tears.

He only knew that it was his son, but he forgot that his son was born from her womb. At this time, he wanted to go over and hug her Baoer, but looking at Prince Yi's honest and honest appearance that was so excited that he could describe as cute, he couldn't bear to break this situation.

Feng Chenye raised Baoer high above his head and looked up at the little man. He felt mixed emotions. At this moment, he really didn't know what to use to describe his mood. He only thought a lot for a moment.

Thinking about whether to spoil him or strictly demand him? Should we spoil him and raise him, or should we let him adapt to various hell-style training since childhood, so that he can be stronger than anyone else when he grows up?

For a moment, I couldn't think of what way to get along with his son in the future. After thinking about it, I suddenly realized that Baoer is only ten months old now, and even if he talks about the principles of life to him, he doesn't understand it. He seems to have thought too much.

But, I just can't help but think about it for a long time and a very strange feeling, and I actually started to plan for another life form in the future.

Finally, after being lifted by him for a long time, Baoer started crying with a "wow".

"You scared him." Jiuyin couldn't help but pull his hand down and snatched Bao'er from his arms.

The son returned to her arms, and the tears at the corners of his eyes could not be hidden at all, and they slid down, falling drop by drop on Baoer's clothes.

Seeing that tears wet his clothes, she was so scared that she was at a loss. She quickly picked up her sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and also wiped away the tears that Baoer had just cried.

Strangely, after reaching her arms, Baoer immediately stopped crying, just staring at her with her big eyes open for a moment.

"I am your mother." She murmured in a mute voice: "Baoer, I am my mother, do you still remember me? Do you still remember me?"

He was less than a year old, so they took him away from her. After more than nine months left, Baoer still recognizes her?

Holding him in her arms, she lowered her head and kissed his tender face, and said in a low voice: "Baoer, my Baoer."

Seeing her tears in her eyes but holding back her unwillingness to slip away, the people around her felt warm. The scene of family reunion was always so warm.

Although Zhan Qingcheng was so uncomfortable that the scene when Feng Chenye hugged Baoer just now that he told him that it was his son, now when he saw Jiuyin holding Baoer, the corners of his lips couldn't hide his maternal light, and he couldn't consciously raise his lips.

The big palm couldn't help but poke her out and hugged her in her arms, her eyes accidentally swept across her flat abdomen. In the past few days, he has left his mark on her body. Perhaps soon, there will be another treasure in his belly.

Feng Mujin walked to Jiuyin, pointed his finger and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile: "You are already the owner of an island now, so don't cry in front of your subordinates, be strong."

Jiuyin glanced up at him, and when she looked at his dusty look, she bit her lip, and after a while she stood up, pulled his head off, printed a kiss on his lips, and then hugged Baoer and entered the carriage with Ruhua.

Feng Chenye also followed in with a stern face. As for how warm the picture of the family of three in the car is, others don’t know.

In the end, even Ruhua couldn't stand the sweetness of the family, so she hurriedly climbed out and continued to rush to the city gate with Qingyang, the horse with the four seas.

Baoer returned to them, and the people in this family were finally together.

That day, in order to get close to his son, Jiuyin and Feng Chenye put down all their official duties and spent the whole day teasing Baoer in the room.

Baoer can't leave now, but he can stand independently. His two little legs are so thick and strong, and you can tell at a glance that he is a strong master. According to Prince Yi's proud words, this son will definitely become a great man in the future.

Although Feng Mujin and Zhan Qingcheng were envious of someone having a son, fortunately they were not jealous. They just stood by and guarded the family, which was rare to think the same thing in their hearts.

That is, how can we plant another treasure in this woman's belly as soon as possible?

At that time, they can also hold the little man and say to the shameless Prince Yi, "What, this is my kindness."

But no matter what, the picture of the five people is so warm that people hardly dare to look directly at it.

In the distance, Canghai leaned on the tree and looked at them quietly. I don’t know how long it took to look before sighing and leaving.

This little world does not belong to him at all, and the family of five has no share. Those three men are her men, only she is not.

She is obviously her legitimate husband, but she is always just an outsider...

Walking out of this small yard and looking up, the clear and picturesque stroll around the world.

Although the two are over 20 years apart, when they walk together, the picture is indescribable.

Apart from a single silver thread, the West Qingyang looked like a man in his early thirties. He couldn't see how old he was when he walked with Ruhua. There was a sense of peace lingering between the two, which made it difficult for others to interfere.

Canghai greeted her and smiled and said, "Since you are back, should you explain your affairs to her clearly?"

Sihai Qingyang and Ruhua looked at each other, Ruhua blushed and said softly: "I just came back today, so I'll stay with her and Baoer."

His eyes secretly looked up again, and he looked at Sihai Qingyang. He just lowered his eyes to himself, his eyes soft.

This man who was still meticulous a few months ago now knows what tenderness and pity are when he looks at her. She smiled and said, "We don't have to worry about our affairs, and we'll talk about it when we settle down."

That evening, Canghai ordered people to set up a large table in the front yard, and everyone gathered around the table to have a reunion dinner.

When Jiuyin came out, they had already sat down. Seeing Jiuyin, Sihai Qingyang stood up again, came to her and knelt down, gave her a big gift, and then stood up at her gesture.

Jiuyin handed Bao'er over to Feng Chenye, looked up at Sihai Qingyang, and felt sour in his heart. After looking for a long time, he called out softly: "Six Emperors Uncle."

The four seas Qingyang smiled slightly. Although she was her emperor uncle, she was the king and he was the minister. There was a difference between the king and the minister, so it was appropriate to salute her.

This time, Jiuyin did not stop him. But after calling out the Sixth Emperor Uncle, she suddenly took his palm two steps forward. This Emperor Uncle is now her only blood relative of the older generation in the world.

Because of the order of the late emperor, he has been punished for more than 20 years and has not been discharged until now.

She took a deep breath and looked at him and said seriously: "Sixth Emperor, start talking back from today. I will forgive your sins."

Sihai Qingyang was stunned, his palm tightened unconsciously, and even his little hand was holding her tightly.

He had been waiting for this sentence, but later he had forgotten the feeling of waiting. Perhaps he said that he no longer wanted to wait, so he just wanted to be a mute and it would be fine for his whole life.

But now, after hearing what she said, he was so excited that he couldn't help but feel moisturized in the corners of his eyes.

Ruhua walked to him and held his palm, so excited that she could not describe her mood at this moment in words.

She knew about the things in the world, and she also knew about the mistakes he made. He was a person who could speak, but he had been a mute for more than 20 years. She knew all of this.

She gently held his palm and said hoarsely: "Qingyang, Her Majesty the Queen has forgiven you for your sins. You... speak a word."

Everyone's eyes fell on him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Sihai Qingyang moved his lips, but in fact he wanted to speak, but he had never spoken for more than 20 years. This made him suddenly say that he forgot the feeling of speaking.

"Don't be nervous, relax, I want to hear your call to Her Majesty the Queen." Jiuyin said with a smile.

He moved his lips again, and the word "Queen" was overflowing with silence, but his voice was too hoarse, so hoarse that he couldn't even hear it clearly, let alone others?

He was excited for a moment and knelt down again, looked up at Jiuyin, and was blaming himself for saying something bad that even the Queen was unable to say goodbye to her.

Jiuyin squatted down and looked at him in a straight face, and smiled and said, "Just shout "Her Majesty the Queen, the Sixth Emperor Uncle."

He still moved his lips, his voice extremely hoarse, as if the Adam's apple was stuck with countless sand and stones. The word "Queen" seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He still opened his mouth and finally called out again in a silence: "Female...Emperor...Master."

The voice was still so hoarse, but this time everyone heard it clearly.

Feng Mujin also squatted down beside him, holding his shoulder and said excitedly: "Master, Master, can you call me a disciple? Master!"

He has known his master for so many years, but he has never heard him say a word, let alone call him.
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