"Father."
When Xiaotuanzi saw his relatives, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help calling out loudly, leaning forward with all his strength, stretching out his little hands for a hug.
Su Qingluo came back to his senses, hurried forward a few steps, and sent Xiaotuanzi to his father.
"Xuan'er."
Your lord took his son, hugged him carefully, and pampered his face with eyes full of pampering, adding a bit of warmth to his unparalleled charming face.
"Woo hoo."
Xiao Tuanzi returned to the embrace of his closest relatives, and the grievances he had suppressed for a long time finally vented out.
Not long after nestling in your lord's arms, she pursed her small mouth, and with tears of grievance wrapped in her eyes, she began to sob.
"Xuan'er, be good, don't be afraid, father is here, no one will dare to hurt you anymore."
Your gentleman hugged Huang'er tenderly, patted his back lightly, his low and gentle voice was like mellow fine wine, it was intoxicating to listen to.
Su Qingluo shook her little head, freeing herself from the confusing voice in time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blood-red tear mole under the noble gentleman's left eyelid, and his heart was dark.
Naturally charming!
This person is very talented, born with the ability to charm the mind, and he is even more blessed to practice charming skills, the tear mole under the eyelids is the best proof.
The deeper the skill is, the redder the tear mole under the eyelids will be.
The charm skill has been practiced to the extreme, just looking at it can make people lose their minds and obey him.
Fortunately, this person's skill is still weak, far from being able to charm the mind and control people's hearts.
"Come here, this girl has done a great job in taking care of the emperor's son, and I will reward you with a thousand taels of gold."
Su Qingluo was thinking to herself when the noble gentleman's bewitching voice suddenly came to her ears, and she was shocked when she heard it, and she suddenly raised her head.
His suspicious and uncertain eyes met Shang Guijun's deep and unfathomable eyes.
"yes!"
An accompanying attendant, carrying a tray that had been prepared, walked slowly to Su Qingluo.
"mother."
Su Qingluo took a deep breath, tried to stabilize her mind, pretended to be an ignorant little girl, and pulled Li Xiu'e's sleeve at a loss.
"Sister Yu, hurry up and kowtow, thank you for your reward."
Li Xiu'e suddenly recovered from the bewitching beauty of the noble gentleman, saw the scene in front of her clearly, her heart and lungs were beating wildly in shock, she quickly pulled Su Hu, accompanied her little daughter, and knelt down to thank her.
Su Ziqin and Su Zixuan also knelt down and kowtowed together.
"Forget it, your daughter is also considered the emperor's benefactor, so there is no need to be polite."
Your nobleman waved his sleeves in a fluttering manner, and immediately an accompanying attendant took two steps forward and helped the whole family up.
Li Xiu'e replaced the youngest daughter and took over the tray with a thousand taels of gold, her arms trembling with excitement.
"Sister Qingluo."
Xiaotuanzi suddenly stopped crying, spit out two syllables clearly, leaned out from the nobleman's arms, and wanted Su Qingluo to hug him.
There was a flash of surprise in your gentleman's eyes, as if he was worried about being robbed of the emperor, he did not let go, but used a little strength to hug his soft and cute body tightly.
"Xuan'er, be good, go home with your father, be obedient, don't be playful, go to bed early."
Su Qingluo didn't know why, but a soreness surged up in her heart, without the clingy balls, her arms felt empty and uncomfortable.
"Sister, give me a hug."
When Xiaotuanzi heard her voice, he twisted his small body vigorously, trying to break free from his father's embrace.
"Let's go!"
Your gentleman's eyes dimmed, he turned around and left with his arms around the emperor's son, the attendants followed closely behind him on the left, the small courtyard was soon empty of people.
There was only Xiaotuanzi's soft and waxy voice, calling for her sister, which became more and more indistinct with the distant footsteps of the nobleman until it completely disappeared with the wind.