Say he's not good at singing? Say he's not as good as these showgirls?
Although these are all women, Yu Liu never distinguishes between men and women when he is jealous.
Feng Yao was afraid that if he said it, he would undoubtedly be looking for trouble.
Yu Liu obviously felt that Feng Yao had been righted by him, and he felt guilty and did not dare to speak back. He was even more angry in his heart. In fact, this was not true. What did Zhang Ling do to learn those things to please Yao Yao?
I really want to slap him back to Chenzhou, and it would be best if he never shows up again.
Feng Yao couldn't help but feel curious when she saw Yu Liu gritting her teeth and looking angry.
What is this man thinking, acting like he wants to kill someone?
After a while, the old emperor was still gathering people. He seemed to be very serious and occasionally looked up at the women in the palace.
The only ones who didn't pay attention to the above were Yu Liu, Feng Yao, and Yu Min's table next to them.
"What song are you listening to? Didn't I, the prince, say that you are busy giving birth to a son? Are you bored?" Yu Liu's big palm rubbed Feng Yao's waist carefully, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The corner of Feng Yao's mouth twitched. This was such a good excuse. It was obviously for his own lust, but he still insisted on involving his son. Yu Liu, are you so embarrassed?
Undisguised contempt completely fell into Yu Liu's eyes, her face turned red, and Yu Liu growled: "I have worked so hard, why hasn't my son shown up yet?"
Feng Yao felt that Yu Liu blushed entirely because he understood what she was thinking.
However, he will still blush because of it. The innocence at the beginning has not completely disappeared, right?
God knows how much Feng Yao missed Yu Liu, who was as innocent as a little white rabbit. How easy to be bullied, how easy to blush, how cute!
But now, eh, Feng Yao doesn’t even want to say it anymore, he is just a big-tailed wolf!
Still full of bad ideas.
Feng Yao pouted and said bitterly: "Who wants a son? No! Wouldn't it make me mad to death like you?"
Yu Liu instantly felt aggrieved, her black eyes blinked slightly, as if covered with a layer of mist, and said: "Yaoyao, why am I so angry with you? How can I let it go?"
Feng Yao rolled his eyes, he was acting cute again. He really wanted to ravage his hateful face.
Feng Yao Yu Liu was flirting as if no one was around. Although her voice was low and her movements were not big, someone was paying attention.
This was the second time that Yumin crushed the cup in his hand. He forced himself not to look at it, but he couldn't help it. He had never seen Yaoer like that.
Such gentleness, such coquettish words, Yao'er had never treated him like that before.
Does this mean that Yao'er never really liked him before?
Yu Min felt a stab of pain in his heart, as if a hand was squeezing his heart tightly. The pain was so painful that he almost suffocated.
Yumin's skills were not weak, so he could completely hear the conversation between the two.
When Yu Liu talked about his son, Yu Min felt that his heart was lost. They had been in the same room for so long, and Yu Liu only had one concubine, Feng Yao, and they slept together every day. How could they not have children?
Thinking of the child, Yumin felt even more panicked. What if Fengyao was already pregnant before he killed Yuliu?
Yumin's pain and confusion were seen by Feng Qing, who was sitting next to him, but Feng Qing's mood was not much better than his.
Just now, she inadvertently noticed that Yu Liu was smiling evilly at Feng Yao, so gentle, and the love in her eyes was so deep, as if they were the only two people in the palace...