When Qin Sangong saw the young man, his eyes froze.
Nowadays, looking at the entire Ye family, Shen Qingfeng is the only one who is young and capable.
He is not only the helmsman of Zhenbei Hou Mansion, but also a disciple of Shenxuan Academy, and is deeply loved by the current emperor.
But it is rumored that Shen Qingfeng hates the only daughter of Zhenbei Hou so much. How can he help Ye Chuyue in public now?
Qin Sangong was puzzled!
Shen Qingfeng turned his head and stared at Xiaobao.
According to etiquette, the child has to call him uncle.
Shen Qingfeng frowned. This child's eyes were full of innocence, so he was not annoying at all.
"Master Shen, this is against the rules of the martial arts palace." Qin Sangong said.
"Why don't they agree?" Shen Qingfeng said lightly: "Without Zhenbeihou, how could the Shenwu Empire be as peaceful and prosperous as it is today? Back then, the Shenwu Emperor's capital was in danger, and Zhenbeihou guarded the city for seven days and seven nights, and his body was filled with arrows. Nor did she allow the enemy to invade our Shenwu territory and people. She is a Shenwu hero and the God of War with the highest medal."
"Mr. Qin, you said her daughter is unclean. Have you asked the people of the Shenwu Empire who admire the Marquis of Zhenbei?" The young man was so powerful that he was approaching Qin Sangong.
Speaking of this, if Qin Sangong does not give in, he will not only offend Shen Qingfeng, but also become Shenwu's sinner.
Zhenbeihou is the god of the Shenwu Empire!
"Young Master Shen, the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei is indeed qualified to enter the Martial Palace." Qin Sangong looked back: "I won't let Miss Ye go!"
"yes!"
"..."
Qin Sangong lost all face and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Don't think I'm helping you." Shen Qingfeng said coldly: "I just don't want you to ruin the reputation of Zhenbei Hou."
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows but refused to comment.
"Little uncle."
The sound of little milk filled his ears. Shen Qingfeng looked down and saw the little baby looking up at him. He opened his hands excitedly and said in a milky voice: "The baby wants to be held."
Shen Qingfeng: "..."
To hold this child that he had hated for five years?
Absolutely impossible!
"Little uncle doesn't like the baby?" Xiaobao asked sadly.
Shen Qingfeng mechanically squatted down, stretched out his hands and picked up Xiaobao.
Xiaobao put his hands around Shen Qingfeng's neck and giggled non-stop.
The little fox in Xiaobao's arms disliked the smell of other men and flew into Chu Yue's arms.
Shen Qingfeng's movements were very stiff and a bit cautious, as if he was afraid of accidentally breaking the little baby.
In the back, the Ye sisters stepped off the carriage, Ye Siyu looked impatient, "Brother, you don't have to worry about dirtying yourself if you hold him."
Xiaobao blinked his eyes with tears in his eyes, lowered his head and said, "Uncle, is there something wrong with the baby that makes her hate me so much?"
Chu Yue was stunned.
She didn't realize that this milk baby was a real little green tea.
"No, you're fine." Shen Qingfeng said unbearably, and then scolded Ye Siyu: "Siyu, Xiaobao is still a child, don't scare him."
Ye Siyu's face was uglier than eating a fly, and she looked at Xiaobao angrily.
But as soon as she glared at him, Xiaobao curled up and hugged Shen Qingfeng tightly, as if he had seen some savage beast.
The ruthless Shen Qingfeng's heart almost softened.
Chu Yue and Ye Mohan looked on with dumbfounded eyes, and suddenly felt that they should look at Xiaobao again...
“Miss Third, please come inside—” Xue Cheng waved, his red sleeves fluttering.