The imperial concubine is nine and a half years old, and she is willing to overturn the table and re

In the room, Situ Yan was also asking this question.

"Ma'am, aren't you afraid?"

Situ Yan fiddled with her long hair: "Even Yan Feng and the others were scared by me when they walked in."

Leng Yunwan also looked over curiously: "Yes, Tang'er, if you are afraid, just tell your mother, don't endure it yourself."

"Fear?"

Talking about fear with someone who grew up in the apocalypse and slept among a pile of zombies?

Xie Yuantang blinked, very puzzled: "Husband, you are so handsome, why should I be afraid?"

As she spoke, she reached into her clothes and pulled out number five with only one head.

The little hand even touched the zombie face of No. 5 affectionately.

"I sleep with No. 5 in my arms every day. If I were scared, wouldn't I have been scared to death long ago?"

"hiss!"

Before Situ Yan could react, Leng Yunwan on the other side jumped up in fright:

"Tang'er, you...you...you sleep with it every night?"

Xie Yuantang nodded: "Yes, number five is lying between me and my mother!"

Leng Yunwan: “…”

what?

Where to sleep?

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Leng Yunwan's mind.

For example:

My daughter likes this shit. If I don’t like it, will there be a generation gap between us?

Oh my god, I slept with it for so many days. I feel like fainting...

"mother?"

Xie Yuantang looked at Leng Yunwan in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Are you afraid of number five?"

Leng Yunwan shook her head and laughed dryly, "No, I was born into a military family, how could I be afraid of this little... little cutie, I'm just a little tired."

"Then I'll help mother go back and rest."

Xie Yuantang ran to Leng Yunwan diligently, supported her and said, "Mom, go to bed first. I still want to play with my husband for a while."

"Okay, don't play too late, go to bed early."

Leng Yunwan walked to the door, looked back at No. 5, opened and closed her mouth as if she wanted to say something, with a complicated expression on her face, and left in a daze.

After Leng Yunwan left, only Xie Yuantang and Situ Yan were left in the room.

Yan Feng and Yan Mo were guarding the door, and at this moment they couldn't help but worry for their prince.

Would the little imperial concubine... kill their highness?

"Ah."

In the room, Xie Yuantang sneered.

Yan Feng and Yan Mo shuddered suddenly and looked back cautiously.

Then I saw Xie Yuantang leaning in a chair with his legs crossed.

Situ Yan stood in front of her obediently, like a big dog who had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded.

"Miss..."

Situ Yan looked at her eagerly: "Don't laugh, I'm scared."

Xie Yuantang raised his eyebrows, pressed his little feet, and sneered twice.

"Afraid? Why didn't you seem afraid when someone got into your bed?"

"Situ Yan, you are amazing. I didn't expect you to be so good at it!"

Outside the door, Yan Feng rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and Yan Mo silently moved his toes toward the outside.

Such powerful pressure, such terrifying rhetorical question.

Your Highness, you must hold on!

Situ Yan stared at Xie Yuantang blankly and tilted his head: "Flowers? I don't know how to play with flowers. I haven't learned that yet. Now I can only tie a bun."

Xie Yuantang: “…”

The chicken talks with the duck.

She exhaled: "Forget it, why should I waste my breath."

As she spoke, she bent her legs, first stepped on the chair, and then stepped on the table.

Yan Feng and Yan Mo heard something was wrong and turned around quickly.

When he turned around, he saw Xie Yuantang slowly rolling up his sleeves: "Why bother with this when it can be solved with fists?"

Yan Feng and Yan Mo were startled and wanted to rush in immediately.

"Princess, please calm down!"

"Princess, please talk nicely, don't hit me!"

Xie Yuantang glanced at them with a sullen face: "Get out! Don't come in without my order!"

Yan Feng paused, and Yan Mo looked at Situ Yan hesitantly.

Situ Yan hadn't realized what was going to happen yet. He turned around and looked at Yan Feng and Yan Mo in confusion: "Why did you come in? Don't interrupt me and my wife. Can't you see that my wife is already mad at you?"

Yan Feng and Yan Mo: "..."

In other words, is it possible that your wife was irritated by you?

Both masters have spoken, so even though Yan Feng and Yan Mo are eager to protect their masters, they can only retreat now.

"bump."

The door is closed.

The next moment, Situ Yan's screams rang out.

"Oh, no...my lady, I don't dare anymore, no!"

Yan Feng swallowed his saliva and turned to look at Yan Mo: "Should we rush in and take the master away?"

Yan Mo was depressed: "Where are we running to? Will the master run with us?"

"..."

The two looked at each other, and Yan Mo hesitated and said, "Listen again."

There were constant noises in the room, and as they listened, the two suddenly felt that it seemed not quite what they had imagined.

Because Situ Yan's voice is like this:

"Ahhh my lady, don't put number five on my face, it's so disgusting..."

"Hahaha, lady, I was wrong. Stop tickling me. I really know I was wrong..."

"Mmmmm, can I stop doing frog jumps? I'm so tired... Can I not do a handstand?"

Yan Feng and Yan Mo: "..."

What kind of new method of training a husband is this?

Weird...very sweet.

It turned out that they were overthinking it. Their little imperial concubine always caught people by surprise and did the most inhumane things in the most humane way!

Separated by a door.

After frog jumps and handstands...

Seeing Situ Yan, who hadn't realized his mistake yet and even thought they were playing games and was always smiling, Xie Yuantang got so angry that he finally took out the ultimate weapon - a feather duster!

When he saw her holding a feather duster, Situ Yuan was stunned and ran away!

The two of them were running around the table, the screen, and the bunk beds, chasing each other!

After a few laps, Xie Yuantang was out of breath.

She stared at Situ Yan, who didn't even take a breath, and waved the feather duster while panting angrily:

"Situ Yan, don't run if you have the guts!"

Situ Yan shook his head and hid behind the table: "I don't know if I have the guts, but I have to run, my lady!"

"My dear, you taught me that I would rather run to death than stand and get beaten."

"you……"

What does it mean to teach students so much that they exhaust themselves? This is it!

Xie Yuantang gritted his teeth in anger: "Okay, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know the strength and means of Big Brother Tang! Ah ah ah... watch out!"

As he spoke, he pounced towards Situ Yan like a fierce rabbit pouncing on its prey.

But in such a rage, Xie Yuantang forgot about number five who was thrown to the ground.

Accidentally, the little foot stepped on No. 5's face. He cried "Ouch" and slipped and fell forward.

"Be careful, madam!"

Situ Yan was startled and quickly took a big step forward to catch her.

Situ Yan took two steps back and grabbed the corner of the table with his big hands to barely stand firm.

Xie Yuantang fell on him but didn't get hurt at all.

When she raised her head, her red little face was still staring at Situ Yan, breathing heavily.

"Why are you so angry?"

Situ Yan frowned and lowered his head to rub her face: "Are you hurt?"

"Don't be mad at me, lady. Go ahead and hit me if you want. I promise I won't run away."