My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: Nine hundred and sixty-sixth

Chapter 1530 2.966 Widow’s Pro-son

Because of the relationship with Concubine Shu, all the soldiers were a little restrained. At this time, they took it together with Concubine Shu. Naturally, there is no need to worry about them.

Mo Jiao was subdued by Huifeng himself and fell to the ground with a kick.

He held his neck high, and screamed at the prince, "Mo Lin! You wolfish ambition, you let me go! I am the eldest son of the father! You can't do this to me!"

"What kind of thing are you! Moline! Everyone knows that you were just picked up and adopted by the queen! You are not the father's son at all! I am, and I am the father's son!"

"Shut up!" The king roared angrily.

He least likes to hear such words. After so many years, he has watched the little prince grow from a cute baby as big as a small ball to such an outstanding young man.

This is his son! No one can give up this father-son relationship between them!

These, these, and those people, including those **** in the Shenzhou Presbyterian House, they all want to grab his son one by one, it's shameless!

The eyes of the second prince Mo Lu flashed, and he immediately stepped forward with the sword and slashed at the head of the prince, "Mo Jiao, you have colluded with outsiders to force the palace to rebel, and now you dare to slander your Royal Highness! The facts are true, do you want to deny it? Today, let me clean up the door for my father!"

"Ding!" A profound energy quickly bounced on the second prince's sword, knocking his sword crooked.

So the sword that had originally landed on the head of the prince slashed on his shoulder.

The prince roared, trying to rush to his feet, but a few soldiers pressed his arm to his feet, struggling and unable to move.

"Second King Brother, you are quite impatient." Mo Lin's eyes were dark, looking at the slightly embarrassed Second Prince, she sneered, "Brother King is your eldest brother anyway. Even if you have to deal with it. With his grandmother and father and queen, he has no turn to do anything between you and my brothers."

The second prince smiled awkwardly, and nodded respectfully, and stepped back, "The prince said it was extremely true, it was Brother Wang that I overstepped."

While speaking, the twelve princes, dressed in a purple-blue holed cloak, escorted the world's son and the defeated generals with a vigorous expression on his face.

When the old King Annan saw his son walking limping, he wanted to rush forward and shouted, "Fu'er!"

"Father!" Qiu Fu was suppressed by someone, barely supporting his body and didn't want to kneel down.

However, the twelve princes kicked on his knee, he staggered, and he knelt down.

Old King Annan looked at his son like this~IndoMTL.com~ I couldn't help crying, and there was a sense of being bullied by a dog when the hero fell in Pingyang.

"Father and Queen! Grandmother, Xiao Twelve is back!" The Twelve Prince immediately ran to his mother and grandmother to be cute...

The Queen Mother gave him a relieved look.

Little Twelve is only thirteen years old, but he has already revealed his decisive and cruel side.

"Twelve brothers can take on great responsibilities", it was true that what the prince said was true.

Thinking about what the prince had said when he came to the Palace of Longevity, the Queen Mother couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Even if he is reluctant to give up, little Beimo can't keep him when the child is older.

"Fu'er." Princess Annan Wu Sunmo cried into tears. She was controlled by the soldiers and could not move her son. She could only watch her Fu'er be trampled on the ground.

The hatred in her heart could no longer be suppressed, she raised her eyes and stared at Prince Mo fiercely.

(End of this chapter)