My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One hundred and eighth

"The Prophet of Tu." Long Wei quickly blocked the prophet of Tu to prevent her from going forward to find her own way.

In Wangchuan, everyone will respect her because of her status as a prophet.

But this does not mean that the little princess will value...

His little cousin has always been a person who doesn't play cards according to the card. The ghost knows what terrible things will happen if the prophet rushes forward.

After all, Long Ji, who is like a puddle of mud, is the best proof at the moment.

"You are so presumptuous!" The prophet Tu was stopped by Long Wei, and he couldn't help shouting angrily, staring suspiciously at Qiao Mu.

Long Chuyun, the child, she grew up watching when she was young.

Chen Shu, steady, determined and determined, in any case, there is no such arrogance and recklessness.

What did her daughter grow up on? How could she be so domineering?

Standing in the realm of Wangchuan, she dared to beat Wangchuan dignitaries so brutally. It is conceivable that in her eyes, there is no such thing as the existence of Wangchuan.

In the early years, Chu Yun looked calm, but he didn't expect that after leaving Wangchuan, he would become less effective and would not be able to raise his children at all.

Look at what you have taught girls.

"Your mother has never taught you how to be polite to your elders and to be modest to your peers?" Tu Xianzhi sneered.

Mu Xingchen was angry, "You are not qualified to talk such nonsense."

"If it weren't for you people who don't know the so-called tribe, she would be dragged down. How could my mother die early. Now I still have the face to frustrate my sister?"

Prophet Tu was taken aback, as if he was waking up from a dream, he nodded slightly, "Yes, Chu Yun passed away early, I'm afraid your sister hasn't been educated in these years..."

"Prophet!" Long Wei hurriedly interrupted her, giving her a speechless look.

Why didn’t the prophet speak so badly in the past?

Every sentence of what I said today seemed out of place, and it pierced people's ears.

Long Hui has a sense of powerlessness sincerely.

Even if she really wants to bring back the hostility of the face paralysis, so many pig teammates around her are not strong enough.

Long Xiangyun took a step forward, holding on to Prophet Tu’s arm and said, "Prophet, if you have anything, let's go back to my grandmother to talk later. Don't make trouble here now, we..."

"Madam is here, madam."

"Madam is here."

"Mom~IndoMTL.com~Long Huilong Xiangyun turned her head and saw a dignified and elegant lady in white, walking slowly with a group of people.

The dragon's hair was lightly pulled, fixed with a jasper hairpin, her face was slightly smiling, and her eyes seemed to have brilliance flowing and she was exceptionally beautiful.

"You are back, why don't you go back to the mansion? What are you doing here?" Han Suqiong smiled and took her daughter Long Xiangyun's hand, turned her head to look at Qiao Mu Xingchen and others, and looked carefully. The eyes and face showed a slight dazed color.

"Who are these? You look familiar."

"Mother, these are the children of my aunt." Long Xiangyun tugged at her mother's sleeves, shaking and coquettishly said.

Han Suqiong had a suddenly realized expression, and quickly stepped forward, looking at Mu Xingchen and Qiao Mu, and said excitedly, "Chu Yun's sons and daughters have grown up this way. I am your aunt Han Suqiong."

"What's the matter? Are you guys?...fighting?" Han Suqiong looked at Long Ji, who was barely lifted up, with a swollen nose and swollen nose, then turned to look at brother and sister Mu Xingchen.