"Where are there rats?" Yue Qiyun smiled awkwardly and said, "This is the tent of King Khan. Which bold mouse will run here? Could it be that it is tired of living?"

Under the bed, the big fat mouse with a lively taste was curled up at the foot of the bed that was closest to the inside, minimizing its presence.

"No, it must be a mouse coming in!" Madam Zhao has also been a martial arts practitioner since childhood. Her kung fu is one of the best among the female family members of the Yue Mansion, and her hearing is naturally much higher than Gladiola and Acan.

"Our little master is still young. If the mouse brings something unclean, it will be damaged if it gets infected with the disease!" Madam Zhao was searching in various corners of the tent, and ordered Gladiola: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and help me blow the mouse out!"

Seeing Madam Zhao getting closer and closer to her hiding place, Shunfeng felt so regretful!

"Master, when did an extra old woman with such a brilliant ear appear in your tent?" It was anxious and couldn't help but make a few more "squeaks".

Now, Madam Zhao further determined the location of the wind. She grabbed a feather duster, lifted the hanging curtain, and lay on the ground and pounded the ground with the feather duster, trying to drive the mouse out from under the bed.

"My God, this old woman is too cruel! Zhizhi—!" Shunfeng was beaten by the feather duster and ran out everywhere along the foot of the bed, and the sound of shouting became louder.

Yue Qiyun wanted to persuade Mama Zhao to stop, but even if she wanted to pretend to be deaf and dumb, she was blocked by the sharp screams of Shunfeng.

"Wo Wang--!" Just as Madam Zhao's feather duster was about to pull her head, Ulan outside the door screamed muffled, and her big head stretched out and rushed into the room.

"Wulan is coming!" Madam Zhao learned about Wulan from Gylan's mouth, and then patted Wulan's snow-white head close to the bed and said intimately, "Catch that gray mouse for me. Oh, this man is old and has no use of his legs. If he had been placed twenty years ago, let alone hiding under the bed, even if he was hiding on the beam of the house, he could catch it with his hands!"

"Zhizhi, I'm still saying it's useless, but you're thinking about how to use it?" Shunfeng shouted without knowing what to use it, "My guy, if you were twenty years younger, how could this Rat King have life? Zhizhi!"

"Listen, listen!" Madam Zhao looked at the mouse carefully. She raised the feather duster hard and said angrily: "This dead mouse is too arrogant. She actually bared her teeth and stared at the old man?"

Yue Qiyun was helpless when she held her son and sat on the bed, so she could only close her eyes.

And when the wind, who was forced into the corner, saw Ulan's big white head, it seemed like he was seeing a savior. It was about to open its mouth to cheer, but Ulan covered its mouth with one claw.

It then realized that it was all caused by its own mouth. Shunfeng tightly closed his sharp little mouth and jumped into the thick hair below Ulan's neck. His four claws were squeezing the fluff in the snow mastiff, refusing to let go.

"Wool--!" Ulan shouted a few times until he felt that the wind was hidden well enough, as if he had seen the mouse running away. Four strong claws threw away their claws and ran out of the tent.

"Oh, what a good mastiff!" Madam Zhao looked at Ulan's majestic appearance and sincerely exclaimed.

Outside the tent, Shunfeng was poking his head out carefully. When he heard Mama Zhao's words, he couldn't help but feel sad. It squeaked: "When they both work for the master, why is the difference between rats and dogs so big?"

"Wulan is a good person. He will bombard the mouse with one move. It's really good!" Madam Zhao heard the rat's scream in the tent, and clapped her hands with a smile: "When the madam removes a leg of lamb for you to eat, the obedient mastiff should be rewarded!"

"I can't live anymore, this makes the mouse unable to live--!" Shunfeng could no longer listen and ran away crying.

"Madam, you ask Ulan to catch mice. This is really a dog and a mouse!" Jilan looked at the chicken feathers that were shaking all over the sky by Madam Zhao, and joked with a smile.

"Wo Wang--!" Wulan replied dissatisfiedly outside the door: "He is a snow mastiff, not a dog!"

"Puchi--!" The chaos of the morning was so turbulent that the mouse ran away, and finally made Yue Qiyun laugh. She covered her mouth and hugged her son and laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth.

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Everyone in the tent was amused by the moment, and Yue Qiyun laughed so hard that she fell back and forth because she heard the extremely sad and angry screams of Shunfeng.

For a moment, the tent was filled with cheerful laughter, and the haze that had entrenched in everyone's hearts because of Roland's death dissipated a lot.

However, it seemed that God just refused to let Yue Qiyun go too far. A voice from the Dragon and Tiger Guard suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Report to the concubine, the great khan is here!"

Then, there were waves of armor rubbing, and dozens of dragon and tiger guards whispered loudly: "See the Great Sweat!"

Yue Qiyun put away her smile, and the warmth in her body seemed to be frozen by ice in an instant, and she looked at the gate of the tent that was opened from outside.

The first one came in was a tall man, and the one who followed the man was Mo Zheng, who was as beautiful and delicate as a bird.

Mo Zheng was combed in a tassel bun today, and a pair of phoenix-carved golden wings were swaying on top of her head. Inside the icing cloak on the cake with a icing on the cake with a smoky and cloudy bucket pattern, there was a goose yellow long skirt with a long purple embroidered flower, and a pair of small purple shoes with a graceful staircase appeared under the long skirt with her graceful steps.

In the eyes of outsiders, this couple is really handsome and beautiful, and they are pleasing to the eye.

However, Yue Qiyun looked at the two people who were walking over Kuankuan, rolled her eyes and cursed: A pair of dogs and a woman!

"Sweat!" The whole room, except for Yue Qiyun sitting upright by the bed, bowed to Yuan Lie, who came in first.

"Sister had a good rest last night? Are you used to living?" Mo Zheng walked around the people who were bowing, with a caring look on his face, swung his silk palm and walked over quickly. Without saying a word, she sat side by side with Yue Qiyun, saying a series of words to ask about her well-being.

——It actually looked like the hostess was asking the guest!

"Where did the slaves come from? You dare to run to the concubine to commit rashness!" Unexpectedly, before Mo Zheng's butt sat firmly, he stretched out a fat hand from the thorn, grabbed her collar, and pulled her away from Yue Qiyun like a chicken.
Chapter completed!