The three-year-old child prodigy Xiaobao figured out a secret: his mother, the god of war, sacrificed her life to detoxify Xiao Yan to save the king of Zhenbei, but was plotted by the Queen Mother instead! His mother faked her death and dribbled the ball (that's him!) And lived in seclusion. Four years later, he figured out that there was a prairie above his father's head - the bride who was about to marry was pregnant with someone else's flesh and blood.
Xiaobao drags Xianyu's mother back to the capital to "save his father." During the wedding, the sound of milk sounds resounded: "Daddy, stop! You're green! The bride has Zhao's cub in her belly, and the tiger charm is in her sachet!" The whole place was in an uproar. Xiao Yan shouted angrily, "Get the demon boy", Xiaobao's little mouth was blaring: "I cried secretly the night before and missed my mother? There are three paintings hidden in the study..." Xiao Yan died on the spot! As he spoke, the tiger talisman fell, revealing the prime minister's secret message of collaborating with the enemy, and the conspiracy was shattered!
Xiao Yan stared at Xiaobao, who looked exactly like him, and then looked for the indifferent woman nibbling melon in the corner. The woman threw out the jade pendant casually: "The detoxification fee has been settled, and the interest will be calculated separately." Xiao Yan's pupils were shocked - his "dead" Bai Yueguang God of War was actually eating melon? !
The border is in a hurry, and the whole court is shrinking. Xiaobao grabbed snacks and played with the sand table: "Qingqi burns food! Luoying Gorge fire attack!" After the deduction, the old general knelt down excitedly and said, "Little God is handsome!"
Xiao Yan holds the treasure and begs for reconciliation. My mother pointed at the map of the country with a smile: "I will remember the 'rich gift' of poisonous wine. Betrothal gift? In exchange for these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"
Xiao Yan looked at the rustling woman, then looked at the fortune-telling son who was eagerly waiting for the "dividends", gritted his teeth and took out a pen and paper:
The first page of the "Plan to Seize the Inheritance" clearly reads: "Son, quickly calculate the cost of rebellion! The interest... Shall we settle it by the pound?"
