Translator: churnie

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　　Rong Tian looks at the flower in Feng Ming’s hand and his blood is frozen instantly.

　　Wen Lan!

　　Feng Ming has been poisoned!

　　In the past, he knew that Ruo Yan poisoned Feng Ming, suddenly dipped into the blood vessels.

　　The terrible helplessness to be forced to watch Feng Ming cry in his arms was as painful as the hordes of poisonous snakes biting him.

　　No, no way!

　　“Rong Tian, ​​what’s wrong with you?” Feng Ming caresses his face with concern and before he can get a single answer from Rong Tian, ​​he’s severely patted hard on the back of his head.

　　Feng Ming yell and his face is twisted with pain, he covers his head with one hand and twisted his neck to see, only to find that Lady Yaoye is standing upright behind him furiously with her eyes opened widely and her hands on her hips, his neck shrink in horror. “Mom? Why are you here?” He hurriedly hides the orchid back in his arms.

　　“d.a.m.n kid! How dare you steal my things?” Lady Yaoye s.n.a.t.c.hes the orchid from his hand and throws it to the ground. Feng Ming is reluctant to give up and shouts, “Mom, I really promised someone else, you have so many anyway, just give me one. Wen Lan is nothing to you … Ouch!”

　　His ears have been grabbed mercilessly.

　　Lady Yaoye grabs him by his ears, her shoulders still shaking with anger, “Stupid thing, how could I give birth to a fool like you? What Wen Lan? If this was Wen Lan, you wouldn’t be able to get up a long ago! When you are this Yaoye’s son, even Mo Lan and Wen Lan can not distinguish, whenever you see a black flower, you become a baby. Don’t you have a nose? Wen Lan has a unique fragrance, smell it yourself, this orchid been in your arms for so long? has it left a little fragrance?”

　　As she scolding, joyful tears stay behind.

　　Feng Ming is still crying out in pain.

　　Rong Tian steps forward in front of Lady Yaoye and excitedly grabs her by the shoulders. “Lady said it wasn’t Wen Lan that Feng Ming picked?? So… he’s not poisoned?”

　　Feng Ming cries again and again with tears in the corner of his sore eyes. “Rong Tian, ​​don’t worry about Wen Lan first, you ask mom to let go of my ears!”

　　When Rong Tian saw Lady Yaoye nods, his chest suddenly filled with joy, as if all reason had been squeezed out of his body, he stands blankly for a few seconds before looking up to the sky with wet eyes, he closes her eyes and begs, “G.o.d, Please bless Feng Ming like this in the future, he has suffered too much and shouldn’t be tortured any more, if you really want to inflict suffering on anyone, just put it all on Rong Tian.”

　　“Rong Tian! Stop mumbling! My ears!” Feng Ming begs for help loudly.

　　She has good martial arts, but is Lady Yaoye’s martial arts for joking? What’s more, the ears being caught by someone is equal to being held by the weak spot, they can’t escape, that is, he can only jump around like a little mouse with his tail clamped, which is he can do nothing about the delicate fingers that hold on to the ear.

　　Rong Tian steps back and rescues his ears from Lady Yaoye’s hands. Feng Ming had been wrung to tears by his old mom and tears hung on his slippery cheeks, so he immediately hides in Rong Tian’s arms to complain. “I can’t believe you idly stand by and watch…”

　　Rong Tian is full of mood and stares at him for a long while, he can only tighten his arms and hug him tightly, feeling extremely guilty, “it’s my fault to make you suffer.”

　　“Be sure to come and save me early next time!”

　　“It won’t happen again, I promise.”