Before Feng Muran could finish his sentence, he was blocked by a spoonful of porridge handed over by Nangong Yueyao. But the porridge was really strange. Why was it still so hot after such a while? Feng Muran thought hard.
, and still don’t understand.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come on, drink it all. Don't leave even a drop of it!" Nangong Yueyao glanced at him with a three-eye roll. He immediately calmed down and obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the rice.
…
Feng Muran hadn't eaten for several days. Now that he had figured out the matter, he stopped digging into the horns and his mood naturally improved a lot. But when this person is in a good mood, he feels that everything he eats tastes delicious, no matter how he eats it.
He didn't feel that he was full either. So Feng Muran took Nangong Yueyao's hand and swept all the food she brought into his stomach.
The two of them chatted and laughed and had fun and finally finished the meal. Nangong Yueyao put the empty bowl back on the table, turned around and smiled at Feng Muran, and asked in a soft voice: "Is the third prince full?
"
Feng Muran didn't know that he had fallen into his wife's gentle trap in a daze and could not get out. He stretched out with a smile and said "I'm full", but in the end, because of his excessive actions,
The injury suddenly stretched to his waist, and he grinned in pain and almost screamed. But he, Feng Muran, was a manly man, so how could he scream and scream because of such a small injury?
——For someone who cares about face so much, that is a huge loss of face!
"That's good..." Nangong Yueyao smiled again and continued to ask: "Are you sure the third prince is ready?"
"Ah, I've eaten. It couldn't be better." Feng Muran lay back again, scratching his head and unable to figure out what Nangong Yueyao was doing.
"Then...do you have the strength now?" This question was a very strange one. Feng Muran frowned and thought to himself, what tricks is this ghost girl playing today?
He thought about it so hard that he couldn't come up with any answer that could be used as a conclusion, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to answer truthfully: "Of course, how can you lose strength so quickly after eating so much?"
"Well, since you are full and ready to eat, please take off your clothes quickly!" Nangong Yueyao put the dirty dishes on the tray and took them out to the servant on duty at the door.
Then she asked them to get the items for dressing, and she would personally change Feng Muran's dressing.
"What? How could you do this..." Feng Muran suddenly pulled down the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and turned down the corners of his mouth to express his dissatisfaction, "I... I still have injuries on my body... The doctor specifically told me that it is not suitable to be violent.
Sporty!”
"Pfft..." Nangong Yueyao couldn't hold back a puff and started laughing, holding her knees. When she had laughed enough, she glanced sideways at Feng Muran, rolled her eyes, and pretended to be serious: "I didn't
I asked the prince to go out for a run, and I just asked you to take off your clothes. Why is it so difficult for you to be like this..."
Feng Muran was a little confused by Nangong Yueyao's smile. If he was a prince after all, why couldn't he even guess this little girl's little thoughts? Hey, it seems like he
I am not successful enough as a husband...
Since Nangong Yueyao refused to speak directly, he had no choice but to ask directly - "