The old man was afraid that he would not be able to think clearly and his hysteria would worsen, so he hurriedly said with relief: "Yes, the child is gone, but please don't be nervous, my lord. You and the princess are both young, and this child can still be born again in the future."
"You mean, as long as I poke Xi'er in the butt with a stick again, she will still have children?"
Under the red scorching sun, the pale man's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at the old man expectantly.
The corners of the old man's lips twitched. He was not used to the frankness of the Sixteenth Prince. He smiled awkwardly: "Haha, isn't it? When the princess gets well, you can... um, what...
There’s another baby!”
"Oh, I understand! Thank you, uncle!"
Under the sun, the handsome man revealed eight teeth as neat as jade, as if a huge stone in his heart had been broken, and he smiled with relief.
"Xi'er, don't be afraid. I said, if I poke your butt with a stick again, our child will come back! Let's go! I will take you back home and poke you in the butt..."
The lips of the people watching twitched, and each one of them almost became a gossip.
In the crowd, an old woman came to the conclusion from the conversation between Feng Qingyang and the old man. She took a step forward indignantly: "Listen, the prince knows about things in the boudoir! That's gone.
The child must be his!"
A slightly younger woman also echoed: "That's right! The prince is so good-looking, knows the things in the boudoir, and loves his wife so much. There is no need for the sixteenth princess to steal a man!"
"That's right, even the most idiotic person knows how good the prince is..."
"But it's such a pity that this child is gone..."
The chatter was getting farther and farther away, and Chen Xifeng, who was leaning in Feng Qingyang's arms and pretending to be weak, was in a mess.
God, I really can’t see it!
This silly boy is really good at refuting rumors!
The matter that had troubled her before was solved by him in just a few seemingly ignorant words!
But...take her home and poke her butt?
The face of the girl in her arms suddenly turned red, and in the eyes of the honest and innocent man, she was like a shy begonia, with a unique charm.
In their own thoughts, the Xiaolin Garden of Prince Gong's Mansion was kicked open with a gorgeous kick.
Nishang squatted on the steps of the garden, holding her cheek in a daze.
Suddenly, when Feng Qingyang came back holding Chen Xi covered in blood, his face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with the princess?"
"..." Feng Qingyang didn't answer her. He hugged Chen Xi and walked straight past her, entering the room. Before Nishang could react, there was a bang, and the door was locked.
Nishang was frightened by the loud noise and came to her senses. She yelled in panic: "Your Majesty, please open the door! The princess is still bleeding... I'll go and ask the doctor, okay? Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Please stop making trouble."
…”
The door was banged and there was a lot of noise outside.
But in the room...
quiet!
It was so quiet that Chen Xi could sensitively feel the man's warm breath on her cheek, tickling and crisping.
Her face was as hot as a burning cloud.
"Xi'er..."
The pleasant sound was like an old wine, lingering intoxicatingly in the girl's ears, giving her goosebumps!
Woo hoo, why does Mao always have an unknown premonition every time she hears this tone as soft as a cloud?
"Xi'er, are you asleep?"
A cold finger crossed her face, Chen Xi's heart was shaken, and his curled eyelashes couldn't help but tremble. The old man was afraid that he would not be able to think about it and his hysteria would worsen, so he hurriedly said with relief: "Yes, the child is gone, but you, my lord,
Don't be nervous, you and the princess are both young, and this child can still be born again in the future."
"You mean, as long as I poke Xi'er in the butt with a stick again, she will still have children?"
Under the red scorching sun, the pale man's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at the old man expectantly.
The corners of the old man's lips twitched. He was not used to the frankness of the Sixteenth Prince. He smiled awkwardly: "Haha, isn't it? When the princess gets well, you can... um, what...
There’s another baby!”
"Oh, I understand! Thank you, uncle!"
Under the sun, the handsome man revealed eight teeth as neat as jade, as if a huge stone in his heart had been broken, and he smiled with relief.
"Xi'er, don't be afraid. I said, if I poke your butt with a stick again, our child will come back! Let's go! I will take you back home and poke you in the butt..."
The lips of the people watching twitched, and each one of them almost became a gossip.
In the crowd, an old woman came to the conclusion from the conversation between Feng Qingyang and the old man. She took a step forward indignantly: "Listen, the prince knows about things in the boudoir! That's gone.
The child must be his!"
A slightly younger woman also echoed: "That's right! The prince is so good-looking, knows the things in the boudoir, and loves his wife so much. There is no need for the sixteenth princess to steal a man!"
"That's right, even the most idiotic person knows how good the prince is..."
"But it's such a pity that this child is gone..."
The chatter was getting farther and farther away, and Chen Xifeng, who was leaning in Feng Qingyang's arms and pretending to be weak, was in a mess.
God, I really can’t see it!
This silly boy is really good at refuting rumors!
The matter that had troubled her before was solved by him in just a few seemingly ignorant words!
But...take her home and poke her butt?
The face of the girl in her arms suddenly turned red, and in the eyes of the honest and innocent man, she was like a shy begonia, with a unique charm.
In their own thoughts, the Xiaolin Garden of Prince Gong's Mansion was kicked open with a gorgeous kick.
Nishang squatted on the steps of the garden, holding her cheek in a daze.
Suddenly, when Feng Qingyang came back holding Chen Xi covered in blood, his face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with the princess?"
"..." Feng Qingyang didn't answer her. He hugged Chen Xi and walked straight past her, entering the room. Before Nishang could react, there was a bang, and the door was locked.
Nishang was frightened by the loud noise and came to her senses. She yelled in panic: "Your Majesty, please open the door! The princess is still bleeding... I'll go and ask the doctor, okay? Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Please stop making trouble."
…”
The door was banged and there was a lot of noise outside.
But in the room...
quiet!
It was so quiet that Chen Xi could sensitively feel the man's warm breath on her cheek, tickling and crisping.
Her face was as hot as a burning cloud.
"Xi'er..."
The pleasant sound was like an old wine, lingering intoxicatingly in the girl's ears, giving her goosebumps!
Woo hoo, why does Mao always have an unknown premonition every time she hears this tone as soft as a cloud?
"Xi'er, are you asleep?"
A cold finger touched her face, Chen Xi's heart was shaken, and her curled eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.