"Bago, please go in quickly. Father must be waiting impatiently." Feng Qingyang reminded kindly, and gave him a smile as pure as an angel's.
Feng Aotian glanced at him deeply and strode inside.
Chen Xi looked at his smoldering back, turned around, and put his face in front of Feng Qingyang with a smile: "Your Majesty, did the Emperor just say that he wanted to ask the Eighth Prince to love the Queen?"
"No?" Feng Qingyang blinked innocently and turned her head, as if trying to remember.
After a moment, he acted cutely and uncertainly: "Haha, I don't remember!"
"..." Chen Xi looked sympathetically at Feng Aotian's retreating back. It would be great if that guy could only walk two steps slower. He would definitely vomit blood after hearing these words.
And the Queen, she must have never imagined that instead of grafting Feng Aotian's resentment onto Feng Qingyang, she would actually get burned herself.
Chen Xi covered his mouth and looked at Feng Qingyang with a thoughtful look.
"Xi'er, come on, let's go back home to catch chickens."
"..." Chen Xi, who was suspicious of Feng Qingyang a second ago, was shocked by his innocent and romantic words!
I thought to myself: Could this be a person pretending to be crazy?
If that's the case, what would be the reason for a person who is admired by the whole country to hide his edge and hide himself?
Well, this guy needs to be investigated.
This time, Chen Xi was not as disgusted as when she heard the word "catching chicken" before. Instead, she curled her lips and smiled innocently: "Okay! Let's go catch the chicken later."
She would like to know what the chicken he talks about all the time looks like.
The breeze blows gently, and the gentle sunshine shines on the body, making it warm.
On such a lovely warm autumn day, walking is the best!
Chen Xi looked at the carriage waiting aside, and then at the wide road leading to the market. An idea came to him, and he grabbed Feng Qingyang who wanted to get on the carriage: "Hey! Your Majesty, let's go to the market.
How about a stroll?"
"Is the market fun?" Feng Qingyang blinked like a playful child, "Is it more fun than catching chickens?"
"……"sweat.
Chen Xi wiped the sweat from her forehead. She just wanted to take the opportunity to learn about some things of this era. How could she know whether the market was more fun than catching chickens as he said?
With a flash of her eyes, she said nonchalantly: "Of course, think about how lively the market is! Let's just walk back like this. After visiting the market, we can go back home to catch chickens!" That's the right thing to do, isn't it?
?
Feng Qingyang tilted her head and thought cutely: "It seems like what you said makes sense."
"Of course it makes sense."
Chen Xi snapped her fingers and took the lead. After walking a short distance, she found that Feng Qingyang behind her had not followed. She turned around and said "Huh?" in confusion.
Feng Qingyang had a handsome face that never got tired of him, and stretched out his slender hands, exactly like a coquettish little boy.
"Xi'er, you forgot to hold me." He reminded me aggrievedly.
"..." Does she have to hold his hand as long as she walks with him?
Is this kid thinking of her as his mother?
Chen Xi felt depressed in his heart. Instead of stepping forward to hold him, he pressed his delicate chin: "You are not a child anymore, why do you need me to hold him?"
"I'm not a child anymore? Oh! By the way, I got married yesterday. Hee hee, Xi'er..."