Unable to count on the secret guard, Feng Weihuan turned his attention to the King of Northern Xinjiang.
The King of Northern Xinjiang bent down and picked up the young prince: "Stop crying, your father will be full of life again after a nap. You will cry until you have tears and runny nose. Carefully, your father dislikes you..."
The King of Northern Xinjiang thought to himself and left, naturally his bodyguards followed closely behind him.
Feng Weihuan: "..."
Didn’t you see that there are still people who want to help?!
So irritating!
The angry Princess Changle summoned a great force from nowhere and dragged Nanming up, saying domineeringly: "Let's go!"
Nanming's tiger body trembled, and his eyes suddenly opened wide: "..."
Damn, my arm is going to be dislocated!
*
After all, the two of them are not ordinary people. Just like what the King of Northern Xinjiang said, they become good men again after a good sleep.
Feng Danyuan didn't eat much for several days. After washing himself, he sat at the table to eat.
He was extremely hungry, but he didn't gobble it up, he just moved a little faster than usual.
The young prince is a considerate young prince. He helps his father pick up vegetables, hands them here and there, and chats with his father at the same time, wishing he could tell everything that happened in the past few days.
Feng Danyuan wanted to close his ears. He really didn't want to hear what time the little guy got up, what he had for breakfast, and he built a few snowmen after dinner, but there was nothing he could do. He promised Wei Zi that he would be a kind father.
, so I can only bear everything silently.
"Dad, are you busy?" the young prince asked seriously.
Feng Danyuan replied without thinking: "I'm busy, I have to deal with a lot of things after dinner." He also specially emphasized the word "a lot".
"Oh." The young prince sighed, "Okay, mother said you can only talk when you are not busy. If you are busy, then let's not talk about it for now."
Feng Danyuan was excited and immediately put down his chopsticks: "I'm not busy now, just tell me. Have you seen your mother? Where did you see her? How is she? Has she gained weight or lost weight?"
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black. After listening to the young prince's babbling for a long time, Feng Danyuan started talking more.
The young prince is a serious young prince. He blinked and answered one question after another: "I saw my mother. She and her grandfather were on the north side of the palace. Oh, Taoist priest Baopu was also there. My mother was watching.
She's pretty good, not fat or thin, but her belly looks bigger."
At this point, the young prince sighed in an old-fashioned way and began to mutter: "When the third aunt was pregnant with Xiao Xi, her belly was also very big. The third uncle said that the third aunt could not sleep well at night and was tired from walking. She had a baby."
It’s so hard...”
Feng Danyuan pursed his lips silently, his peach blossom eyes filled with distress and guilt.
He naturally knew that it was hard for Wei Zi to have a child, but when she was having such a hard time, he couldn't be by his side to take care of her.
He believed that he was worthy of the 800,000 soldiers and the people of Yun State and Northern Xinjiang, but he felt guilty towards Wei Zi.
After the young prince finished his thoughts, he paused for a moment: "What did I just say?"
Dad asked so many questions, and after he answered them, he forgot the first words!
Feng Danyuan retracted his thoughts and reminded: "Your mother said, tell me something when I am not busy."
