The little prince in Prince Chen's Mansion is getting fatter and fatter day by day, and the new year is getting closer and closer.
The four masters of Prince Chen's Mansion were all in Prince Yan's Mansion, so naturally they spent the year in Prince Yan's Mansion. Only Feng Qing and the others went over to thoroughly clean up Prince Chen's Mansion and make simple arrangements.
Prince Yan's Mansion was decorated with joy both inside and outside.
Princess Yan thought about the days and looked forward to the wind for joy, and finally she got her wish on the day before New Year's Eve.
Feng Weihuan rushed into Princess Yan's arms like a magpie: "Mother Concubine!"
Princess Yan's eyes turned red immediately, and she said with a choked voice: "I'm back! Just come back, just come back."
After the mother and daughter wiped each other's tears, they thought of Nan Ming beside them.
"I've met Princess Yan." Nan Ming saluted respectfully.
Princess Yan looked at the man standing behind Feng Weihuan, feeling a little surprised in her heart. Nan Ming had a scar on the left side of his face, and his temperament was different. The originally gentle and elegant scholar, somehow, became more
A sharp edge.
Princess Yan is no stranger to this unconcealable domineering attitude, Feng Danyuan has always been like this.
But Feng Danyuan had been in the battlefield for a long time and was in a high position, so it came naturally. How could a civil servant in Nanming feel so forced?
"No need to be polite." Princess Yan said politely.
"Auntie! Uncle Nan!" The young prince ran out with "Donghai" like Nezha on a hot wheel.
"Why did you come back just now! I miss you so much! Let me tell you, on the twelfth lunar month, Eighth Mother gave birth to a little brother. I named him 'Little Xingxing', and Little Xingxing is so lazy..."
The Crown Prince, Ba Ba Ba, clicked on all his attributes again. He held his aunt in his left hand and Nan Ming in his right hand. He happily led the two of them into Prince Yan's Mansion.
Nanming took the time to ask: "Where is your father?"
"Daddy, you are changing little Xingxing's diaper. Hey, you don't know how good he is at eating. He urinates after eating..."
The young prince looked disgusted, and Nanming thought he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"
"You don't know how good he can eat."
"The previous sentence."
"Daddy is changing little Xingxing's diaper."
The young prince spoke so innocently that Nanming and Feng Weihuan couldn't help but stop and looked strange.
"What's wrong with you?" The young prince was also very surprised.
"It's nothing." The two of them threw away the weird diaper-changing scene in their minds and walked forward calmly.
Facing Feng Danning, who was holding her child, the dad greeted Nan Ming and Feng Weihuan enthusiastically: "You're back! It's cold outside, go inside and have a cup of hot tea! Bah-"
Xiao Xi threw away the rattle in his hand and directly played with his father's hair.
The little guy's strength grew stronger and stronger, and Feng Danning's face almost distorted as he pulled at him: "Hey, hey, you bastard, please let go!"
When Bai Qingluo saw it, she hurried over and carefully pulled away the little guy's hand while saying hello to Nanming and Feng Weihuan.
Xiao Xi drooled and screamed: "Yes, what?"
Feng Weihuan said in surprise: "Xiao Xi can talk!"
"It's better not to say anything!" Feng Danning, who had just escaped from the clutches of the little devil, said angrily.
