Wei Zi was stunned on the spot: How old is twenty-five?
So now that she is almost twenty-eight, isn’t she an old woman?
Fortunately, fortunately, Wei Zi in ancient times was not yet twenty, and was still in his youth.
A feeling of guilt arose in my heart, and it seemed like I was offending him by pushing this matter to Feng Danyuan...
However, if you are a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist, then he is black. Anyway, he is as thick-skinned as a city wall.
"Princess, please tell me, our palace hasn't held a happy event in how many years? Can this matter be delayed?" Mrs. Feng felt that she should find an ally.
"Of course we can't delay it. Getting married is a lifelong event, so it should be sooner rather than later." Princess Yan replied very seriously.
Wei Zi looked at Mrs. Feng, then at Princess Yan, and found out the reason why Princess Yan, the crown prince's son, had a special temperament.
"Xiao Zi, don't worry, I'll tell Yuan'er about this and I won't wrong you." Mrs. Feng said very seriously.
"Yes, thank you, old lady." How else could Wei Zi reply?
From the first time she entered Prince Yan's Mansion, she understood very deeply: Whether it was breaking off the engagement or getting married, she couldn't resist Mrs. Feng's strong logic.
I don’t know how Feng Danyuan got the marriage certificate back from Mrs. Feng...
"grandmother!"
"Mother concubine!"
At this time, Feng Weihuan ran in, followed by Feng Danning.
Thank God, the appearance of the two men finally resolved Wei Zi's embarrassment.
"Feng Weihuan, remember to come back!" Princess Yan, who had been gentle and considerate just now, suddenly became aggressive as if her face changed.
But this momentum could not last more than three seconds.
As soon as Feng Weihuan threw himself into her arms, she started crying: "You kid, you're worried about me! A girl's family dares to go to Jiangnan alone thousands of miles away. Why do you think you have such a big heart...
....Ugh, what's going to happen to you, how do you want me to live?"
"Concubine, I'm fine. Big brother sent people to take care of me along the way. I'm not hungry or injured." Feng Weihuan saw Princess Yan crying, and she wanted to cry too.
"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Princess Yan took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears.
"Concubine, you still have a son." Feng Danning, who was ignored, coughed lightly.
"You are also careless!" Princess Yan immediately started crying again when she saw that Feng Danning had lost a lot of weight.
A small hand tugged at Princess Yan's skirt: "Come on, don't cry."
Princess Yan lowered her head and suddenly burst into laughter.
She let go of Feng Weihuan and knelt down to hug the little guy: "Okay, grandma, don't cry, our Yu'er is the most considerate. From now on, grandma will only love you, and will not care about your heartless brother-in-law and sister-in-law.
"
Only then did Feng Weihuan notice the little man: "Is this Xiaoyu? He's so tall."
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and poked the little guy's fair and tender face: "He's so good-looking. His eyebrows and eyes are like big brother's, and his nose and mouth are like Sister Wei."
The little guy was obviously not satisfied with being poked by a stranger, so he twisted his face and turned his head.
Feng Weihuan couldn't help laughing when he saw it: "Oh, you still have a little temper! This is the big brother."
The more he looked at the little guy, the more cute he felt. Feng Weihuan couldn't help teasing him again: "Xiaoyu, call me aunt, and aunt will give you candy... Concubine, can he eat candy?"
"Children should eat less sweets. If they eat too much, they will not eat well."
Princess Yan changed the subject very naturally: "If you like children, then get married as soon as possible and have a litter of children for yourself!"
