As a result, the boy turned around and went to find his mother, wanting to hug him: "Mother, mother, Shuo'er is scared."
Qin Yichuan looked at his son's actions and just snorted coldly: "Are you embarrassed to have so many people watching? You were said to be a man a few days ago, but now it doesn't count."
Shuo'er's mouth dropped, but she didn't cry. She just looked at her father displeased and said, "Uncle said, I'm still a child. You're bullying a child by doing this."
Qin Yichuan didn't bother to care about him. He just picked up his collar and hugged him: "Okay, don't cause trouble with your mother. There are so many people watching, man."
As he spoke, he scratched his nose and looked at him with interest.
"Huh, ignore daddy." After saying that, he tilted his head towards Feng Wu and looked at him eagerly.
"Your mother finally wore something nice today. You brat, if you dare to mess it up, I won't spare you." Qin Yichuan didn't care. His wife was the prettiest today and no one could disturb her.
What Feng Wu couldn't bear the most was his son's eager eyes: "Okay, Shuo'er, be good, the situation is a bit special today, you can't run around."
Qin Shuo nodded: "I understand, mother, Shuo'er is the most obedient."
After saying that, although he was a little reluctant, he still lay in his father's arms, still muttering dissatisfiedly: "Bad daddy, stinky daddy."
Qin Yichuan gave him a cold look. What did he care about with a three-year-old child?
Feeling the seemingly absent gaze, Feng Wu almost rolled his eyes. What qualifications did a young lady from the Marquis Mansion have to be so disrespectful to her, a princess?
The ancestors' Meng Yin had been squandered by them long ago, and now they can be executed for any reason.
It happened that they didn't realize it, but Feng Qiming's usual methods, which were always domineering, were still too gentle, making them feel that there was no threat.
But if she dares to come forward by herself today, then just wait. If she doesn't peel off her skin, she will be sorry for her sinister eyes.
The veil in Wang Sang's hand was about to be ruined. The more she looked at this man, the more attractive he became. She must get him.
And the former general, who is so tall and strong, must be very comfortable to touch.
She looked up and saw that the man sitting at the top was not as good-looking or as good-looking as the two of them, but his elegant temperament fascinated her.
She wants to have good looks and a good figure, so why can't these men be hers.
A meaningful smile flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the two palace maids not far away and winked at them.
Now the banquet is in full swing, and the ministers are drinking wine from the emperor. Originally, Feng Qiming was not a strict and rigid person.
This harvest celebration feast is originally a relatively big festival in Feng Kingdom, so everyone is more open-minded.
Eat, drink, and enjoy the dance performances in a peaceful atmosphere.
"Princess, I'm sorry, this slave deserves to die." A small sound of panic came from among the laughter.
Feng Wu frowned and looked at the wine spilled on his clothes.
Qin Yichuan noticed it immediately and pulled Feng Wu towards him, but the corner of his clothes still got a little stained.
He looked at the palace maid with cold eyes.
Feng Wu quickly pulled him: "Okay, don't be a spoiler. I'll just go change my clothes." Feng Wu patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
The corner of his mouth curled up quickly, and then quickly disappeared.