Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 211 The Lineage of the Nangong Family [3]

"But don't worry, over the past few hundred years, the Nangong family has married off a lot of daughters. Maybe your surname is not Nangong, but it's just a coincidence." Lin Xiaoling quickly comforted her.

"To be precise, only men from the Nangong family can control flying carpets." Nangong Chenyan interrupted her delusions, "How could the Nangong family allow this kind of skill to fall into the hands of people with a different surname, so only those of the Nangong family's blood Only men have this ability, how can it be impossible for a married daughter to take away this ability."

"Then..." Lin Xiaoling thought for a while, "Maybe it's a distant relative of the Nangong family or something."

"Must be a direct descendant."

All Lin Xiaoling's conjectures were shattered, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Nangong Chenyan, you are kidding me, why don't you just say that Xiao Xiaoling is your son!"

Nangong Chenyan laughed, and said lightly: "If he is, I can't wish for it."

……

This guy is really thick-skinned!

Lin Xiaoling took a deep breath: "Then how many men are there in the direct line of the Nangong family, you can check them one by one."

Nangong Chenyan shook his head: "Why do you think those ministers are so anxious and ask me to expand the harem every day? Because the Nangong family has been passed down to my generation, and I am the only direct descendant who is fertile."

"What do you mean?" Lin Xiaoling was stunned for a moment. What does it mean to be fertile?
"I have a few uncles and uncles, all of whom are over 50 years old. As for my contemporaries, they are all dead, and there are collaterals, but they can't hold up the carpet."

Is it true that the members of the Nangong family are so thin?
"You've been in the capital for so long, have you seen any princes and marquises?" Nangong Chenyan saw through her thoughts at a glance.

That's not true.

"But I heard from Ziyi that there was a prince who lived in Xingluo Palace. The last time I asked someone to buy seeds to loosen the soil, the gardener said that these mud fields had not been abandoned for too long, only ten or eight years. I know that the prince If you live in the palace until you are 16 years old, you will leave the palace, so the prince is only in his 20s, what about him?"

"Are you very interested to know?" Nangong Chenyan smiled more and more.

Lin Xiaoling nodded repeatedly.

Nangong Chenyan paused and said: "That person... so the sky is right in front of us."

……

"You don't want to tell me, that person is you?"

"Yes." Nangong Chenyan nodded.

……

Lin Xiaoling helplessly turned to look at Xiao Xiaoling, then turned back, and said with difficulty: "Don't tell me, Xiao Xiaoling's father is most likely you."

Nangong Chenyan pursed his lips slightly: "It's not the most likely, it's just me."

"How is it possible, when have you been to Sijia Village to see me?"

"there has never been."

"When did you have sex with a woman other than Zi Yi?"

"there has never been."

"Then how could I have a son with you?!" Is it really insemination?
"Bang Dang!" There was a sound of broken porcelain, Lin Xiaoling was startled, but saw Ziyi standing at the door, with broken plates and vegetables under his feet.

Lin Xiaoling opened her mouth wide and couldn't make a sound for a while, if she heard the conversation just now, how would she feel?

"The dishes are so hot." After a while, Concubine Zi smiled slowly, "It seems that I am really not good at serving dishes. I thought you would like to eat this fish, so I quickly brought it to you first."

Lin Xiaoling was at a loss for a moment: "Zi Yi, we... are just saying something out of anger, don't take it seriously."

(End of this chapter)