The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 236 You mean, in front of so many people?

With lowered eyes, she glanced at the little bald man who was drinking tofu soup, and her eyes flashed with distress, and she couldn't help but tighten the hand holding Cang Yanli.

But in the next second, a man's muffled hum came from his ear.

Feng Qingcheng immediately turned to look at him, with a somewhat suspicious expression, "What's wrong with you?"

Cang Yanlei glanced at the hand she was holding in his own, and said in a low voice, "Princess, how much enmity do you have with this hall? Are you planning to abolish this hall's right hand?"

Feng Qingcheng followed his gaze and lowered her head. When she saw that she was holding tightly to the man's injured hand, she suddenly retracted her hand, "Sorry, I grabbed the wrong hand."

The man raised his eyes, "My hand hurts like hell, and the princess wants to send me away just because I'm sorry?"

Feng Qingcheng's expression turned serious, and she glared at him, "Otherwise, what else do you want?"

Cang Yanlei narrowed his phoenix pupils, and flirted with her as if no one else was there, "Is it true that this hall can do whatever it wants?"

Feng Qingcheng knew he was wrong, and he was in a bad mood now, so he decided to accommodate him for a while, and said, "If you think too much, you won't let me kill and set fire and I will agree, right?"

Cang Yanlei's thin lips curled slightly, "Don't worry, this hall will not make things difficult for you."

"Okay, tell me what you want me to do."

Cang Yanlei slightly leaned closer to her ear, the two of them were very close, and their posture was ambiguous like a young couple whispering, "This hall wants you to feed this hall."

"Ah?" Feng Qingcheng was stunned, almost thinking that she had heard it wrong, and turned to look at him, "You mean, in front of so many people?"

As she turned around, her lips barely brushed against the side of the man's face, and the color of Cang Yan's eyes darkened, but it was only for a moment, and soon returned to normal, with a languid snort, " uh-huh."

"I won't do it!"

Feng Qingcheng refused without hesitation. Isn't it too embarrassing to feed him in front of so many people?

Cang Yanlei sighed seriously, "If the concubine is not willing, it doesn't matter if the palace is starving for a meal or two."

Feng Qingcheng found out that this man was really a showman, and he clearly ate with his left hand just now, and he ate very smoothly.

She bit her lip, refusing to compromise, "Don't you still have a hand!"

Cang Yanwei continued to pretend to be weak, and deliberately frowned tightly, "This hall is so painful that I can't use my strength."

"Father, Ah Li is ready to eat, Ah Li is here to feed you." Cang Li put down the chopsticks in his hand, and used a spoon to fill half a bowl of tofu soup for him, "This soup is delicious, you can try it."

Every time this little guy gets out of the way, Feng Qingcheng will definitely not bear it, she takes the spoon and bowl from him, "A Li, children are not allowed to have leftovers, how can you finish eating when there is still half a bowl of rice in your bowl?" ? You eat, I will feed your father."

Cangli's big eyes suddenly turned into crescents, and said sweetly, "Mother, you are so kind!"

"Let's eat, don't send me a good person card all the time, other people's children cheat their fathers, and you are the one who cheats mothers." Feng Qingcheng helplessly touched her son's bald head, and when she looked at the man again, her expression changed instantly. With a puffed face and a fierce tone, "Open your mouth!"

Her clear and beautiful face was slightly raised, and Cang Yanlei's gaze fell on her red lips impartially. If there were not so many people here, I really wanted to take a bite.

He stared at her for a few more seconds, and did not open his mouth to drink the soup until Feng Qingcheng was about to lose patience.

Cang Li tilted his head to look at the satisfied man, his big eyes flickered, "Father, is it good?"

Cang Yanlei's eyes still fell on Feng Qingcheng's lips, and after swallowing the soup in his mouth, he responded meaningfully, "It's delicious."

　The author is slippery, inexplicably adding more T_T
　　
　
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