Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

"Stupid woman, didn't you find that you were hurt?" Yan Qing said coldly, but when his hand touched her arm, it slowly became soft, as if he were treating a rare treasure and slowly raised Feng Jiuxi's injured hand.

Feng Jiuxi's face was a little red when she was stared at by his focused eyes. Plus the thief's eyes of a small steamed stuffed bun, she felt even more embarrassed.

The arm turned to one side. Feng Jiuxi said, "don't bother your highness Pluto. My wound is not deep, but the surface is scratched. I'll go back and ask Biyun to give me some medicine."

The boundaries she deliberately revealed made Yanqing feel a little uncomfortable.

"What a woman who has broken bridges..." Yan Qing whispered.

Feng Jiuxi was just distracted. When he heard him talking, he said "ah?" and asked, "what did you just say?"

"I said that Miss Feng was so cold and indifferent that I was a little sad. Did Miss Feng forget who saved you just now? Why didn't she recognize anyone in the twinkling of an eye?" Yan Qing asked.

Feng Jiuxi was stunned. Why did she listen to this?

"No, I just don't want to trouble your highness," Feng Jiuxi said half of his explanation, which was broken by Yanqing's strength.

He stretched out his hand and pulled her arm again. His eyes were full of seriousness. "You are also a doctor. Don't you know that a wound can also cause unnecessary infection or tetanus? If you really don't want to trouble me, be obedient and let me stop bleeding and bandage you first. Are you right, little thing?"

At the end of Yanqing's speech, he looked down at some Feng Ziyan who had been watching the play.

Little steamed stuffed bun didn't expect to be called suddenly. It didn't react until half a meeting. Then he ignored Feng Jiuxi's half "threatening" eyes and nodded again and again, "Mom, what Uncle Wang said is reasonable. If you get hurt, you have to wrap it up first. This is the truth that Grandpa taught Ziyan."

Good guy, in order to convince her, even her father moved out?

Looking at the almost identical expression on the faces of Yanqing and xiaobaozi, at this moment, Feng Jiuxi even has an illusion.

The two men's expressions made her feel a little similar. Especially the facial features of the two people also have something in common

Together with this idea, Feng Jiuxi immediately rejected his guess in his heart.

It's impossible. If the man who slept with her was Pluto, how could he let his children stay at Feng's house. And with his pride, he can't be someone else's pawn and sleep with himself

Yan Qing looked at Feng Jiuxi's short Kung Fu. Her expression changed and changed. She didn't guess what she was thinking. She just thought she was shy.

"What a good boy. A three-year-old child knows the truth. You, a doctor, don't understand it?"

Yan Qing's words are all about this. If Feng Jiuxi refuses again, it seems that he will be merciless.

No way, she can only nod, "then bother your highness."

Words, still with a touch of alienation.

Yanqing didn't pierce it. He looked around. "It's inconvenient here. I'll take you to a place suitable for dressing."

With that, he put his hand around her waist, picked up the steamed stuffed bun in his other hand and saw where he left.

After a while, the three came to a cabin not far from the hot spring.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a place in the deep mountains and forests." Feng Jiuxi sighed.

She thought that Pluto would take them to the palace, but she didn't want to be so close.