Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

When they returned to the underworld palace, it was very dark.

Feng Jiuxi first carried the sleepy little steamed stuffed bun to the single yard prepared in advance, and arranged accommodation for Biyun and lengluo.

"Miss, don't be busy." Biyun came forward and pushed Feng Jiuxi. The thief squinted to one side and relied on Yan Qing who closed his eyes at the door frame. "Miss, hurry back to the room with the Lord to have a rest. Biyun won't serve tonight!"

At the sight of the little girl, the thief, Feng Jiuxi guessed a general idea in her heart. She was too lazy to explain more and ordered a few words with the two people. Then she came forward and held Yan Qing's hand, "let's go."

The man seemed to feel something. He opened his misty eyes and nodded dully, "follow ah Jiu."

Looking at the Lord's tall body, leaning on his young lady's Petite shoulder, Biyun shook his head behind him, "the master of the house, too, how can he get drunk like this? The Lord's drinking capacity is really too low."

Leng Luo on one side stared at Yanqing and held Feng Jiuxi's shoulder steadily. Although her steps were slow, they were not in disorder at all. Instead, she said to Biyun, "you are still too young."

"Hmm? What do you mean, Leng Luo? Make it clear to me!"

Biyun's little body is too cold. Luo is a green level expert. After a burst of fruitless panting, she seems to think of something. Hei hei smiled, "if you don't say it, I'll ask brother Yuanyou tomorrow."

"Don't go." Leng Luo didn't want to speak.

Biyun looked successful, "Hey, I know you have something!"

Leng Luomo, "..." simply covered the quilt and ignored her, but the accelerated heartbeat betrayed her true emotion.

At the other end, Feng Jiuxi dragged someone to the room and carefully bent down to put him on the bed. She was relieved and ready to get up. Suddenly, her arm was pulled vigorously. Then she turned around. Before she could scream, she found that she was pressed by something big and heavy.

"You're not drunk!" Feng Jiuxi gnashed his teeth and looked at the man in front of him.

At this time, his eyes were clear and bright, and the color under the irradiation of the moon had returned to its usual color. Where was there a bit of drunkenness!

Or

"Are you pretending to be drunk from the beginning!"

Yanqing gently lifted the corners of her lips, didn't feel anything wrong, and nodded, "ah Jiu is so clever."

"I'm so smart that I won't be cheated by you! I'm so stupid to carry you for so long!" Feng Jiuxi was angry and was ready to push him away, but the man had great strength. Her strength was like tickling to him.

"Angry?" Yanqing lowered her head, and the exhaled heat fell on her skin, causing bursts of trembling.

Feng Jiuxi turned his head and showed an unnatural red on his face, "can I not be angry? You don't know how heavy you are!"

"But if I don't pretend to be drunk, do you think we can come back smoothly tonight? Your father looks like he doesn't just want to keep you for one day."

When Yanqing said this, he had a bad taste.

Feng Jiuxi said "eh" and asked tentatively, "did I hear right? Is Wang Ye jealous? Or is my father jealous?"

Indeed, looking at her father's posture, she made it clear that she was reluctant to give up her and steamed stuffed bun. She wanted to let Yanqing move to Feng's house.