Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

As soon as the voice fell, a small group of snow-white jumped out of the grass and fell directly into Feng Jiuxi's arms.

The ferret chirped twice, as if it was very tired. Its dark eyes were a little lax. It was still red when you look carefully.

"Where have you been just now? I thought you were eaten by which snake." Feng Jiuxi followed its hair, didn't notice the tyranny and dissatisfaction in its eyes, yawned, buried his head, closed his eyes and slept freely.

Feng Jiuxi glanced at Yanqing, but saw him staring at the ferret, frowning at the same time.

"What's the matter?" Feng Jiuxi asked tentatively.

Yanqing shook her head, took back her eyes and said, "nothing. I'm thinking about how to make a fire."

"It's easy. I had nothing to do before. I put a lot of messy things in the space, including raw flint." as Feng Jiuxi said, the palm of his hand opened, the blue spirit flashed past, and there were two more dark stones in the palm of his hand.

Yanqing reached out to take it, got up and found a clump of dry branches, skillfully rubbing and lighting a fire.

"Fortunately, it's not a desert this time, or you don't even have the fodder to make a fire." Yan Qing said, and a flame just jumped down in his hand. Then he threw the snake egg in. "There's no water here, so I'll bake you an egg now."

Feng Jiuxi leaned over. When she moved, the ferret in her arms woke up, chirped discontentedly and went to sleep again.

Feng Jiuxi ignored the pagoda and asked, "you are a king, can you do this?"

In her cognition, Yanqing is the kind of person who doesn't touch the spring water. Yes, but after getting along with him for so long, he is not very delicate except for some cleanliness. He is just born with a noble temperament, which makes people mistakenly think he is high and cold.

"I will, more than you think." Yan Qing's mouth rippled with an arc.

Feng Jiuxi was interested and stepped forward more and more, "for example, tell me."

"This......" Yanqing deliberately lengthened the end tone, and the hot breath sprayed on her face. "The princess needs to discover it herself."

Feng Jiuxi glared at him, sat upright again, bowed his head to cover up the red clouds on his face, and unexpectedly bowed his head to face a pair of animal eyes. The ferret stared at her, and then looked at Yan Qing on one side, as if in doubt and nostalgia.

"What's the matter, little guy?" Feng Jiuxi reached out and gently stroked its hair.

I have to admit that the ferret's hair is incredibly smooth. I want to bald it.

The ferret chirped twice and quickly took back his sight. There was a trace of human emotion in the pupil.

Its parents used to be so loving in front of it

"Later, I'll call you mubai." Feng Jiuxi's eyes narrowed slightly, very satisfied with the name he suddenly thought of.

The ferret waved its paw, moved its nose, and then turned away awkwardly, with complexity in its eyes again.

"Eh, do you agree or disagree?" Feng Jiuxi pinched the ferret's ear, but it was unmoved.

Yan Qing replied for it, "it is default."

The ferret raised his head fiercely and gave Yanqing two fierce "chirps".

Feng Jiuxi tentatively called it, "mubai?"

"Haw..." the ferret answered weakly, which was barely an answer.

"Mu Bai."

"Haw..."

"Mubai -"

"Haw!"

"Ha ha ha."