Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Taking back his thoughts, Feng Jiuxi sighed, shook his head in the eyes of Feng Yu's Micro exploration, as if he was very worried, "sister, you know: since I gave birth to Ziyan four years ago, my spiritual cultivation has dissipated inexplicably. Why is it easy to practice again?"

Now she doesn't know who did it to her, so even the people around her should be cautious. At present, I don't know whether she is an enemy or a friend. To be safe, of course, she won't rashly expose her strength.

Seeing her like this, Feng Yuwei quickly comforted and said, "don't worry about the third sister. After all, you are a legitimate family. Even if you lose this time, as long as the owner comes forward, the competition results can not count."

Feng Jiuxi's eyes narrowed slightly. Although her words sounded for her, they were too brain. Just say them in front of her. If outsiders heard them, they would undoubtedly think that the owner of the Feng family was a headstrong person who protected his daughter.

"My mother will win, so I don't need grandpa to come forward." the little steamed stuffed bun tooted his mouth and said with some dissatisfaction.

Even children know the truth, she doesn't know?

"Mom, I'm tired. Let's go back." the little steamed stuffed bun said at the right time.

"OK." Feng Jiuxi turned to Feng Yu and nodded slightly, "we'll go first and talk another day."

"Sister, go slowly. I will cheer for my sister silently this competition!"

Seeing a big and a small figure disappear around the corner, Feng Yuwei's raised lips slowly fell down, and looked deeply at the direction they left.

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On the way back, Bi Yun was unable to make complaints about her. She said, "Miss, the servant girl looks at four girls as if they are very close to you. By contrast, the two ladies are much more indifferent, as if anyone owes her money."

"But I don't always like to be close to my fourth aunt," said the steamed stuffed bun discontentedly.

Feng Jiuxi reminded Biyun: "the whole big Feng family, in addition to our lineal lineage, has several collateral lineages. Who can really distinguish between enemies and friends? The Feng family is rich. Cats and dogs want a share, not to mention people."

After a pause, Feng Jiuxi looked at Biyun wholeheartedly, "so don't easily believe a person's appearance, you know?"

"Yes, miss."

When they returned to the rain tower and stood at the door, Feng Jiuxi vaguely heard the rough voice of Feng Yuntian.

The little steamed stuffed bun behind him was startled. "It's over. Grandpa must have caught me!"

Feng Jiuxi looked at him funny like a mouse under a cat's paw. It seems that he has suffered a lot in his father's place these days.

"Don't worry, your grandfather won't do anything to you with his mother."

Holding the small steamed stuffed bun's hand, Feng Jiuxi just walked in and flew a dark shadow. With the anxious voice of Fengyun day, "how did you come back and let me wait!"

"I took Ziyan to the garden. My father came to find him..."

Before Feng Jiuxi finished, Feng Yuntian's people had jumped up to her and looked at her with a dignified expression, "nine son, it seems that even Dad can't help you this time."

"What happened, dad?" Feng Jiuxi said inexplicably.

Fengyun Tian sighed and said with some gnashing of teeth: "it's all the damn prince! He ran to the emperor and said it. Today, when I went to meet the saint, the emperor specially asked me about it and said that he would give the final winner a gift. You said it's OK!"