Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

"Don't hurt my son!" while talking, Feng Jiuxi had arrived here and stood in front of the little steamed stuffed bun.

Yan Qing gently waved his hand. Wu Yichen, who was originally arrogant and domineering, flew out like a broken kite, covered his blood surging chest and shouted, "Pluto, you hurt a child. You're not ashamed to bully the small."

"You are five years older than my son and hurt him with weapons. Is that a big bully?" Yanqing said short. Wu Yichen was speechless. He could only stand up angrily and threw his sword to the ground.

"I didn't want to hurt him. I heard that Pluto married a new princess and had a cheap son, so I came to see who he was. It was just a simple competition."

Wu Yichen is not old, but what he says is watertight and cunning. It is obvious that he doesn't do this kind of bullying less at ordinary times.

Feng Jiuxi looked at the arrogant and domineering young man in front of her. She remembered that Zhenbei Hou loved this only son very much. In addition, his spiritual talent was beyond ordinary people, so almost no one in the East didn't know his Wu Yichen, which made him so arrogant at a young age.

I just didn't expect that this man would indulge them one day.

"The competition refers to people of the same age and strength, and you and my son have a difference in age and strength. What kind of competition are you?" Feng Jiuxi said coldly.

Wu Yichen was only an eight year old boy no matter how cunning he was. He was speechless and stopped in place.

Feng Jiuxi snorted. Then he took medicine to apply medicine to the steamed stuffed bun. He looked at his wound painfully, "son, does it hurt?"

"Mom, I don't hurt. Don't worry." the steamed stuffed bun was belittled by Wu Yichen. He felt a little sad, but he didn't show it.

These two days, the hemostatic drugs around her have really come in handy. Feng Jiuxi thought with a bitter smile in her heart.

"Who sent you?" Yanqing suddenly asked.

He doesn't believe that a child will hurt people without instructions. What's more, he can accurately appear here and recognize the steamed stuffed bun. It's like arranging in advance.

"I, I..." Wu Yichen was forced out of breath by Yanqing's strong air pressure.

At this time, there was another commotion in the crowd. Behind him, a group of people surrounded a handsome middle-aged man.

"When will Pluto be so angry with a child? It's not like your usual style."

Seeing the visitor, Yan Qing's icy eyes showed a trace of fluctuation, and said lukewarm: "who should I be? It turned out to be the Duke of Zhenbei."

Zhenbei Hou? Feng Jiuxi looked at the man in front of him in surprise. His every move was full of strength. His muscles were strong and the wind was blowing at his feet. At a glance, he knew that he was a spiritual master. In addition, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and he still had a threatening pressure on him.

Except Yan Qing, who was as handsome as him, no one dared to look at him.

While Feng Jiuxi was looking at him, Zhenbei Hou was also looking at her and the steamed stuffed bun beside her. Disdain appeared in his eyes. The expression was almost the same as Wu Yichen just now!

After he appeared, Wu Yichen's expression became more confident and fearless. If there was a tail on his ass at this time, it would be up to heaven.