Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

At this time, it was dark outside, and many people had arrived.

He took the energetic steamed stuffed bun from the carriage and Yanqing rubbed his head.

Little steamed stuffed bun now seems to be used to his intimate contact. Sometimes Feng Jiuxi looks at them as if he were his own father and son.

When he was full, he still held mubai in his hand.

"Let's go in and see what he's up to." Yanqing turned and said faintly.

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Haidong had heard the news and rushed to the door. As soon as he saw several people, his eyes narrowed with laughter, "Lord, you can count it. Let me wait."

Yanqing didn't even look at him. Ignoring his flattery, he bypassed him and went in.

The color in the east of the river and sea stiffened for a moment, the coldness in the bottom of his eyes flashed by, soon disappeared, and changed into a smiling face to meet him.

The face changed so quickly that Feng Jiuxi, who saw all this, couldn't help tutting twice.

I didn't expect that there are people who can do surface Kung Fu better than the emperor's family. They have a long experience.

"Mom, don't be stunned. Dad is waiting for you."

The voice of small steamed stuffed bun came from her ear. Feng Jiuxi reacted and looked up and found that Yanqing in front didn't know when to stop and was waiting for her.

Feng Jiuxi took the small hand of the small steamed stuffed bun and was about to go forward. He gently pinched her hand. She looked down at him suspiciously.

The little steamed stuffed bun whispered in a very low voice, "Mom, you said how good the prince would be if he were my own father."

In that case, he doesn't have to get along with him carefully, let alone fear that one day he will be despised and abandoned.

Aware of the little steamed stuffed bun's mood, Feng Jiuxi directly ignored his opposition and picked him up. Mubai also jumped on her shoulder.

The steamed stuffed bun struggled desperately. "What are you doing, mom? Put me down quickly. I'm not a child anymore!"

Feng Jiuxi ignored him and took him to Yanqing's side. He looked gentle and said, "let's go in."

At the sight of Yanqing, the struggling steamed stuffed bun calmed down.

Yanqing took a meaningful look at the two, and then extended a big hand to pick up the steamed stuffed bun. Now a child was completely quiet.

The night breeze looked at the three members of the harmonious family in front of him, tut tut twice, and followed him.

The subordinates behind him whispered: "young Lord, we're here to get Muni fruit, but these two people are undoubtedly the biggest competitors. Will you come so close to them..."

Hearing the speech, the footsteps of the night breeze gave a slight meal. Without the usual cynicism, there was a cold and fierce in the bottom of your eyes, "use your mouth. Don't tell my father when you meet them. Do you know?"

"Yes, yes!" my subordinates hurriedly responded. They dared not say a word.

The night breeze was satisfied to hang up the signboard's smile again, waved the folding fan in his hand and walked in.

Many people did come to the banquet in the city hall. Thanks to the generous atmosphere of Jianghai Dongcai, there is a terrace as big as a football field, which can accommodate hundreds of people. Not to mention the prosperous decoration, all the drinks are the best, even the banquet in the imperial palace.

The two sides are full of guests. The top is the position of the city master, and a whole high platform is left in the middle. It must be a song and dance performance later.

However, no one came to this banquet for singing and dancing. The real goal is the Muni fruit tree.