Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Feng Jiuxi stopped talking to her. She looked up at the sky and calculated that the time was almost up.

"Mother!" the little steamed stuffed bun jumped down from the carriage slowly and ran over with his legs. When he turned to see Fengye Jia and the crown prince, his happy expression immediately stopped.

Feng Jiuxi bent down to touch his head and told Biyun: "later, you take Ziyan to the front row."

Leng Luo was recently hit by Feng Jiuxi and was making a spiritual breakthrough. She didn't come today.

"Yes, miss!"

When the prince saw Feng Ziyan, his eyes suddenly faded.

Even if the woman in front of me becomes more beautiful, she is still a broken shoe for having children with others!

It's a pity.

"Mom, come on! You can win!" the steamed stuffed bun waved his fist and cheered Feng Jiuxi.

Feng Yejia sneered and raised his chin. "Dream, you'll wait to see your mother become my defeated general."

"OK!" the little steamed stuffed bun nodded seriously and smiled cunningly. "I'll wait and see you become the loser of my mother's hand."

"You!"

Had it not been for the presence of the prince, Feng Yejia would have wanted to grab the eye-catching little thing and kill it. She turned to look at the prince and disdained to say, "both mother and son like to confuse black and white and can't recognize themselves! Your highness, it's getting late. I'll take you to sit down."

"Well, I'll wait to see how you win." the prince took back his eyes on Feng Jiuxi, and without hesitation picked up the chin of the woman next to him with an ambiguous face.

His unabashed intimacy encouraged Feng Yejia. She covered her mouth and pretended to hang the prince's arm. "Your Highness, how can you speak so directly? Although this is true, the third sister is still there. You can give her some face..."

Feng Yejia turned her head. Her originally proud expression burst when she saw the back of Feng Jiuxi.

"Come on, stop acting. Everyone's gone."

Yan Rui looked at the slim figure in the distance, and his eyes were deep.

At this moment, Feng Yejia just caught her expression, and the flame of jealousy was burning in her heart.

After today, Feng Jiuxi, everything you have belongs to me!

……

When the competition time came, Feng Jiuxi scanned a circle of stands. Although there were not many people present today, they were all people with names in Donglin country.

As one of the four major families, the Feng family has to choose the successor of the family in comparison with Wu. Many people come with a wait-and-see mind.

Everyone wants to see what Miss Feng San, who made Kyoto noisy four years ago and had unmarried children, looks like now.

Feng Jiuxi watched the audience gradually filled, but she never saw the figure in her memory.

Doesn't it mean that Pluto will come too?

Oh, men's words are really just words.

At the same time, there was a mysterious sedan chair in a corner of the competition field that no one noticed. The black bead curtain firmly separated the world inside and outside the sedan chair.

Yuan you asked in a low voice: "Lord, are we sure we want to watch in the dark?"

It's rare that the prince was interested in one thing and went out of the house. As a result, he didn't want to appear in front of the public at all!

Yan Qing in the sedan chair could clearly see the situation outside through the bead curtain.

"It's not necessary. Don't rush to show up first."