Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Watching Zhenbei waiting to eat shriveled, but there was nothing to say. Biyun and xiaobaozi all looked adored and looked at Feng Jiuxi.

Yanqing and Yuanyou both stood beside Feng Jiuxi, one protecting her and the other supporting her.

After a long time, Zhenbei Hou suddenly said to Wu Yichen with a cold face, "did you hit her?"

Wu Yichen has been scared silly. He hasn't suffered such injuries and grievances since he was a child, but he doesn't dare to say anything when looking at his angry father.

"Yes... I did, but she didn't know what to do first..."

The steamed stuffed bun immediately pointed to him and said, "Biyun didn't know what to do. You see Biyun looks good and want to rob her into the house. If Biyun doesn't want to, you hit her!"!

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"What! The second childe of the North waiting house in this town is only eight years old. He even wants to attack a 17-year-old girl. People won't want to."

"A man is precocious, but it's rare for him to be precocious. He's not afraid of shame."

"I've heard that there are many Tongfang in the second childe's house. I thought it was just a rumor. I didn't think it was true. Can he do it?"

The eyes of explicit inquiry scanned Wu Yichen up and down, not to mention Wu Yichen. Even Zhenbei Hou almost couldn't help but want to find a ground crack to drill in!

Anger rushed from his heart to his head. Zhenbei Hou slapped Wu Yichen on the face and hit him directly to the ground. A touch of blood also seeped from the corners of his mouth.

"Father, you hit me?" Wu Yichen couldn't believe it. He never blamed his father. He would slap him in the face in public.

At this moment, Zhenbei Hou just wants to calm down quickly and don't want to stay here to lose face. "It's you. Look what you've done yourself. It's okay here. Get back! No! You guys, tie him back!"

Feng Jiuxi smiled with satisfaction. "This is the tutor that the Houfu in the north of town should have. Lord Hou, it's not the princess who is in charge. I really want to kindly remind you that this boy should start from an early age and think about sleeping women at such a young age. When he grows up, it will affect the quality of sperm. You're such a son, which is related to family succession. It's not a small thing."

He said, no longer appreciating the green and purple faces of Hou in the north of the town, and said to Yan Qing, "Lord, let's go back."

The family went back happily, leaving a group of people who still want to see the excitement. They are waiting for father and son in the north of Zhenbei.

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On the way back to King Ming's mansion, Feng Jiuxi's face was something wrong. Yanqing was a little guilty. The little steamed stuffed bun was tired and slept directly in Yanqing's arms.

They were speechless all the way.

When he arrived at the Ming Palace, Feng Jiuxi went straight to the study and left Yanqing behind.

Biyun was confused. "Princess, what's the matter? It seems that she's not very happy." she's been with Miss for so long. Miss has never been like today.

She was fine on the street before, and she looked like this on the way back, and her face was obviously shown to the Lord. Did the LORD have anything to annoy the young lady?

Thinking like this, I only heard Yanqing's slightly worried voice, "Biyun, you take xiaoshizi to the room to sleep. I'll go and see ah Jiu."

Then he put the steamed stuffed bun in Biyun's arms and chased Feng Jiuxi in the direction——