Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Seeing Feng Jiuxi's anxious appearance, Bai Li asked suspiciously, "what do you want the antidote of peach blossom fragrance to do?"

Feng Jiuxi didn't hide anything any more. A look of discouragement and sadness appeared at the bottom of her eyes, "my father has been poisoned by peach blossom fragrance for nearly half a month. If you can't get the antidote..."

Bai Li and ye Qingfeng were surprised. "The Feng family leader is poisoned? Why hasn't the news been revealed."

"It's a long story." the mood in Feng Jiuxi's eyes flashed and turned to look out of the window. It's already midnight.

Bai Li went up to the old Taoist priest and picked him up. He found some peach blossom poison on him again and sniffed it on the tip of his nose. Then he said, "although I am not very proficient in poison, some elders in the family are also good at it. Don't worry, I will go back and find a way for you."

Bai Li's words lit up hope in Feng Jiuxi's heart and looked at him gratefully, "in that case, I'll thank you for my father's business. I'll come to thank you in person another day."

Hearing this, Bai Li scratched an injury in his eyes and reluctantly smiled, "you don't have to be so polite to me. They are all friends."

Feng Jiuxi's words were polite and alienated, which made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Why doesn't Feng Jiuxi know his feelings for himself? But he and Yanqing have the same mind and are destined to fail him. In that case, it's better to break his mind while they haven't known each other for too long.

"Take the old Taoist back. He is the one who developed peach blossom fragrance. It will be more convenient to refine the antidote."

"OK."

The old Taoist was shocked when he listened to the conversation between them. The peach blossom fragrance he sold for the first time was the owner of the Feng family headed by the four families of Dongliu country!

At the same time, my heart also despair.

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Feng Jiuxi returned to Feng's house from the back door.

As soon as I entered my room, I was hit by a small meat body, "Mom, you haven't come back for two days. Don't you like Ziyan!"

The little steamed stuffed bun was coquettish on her. The soft and waxy voice immediately pushed away all kinds of bad emotions in her heart.

"Why? Why doesn't my mother like Xiao Ziyan?"

Just then, the clothes at his feet were pulled by a small force.

Feng Jiuxi looked down, and a small snow-white ferret looked at her pitifully, as if she was acting like a spoiled girl.

Feng Jiuxi picked up the little ferret.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me grandpa was ill? Grandpa is the best person to talk to Zi except dad and mom!" the cheeks of xiaobaozi were bulging and seemed a little angry.

Speaking of Feng Yuntian's illness, Feng Jiuxi was melancholy again, and her chest was like being pressed by something.

"When did Zi Yan come here today? Did he go to see Grandpa?"

"I saw that my father and mother were not in the house these two days. That's the news that coerced and lured me out of Biyun. Who knows that my mother went out as soon as I came here."

Feng Jiuxi also knew that his son was young, but his mind was not small. Even his intelligence was not inferior to that of an adult.

Yan Qing came over and took the steamed stuffed bun and the ferret from Feng Jiuxi.