Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

The door was pushed open and a small head came in——

"Dad and mom, what game are you playing?"

The sudden appearance of the steamed stuffed bun stunned Yan Qing. Feng Jiuxi quickly stood up and smiled awkwardly, "Zi Yan, aren't you accompanying grandpa? Why are you back?"

Early in the morning, little steamed stuffed bun shouted to accompany Grandpa, saying that he had specially learned a set of massage techniques to make grandpa more comfortable.

Yan Qing also laughed at him and said that your little arms and legs have strength.

"Grandpa woke up and said he wanted to find his mother." the steamed stuffed bun completely pushed the door open, came in and looked at them suspiciously.

Uncle Yuanyou often says that Ziyan should walk by himself when he is so big. He can't always be held by others, but his mother is bigger than himself. How can he be held by his father.

I don't understand!

"Father woke up?" Feng Jiuxi hurried out.

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Feng Yuntian is still lying in bed and his mental state is not very good.

"Father, Ziyan said you wanted to see me?"

Looking at Feng Jiuxi and Yan Qing who came in together, Feng Yuntian showed a comforting look on his face and waved to Yan Qing, "both of you come here."

When both of them came to the head of the bed, Feng Yun sighed faintly, "I'm relieved to see you two singing together."

Said, struggling to get down.

Yan Qing hurriedly helped him out of bed. He thought Feng Yuntian had been in bed for a long time and wanted to get out of bed. Unexpectedly, he walked behind the screen not far away.

Behind the screen is a wall, on which a large hanging picture is hung. The beautiful woman is standing there in the posture of sword dancing, valiant and valiant.

"This... This is my mother?" Feng Jiuxi asked carefully.

The beauty in the painting looks only about 20 years old. There is 70% similarity between her eyebrows and eyes. Combined with Feng Yuntian's expression, it is not difficult for Feng Jiuxi to guess the identity of the person in the painting.

It's just that I've never heard my father mention my mother for so many years.

Looking at the picture on the wall, Feng Yuntian's eyes were slightly wet.

He didn't say anything. He just walked forward slowly and opened the painting a little with light hands and feet. There was a square space behind. With a strong press, the whole wall suddenly turned into a door and opened back.

A long passage immediately appeared in front of us, and the candles in it lit up automatically——

"Xiao Qing, you help me in."

"OK." Yanqing naturally answered.

Only Feng Jiuxi was stunned for a moment... Xiaoqing?

But she saw that the two men walked into the secret way like a real father and son, and she quickly followed up.

"Father, why is there such a long secret passage here? There should be many young people?" such a big project should have been dug up when the mansion was built.

"This is the secret of the past masters of my Feng family." Feng Yuntian said mysteriously, and then came to the end. At the end was a spacious secret room surrounded by a circle.

The surrounding stone walls were built into rows of bookshelves, one for books, one for tone, one for pills and one for silver notes.

Not to mention the others, just the silver note can't even compare with the Treasury of the neighboring country in the East!

Feng Jiuxi was shocked when she saw so much money together for the first time. Her mouth could hardly close!