I, the first son, became a woman

Mo Muqing smiled slightly, and began to change the topic, letting Qi Xiaoxiao control the tears that kept gushing out.

"Xia Juan...?"

"I think... have we met somewhere?"

Blinking his eyes, he kept raising his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

Looking at Qi Xiaoxiao staring at herself with big watery eyes.

Xia Juan felt a little distressed for a moment.

He almost reached out to touch his cheek.

well!It's really obscene...

It's not right to think...

Qi Xiaoxiao himself seems to have no evil thoughts at all!

Then...then what's going on with me...

Treat her like a child?

For a moment, he shook his head helplessly, and then hurriedly came back to his senses.

As soon as Xia Juan lowered her head, she smiled gently at Qi Xiaoxiao.

"Princess, you and I met once at the third prince's mansion."

"and also."

"When Xia Juan first came to the capital, the princess and Mu Qing also met Xia Juan once when they were in Beicheng."

After finishing speaking unhurriedly, he fell into a moment of silence.

Qi Xiaoxiao frowned and thought for a while.

Then suddenly realized, nodded.

"I remembered..."

With a crying voice, she sobbed again and again.

"So it's you... woo woo woo..."

As he talked, he seemed to realize that Xia Juan was not a bad person.

It's not anyone who needs her to be on guard.

Qi Xiaoxiao suddenly started to burst into tears again, almost flooding the entire palace...

"Xiaoxiao, you..."

"This……"

Seeing Qi Xiaoxiao crying again, she was addicted to crying.

Xia Juan and Mo Muqing looked at each other.

For a moment, the two eyes crossed each other, but there was a burst of helplessness and sighs.

But it is.

The princesses who grew up in the greenhouse were regarded as jewels in their palms since they were young, and they were well-clothed and well-fed.

Now that I have finally grown up, it is indeed difficult to accept the cruelty of reality for a while.

But... In the palace, Qi Xiaoxiao's immature temper seems to be extremely rare.

"Xia Juan..."

Raising his eyebrows, he gave Xia Juan a few glances.

Mo Muqing didn't dare to speak, but kept making gestures behind Qi Xiaoxiao to let Xia Juan go up.

"what……?"

I? !

The voice was stuck in the throat and no sound came out.

Xia Juan moved his lips and pointed to himself, feeling distressed for a moment.

Facing such a rich little princess...how can this be done?

Don't say anything else...

Just say it yourself.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a fighter who has been married for two years-a fighter among wives.

It must have been experienced, the so-called past experience.

But the fact is...

It was just a few days ago that I had sex with Ye Ning.

The damn thing is that he got drunk, had sex after drinking and then...

Ugh!

Forget the past……

But now Mu Qing has spoken.

And Qi Xiaoxiao seemed really unbearable...

For some reason, Xia Juan always brings Qi Xiaoxiao into her.

In other words, unconsciously, she would always look at Qi Xiaoxiao as an elder.

As if the other party is his own child.

In this entanglement.

Xia Juan finally sighed and nodded to Mo Muqing.

Come on!

Cheer up to Xia Juan.

Mo Muqing grinned and moved her mouth, but she didn't make a sound.

"Cough cough..."

He glanced at Mo Muqing helplessly.

Xia Juan could only turn around slowly.

Then he cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"That...that..."

"Princess...princess?!"

He stretched out his hand and patted Qi Xiaoxiao's shoulder lightly.

However, the latter only paused abruptly.

Then he twitched again and continued to cry loudly.

"hiss……"

This is really tricky.

But it seems...

This Qi Xiaoxiao should really look a bit like a child.

seem……

It seemed that the more he and Mu Qing cared about her, the more they cared about her.

On the contrary, she will burst into tears even more, acting coquettishly and savagely...

Let's put it that way.

"Cry, cry..."

With a sudden sneer, Xia Juan took a step back.

"Princess, when you finish crying, remember to go back with the prince of Xuanlingyu that day."

"Then experience what it's like to be a bride!"

"you--!"

The crying stopped suddenly.

Qi Xiaoxiao turned around suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked at Xia Juan angrily.

"You - believe it or not, I asked Brother Huang to give you to..."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are going to marry Yuan Hongxi."

"I... I... I don't want to marry!!! I definitely don't want to marry!!!"

He stuttered for a while, and was suddenly rendered speechless by Xia Juan.

Qi Xiaoxiao took a step back, and finally completely lost control, shaking her head constantly.

"Xia Juan..."

Standing beside him, he was a little surprised by Xia Juan's actions.

Seeing Qi Xiaoxiao go "crazy".

Mo Muqing hurried to Xia Juan's side with a puzzled look on her face.

"pass it to me."

He touched the back of Mo Muqing's hand and patted it lightly.

Xia Juan suddenly raised her head again, and smiled slightly at Qi Xiaoxiao.

"Why, princess, are you not crying?"

"I……"

The crazy move slowly stopped again.

Qi Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes, just as she was about to cry again.

Xia Juan took another step forward and shook his head.

"Princess, crying won't solve any problems."

"Even if you go to the banquet and cry now."

"It will only make Prince Yuan Hongxi want to marry you back to the Profound Sky Spiritual Domain even more."

"what……?"

This time.

It's not just Qi Xiaoxiao anymore.

Even Mo Muqing was confused for a while, looking at Xia Juan in confusion.

"For...why?"

Qi Xiaoxiao's tears that were about to be forced stopped suddenly because of doubts.

She blinked her eyes, pouted and stared at Xia Juan in puzzlement.

"Because the princess cries like pear blossoms with rain, so beautiful."

"If Yuan Hongxi sees it, Princess Qi Xiaoxiao is so beautiful even when she cries."

"Then he definitely won't give up the marriage with the princess again!"

These words made Qi Xiaoxiao feel a little happy for a while, and couldn't help being proud.

For a while, he was so distressed that he couldn't speak.

"Then...then what should I do!!!"

Felt like I was cornered.