Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

"It's not that the prime minister has a queen, but that we have a child."

After a long silence, Mr. Feng said this.

Looking at the little lady who seemed to have been fished out of the water, he wanted to help organize it, but he didn't know where to start.

Another commotion.

Seeing his helpless look, Xiao Qian couldn't help but laugh: "You are getting more and more stupid, so stupid."

Mr. Feng also knows that he is stupid, but what can he do?

He was all-powerful in the court, but he could not express his tenderness into actions of care and concern.

In the end, he just took Xiao Qian into his arms, rested his chin on Xiao Qian's forehead, and was speechless for a while.

Holding Xiaoqian's hand tightly, his Adam's apple rolled and the corners of his lips trembled violently.

After a long time, he choked up and said, "It's great that you're still alive. It's great."

Yeah, it's great to be alive.

Xiao Qian had a lot to say, but when the words came to her lips, she still swallowed them.

She has no words.

Because her language is not enough for her to express this full of words.

Finally, she leaned into her husband's arms, her voice a little erratic: "Husband, I'm so tired."

Mr. Feng patted her back gently, as if coaxing a young child: "Go to sleep, my husband will be here with you, and I won't go anywhere."

"Okay!" Xiaoqian muttered a few times, her head sank, and she slowly fell asleep.

The pungent smell of blood filled his nose.

Mr. Feng did not show any disdain.

He winked at the servant, and the considerate servant brought him clothes that were easy to put on and take off, as well as a clean quilt.

He signaled the servant to put down his things, and then started to carefully change Xiao Qian's clothes.

He made all his movements slowly and carefully, as if he was worried about hurting the person in his arms.

When he finished everything, he started to sweat again.

Finally, he wrapped the relatively clean Xiaoqian tightly with a clean quilt, and then moved into the next room.

Xiao Qian was still sleeping, and he stayed with her like that.

The nanny picked up the young master who had been cleaned and fed.

He took it in his hand and carefully traced the child's features.

There was a smile in his eyes.

I have never seen that smile before.

It is the love of a loving father, gentle and kind.

"Madam, the child looks more like you."

He murmured, low and gentle.

……

the other side.

Lu Mingyu was lying on the bed, as if asleep.

Baili Wuxiang's hand rested on her pulse.

Repeatedly, Baili Wuxiang's brows furrowed higher and higher.

Changsun Tao sat beside the bed and looked at Lu Mingyu intently.

It seemed as if Lu Mingyu would disappear in the next moment.

Baili Wuxiang was puzzled: "That's not right. There is nothing wrong with the girl at all. She should have woken up. Why are she still sleeping?"

Changsun Tao spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Master, could Yan Yan be poisoned, or be poisoned by some strange poison?"

Baili Wuxiang shook his head like a rattle.

He said: "It's impossible, it's impossible. There is no poison in the world that I can't cure. As for being poisoned, it doesn't look like it!"

"Although I'm not as sophisticated as Miss Lingling in his voodoo skills, I still have some basics. It doesn't look like I've been poisoned."

Changsun Tao's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan".

There was a faint hint of fear in those eyes.

He said: "Could it be other weird things, such as witchcraft or something."

Baili Wuxiang stroked his beard: "It seems that only Qingchen, the old bald man, can clear up the confusion. Wait for him to come and take a look."

"You don't have to worry too much. The pulse is very peaceful and there is no danger. We will wait until everyone has seen it."