"father."

Yue Qinchun came to Yue Jianfei and Tang Xiaohua with a happy face.

Yue Jianfei nodded, hugged Tang Xiaohua and sat down behind the low table on one side.

"Jiu'er must have her reasons for not letting you hug her. Don't be angry."

He gently stroked his wife's back and raised his eyes to look at Yue Qinchun.

"Qin Chun, you go back and rest first. Dad and the sect master have something to discuss."

"Miss Qinchun, let me take you back to rest."

Feng Yinan, who followed him through the door, looked at Yue Qinchun and said softly.

Yue Qinchun didn't want to leave, but after looking back at Feng Yinan, he nodded.

"Okay, please, Brother Feng."

The little girl turned around and left without saying another word.

Tang Xiaohua looked at his daughter who was leaving and half-squinted his eyes.

It wasn't until Yue Qinchun walked out of the room that she looked away and looked at Feng Jiu'er.

"Jiu'er, who is this Brother Feng?"

"Good guy."

Feng Jiuer met the eyes of a certain mother and said, "I'm a member of Tianji Hall, don't worry! I'm a very nice person."

"So..." Tang Xiaohua frowned.

"Maybe, you'd better ask her yourself."

Feng Jiuer gave Tang Xiaohua a thought-provoking look.

"Yinnan is very good!"

Qiao Mu responded softly, "I'm also very good to Qin Chun."

"Is this confirmed?"

Tang Xiaohua frowned and couldn't believe his ears.

"not yet."

Qiao Mu pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Not so fast. Besides, Qin Chun is still a child. She doesn't know whether she really understands or pretends to understand."

"But don't worry! Yinan's thoughts are very simple."

"If it were your daughter, would you feel relieved?"

Tang Xiaohua glanced at Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.

"I haven't given birth yet, how do I know?"

Qiao Mu responded casually.

Fengjiang sat down next to her and looked at her lovingly.

"Are you tired?

Do you want me to press it for you?"

Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze and looked at his man.

"Not tired."

Fengjiang took Qiao Mu's outstretched hand and wrapped it in his palm.

"Is it cold?

My hands are a little cold."

Fengjiang rubbed Qiao Mu's hand, then brought his other big palm to her face and touched it.

"Not cold."

As soon as Qiao Mu shook her head, a cloak fell on her shoulders.

"I'm really not cold."

Qiao Mu held the man's palms that fell in front of her.

"Cover it to keep warm."

Fengjiang tied the clothesline to the tree with his own hands and settled down again.

Qiao Mu looked at the person sitting down and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"arbor."

Tang Xiaohua ate so much dog food that he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"This is what you said..." "Yes."

Before Tang Xiaohua finished speaking, Qiao Mu looked at her and nodded, "My future husband."

Tang Xiaohua stared at his big eyes and looked at Feng Jiang.

"Not bad! I have a good figure, good looks, and good eyesight!"

"Each other, each other."

Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows a little proudly, "Brother Yue is here, can you stop looking at other people's men all the time?"

"Of course you should look at beautiful men more often. Otherwise, why would you be so good-looking?"

Tang Xiaohua looked at Feng Jiang for a while, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

"Qiao Mu, why does your husband look so familiar?"

"Are you familiar?"

Qiao Mu smiled slightly and touched his man's face.

"Sister Hua, don't think that I don't know what your plans are?"

"What ideas can I have?"

Tang Xiaohua frowned and looked at Yue Jianfei.

"My husband is not bad either, and I don't need to stare at other people's husbands."

"Besides, there is Jiuer's husband here, a man who has been banished to immortality. I will not keep staring at your man."

Although he said this, Tang Xiaohua still didn't move his eyes away from Feng Jiang.

After Xiao Yingying and everyone left the wing and closed the door, Tang Xiaohua looked back.

Seeing that there were not many people in the wing, she turned back again and looked at Feng Jiang.

"You can't be the one in my impression..." "Yes."

Feng Jiuer looked at Tang Xiaohua and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Sister Hua, do you really know my imperial brother?"

Feng Jiuer's words have explained everything to everyone.

She has already confessed to Tang Xiaohua about her status as a princess.

"Jiu'er, you can't, right?"

Tang Xiaohua's eyes widened, "Is he really the prince?

Which prince is here?"

"The key is, how did you get together with Feng Qiongcang's son?

Doesn’t Feng Qiongcang want to kill you?”

"If it hadn't been for my Third Emperor Brother, we probably wouldn't have been able to escape at that time."

Feng Jiuer glanced at Feng Jiang and pursed her pink lips.

"oh?"

Tang Xiaohua raised her eyebrows, "Among Feng Qiongcang's sons, are there actually any kind and righteous people?"

"certainly."

Qiao Mu held Feng Jiang's hand domineeringly, "If he's not a good man, how can I like him?"

Fengjiang seemed to be in a good mood.

As soon as he entered the door, the woman introduced him as her future husband, cared about whether he was tired, and even took the initiative to hold his hand.

Even if the real object of discussion is himself, these topics will act as if they have nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Qiao Mu was the only one in Fengjiang's eyes.
To be continued...