Is the prince infertile?The lady was so happy!

Chapter 511 Luck or Strength
Ying Ning stopped in her tracks: "What advice, Master?"

Fatong smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, you don't have to be polite, just call the poor monk Fatong. I wonder if Your Highness would like to have a few words with the poor monk alone?"

"okay."

Yingning nodded and told Ci'er to stay where she was.

Ding Chunfang was also puzzled, scratched his head, and asked: "Little master, does your mother know Monk Fatong?"

Ci'er shook her head.

In his memory, he was unknown.

At that time, my mother stayed in Xiyuan, ignored my father, and never went out.

Ding Chunfang urged in a low voice: "Little master, let's go over and listen to what the monk said."

"No." Ci'er shook his head, "Uncle Ding, to be a man, you have to be aboveboard, and you can't eavesdrop."

"..."

Ding Chunfang chuckled, "Then don't listen, little master, I'll teach you how to draw a bow, how about it?"

"Hurrah!"

"Come, come, let me teach you how to know the bow and arrow first." Ding Chunfang regained his energy, and immediately brought a small bow and arrow, "This is called a bow, and I specially found a small one. Come on, little master , you hold your hand here, yes, place the arrow on it, pull it back hard, and aim at that flower.”

He pointed to the flower not far away, "Don't be afraid, little master, it doesn't matter if you can't shoot..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow flew out.

Steady shot at the flower.

Ding Chunfang: "...Aha, the little master is really lucky, come on, let's shoot that red brick on the wall again."

That brick is much farther away.

Whoosh!
One arrow hit.

Ding Chunfang: "..."

Ci'er asked, "Uncle Ding, what else do you want to shoot, I'll help you."

Ding Chunfang scratched his cheek and pointed casually: "That bird in the sky."

Ci'er looked up, just in time for a bird to fly overhead.

He immediately nocked the arrow, raised the bow and arrow, aimed at the bird, whoosh——

The bird squeaked, and fell down together with the arrow, slamming to their feet.

Ding Chunfang: "..."

He pointed tremblingly at the bird on the ground, unable to speak for a while.

Ci'er said, "Does Uncle Ding want anything else?"

"No, I don't want it anymore..." Ding Chunfang asked with a sad face, "little master, why are you so lucky?"

"It's not luck, it's talent and hard work." Ci'er said seriously, "I've practiced at home for many days."

"Really? Who taught you? Tang Qing? Li Fucheng?"

"Taught them all."

"Ok."

Ding Chunfang felt that she was playing tricks on others.

There are many fierce people around the little master, so there is no need to worry about martial arts.

Ding Chunfang tilted her head and looked at Ci'er, seeing his calm, peaceful face, and firm eyes.

This is not uncommon for a two- or three-year-old child.

The more I look, the more I like it.

It would be great if the prince could recognize the young master.

He couldn't help thinking.

If the prince has a child, the prince can...

Ding Chunfang knelt down and asked Ci'er: "Little master, you know your identity, right? I heard you call Wang Ye your father."

Ci'er looked at him with bright eyes: "Uncle Ding, is this called asking questions knowingly?"

"What?"

"Uncle Ding has been calling me little master."

"Ah..." Ding Chunfang chuckled, "Since you know your identity, don't you want to go back to your own father? You are a nobleman of heaven, with royal blood..."

"I know all about it." Ci'er said earnestly, "Uncle Ding, don't be fooled. If you reveal the secrets of my parents at will, my father will make you forever."

(End of this chapter)