Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 564 Except for being a little old, everything else is fine
Ming Qianjue glanced at Feng Nuanyang with deep meaning, and then answered honestly: "There is some misunderstanding here, that woman and child are not mine, I was married once and married a princess once."

Feng Nuanyang was a little guilty by his look just now, and after hearing his reassurance, she felt that the tears shed in those days were all in vain.

Mrs. Wang didn't know what her daughter was thinking in her heart. When she heard Ming Qianjue's answer, she finally let go of her heart, stretched her brows, and patted her daughter's hand lightly: "It turned out to be a misunderstanding, that's fine, daughter, you accompany me." Let's chat, my lord, I'll go and make you something to eat."

She stood up, leaving room for the two couples, and walked towards the yard with her eyes narrowed.

When there were two people left in the room, Feng Nuanyang pushed the teacup towards Ming Qianjue with a smile on his face: "Drink some water."

Ming Qianjue picked up the teacup and took a sip, when Feng Nuanyang thought he would not make trouble, he still spoke: "You haven't looked for me in these four years, is it because those two people are angry?"

There was a trace of deepness on his rough face, and a tinge of unhappiness condensed on his body, as if it would explode at any moment.

Feng Nuanyang laughed dryly. No matter what the reason was, she felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, if she believed in him more, she would be able to figure it out sooner and find him to confront her earlier, and she wouldn't waste four years of their relationship. Time caused him to turn gray at thirty.

"Feng Nuanyang, talk!" Ming Qianjue was very dissatisfied with her silence, hoping she could give an explanation.

But Feng Nuanyang touched his nose a few times, and immediately flashed out: "I'll see if there is any help from my mother."

Ming Qianjue looked at her fleeing figure, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, she was really a girl who wanted to save face.

Feng Nuanyang came to the yard, breathing the fresh air, away from the low pressure, and felt much more at ease. She walked into the small kitchen and cooked with Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang didn't want her to do it, but her daughter relied on herself and forgot her mother if she didn't have a man, which moved her very much.

"Yang'er, he seems to be a good person. From now on, you have to be well-behaved. Don't think about anything wildly. If you want to discuss with him, the most important thing between a husband and wife is communication." Mrs. Wang is clear-minded. From the tone of the two, She can guess some of these misunderstandings.

Feng Nuanyang nodded, and squatted down to peel the beans: "Mother, don't worry, he is fine except he is a little old."

Mrs. Wang felt suffocated, she didn't mean that, but after hearing what her daughter said, she felt helpless thinking that the man had half his white hair just now, and looking at his daughter's flowery appearance, it seemed that he was indeed a bit old.

"How old is the prince?" Wang Pozi asked.

"It's 34," Feng Nuanyang replied while throwing beans into the plate, "Anyway, he's 12 years older than me, and he's taking advantage of me when he's with me, so he should coax me in everything. Watch me instead of making me guess and ask."

Mrs. Wang was originally worried that both of them were strong, they didn't know how to advance and retreat, conflicts between husband and wife were inevitable, and she wanted to teach her daughter to take a step back when appropriate, but after listening to her daughter's words and seeing the nervousness in her eyes, she suddenly settled down : "You and him used to get along like this?"

Feng Nuanyang nodded: "I let him, an old cow, pick this young grass. He is too happy, so how dare he give your daughter small shoes?"

"You child, how do you talk?" Mrs. Wang stretched her eyebrows and patted her daughter's head lightly: "They are all other people's wives, so be more virtuous."

Feng Nuanyang patted his head and raised the corners of his mouth: "In the first place, I have always been the master of the big things in the mansion, and he worries about the small things."

(End of this chapter)