Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 235 Actually Knowing
"What? Do you miss me too much?"

Yin Feng also found a step down for herself.

Xuan Yue sneered, and immediately held back.

Mo Zicheng waved his wide sleeves and let Xuan Yue go down first.

He naturally had something to say to the third princess alone.

Xuan Yue nodded slightly, walked out with the pack of supplements, and did not close the door after going out.

"Could it be that Zicheng wants to be alone with this king?"

Yin Feng had a gentle smile on his face, but his tone of voice was so joking.

Mo Zicheng also smiled slightly, hugged the hand warmer next to him in his arms, and looked straight at him with rippling clear phoenix eyes, "Your Highness, Third Prince."

These words fell on Yin Feng's side like cannonballs and exploded around him.

For a moment, the smile on Yin Feng's face froze slightly, and then it rose again, "Zicheng, what are you talking about?"

A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, and it just happened to blow into Yin Feng's body, making it icy cold.

There was the smell of charcoal in the air, and only the sound of "click" could be heard in silence.

Mo Zicheng's thin lips curled up slightly, he barely stood up and walked towards the round table, sitting on the round stool, dragging his belly with one hand, while the other hand picked up the hot tea that had just been put in the center of the round table, poured two cups, Looking at Yinfeng, he said, "Sit."

Yin Feng was not polite, and sat on the round stool opposite him.

Mo Zicheng also brought one of the cups of tea to him, while he picked up the other cup and took a sip.

"Your Highness Third Prince, although Zicheng is not as intelligent as His Highness, Zicheng still has some brains."

Yin Feng still had a smile on his face, with a look of "I don't understand what you mean".

In fact, there were waves of uneasiness and doubt in my heart.

He didn't understand why Mo Zicheng would know.

He had been pretending for so long, and no one noticed it, but Mo Zicheng spotted it.

Why is this?

Mo Zicheng glanced at him, stroking his abdomen with his fingers, soothing the fetus in the womb.

"It doesn't matter if the third prince refuses to admit it, maybe there is some unspeakable secret! Zicheng will not force you."

Who would have thought that it would be a man who has won countless victories and who can be called the god of war, galloping on the battlefield and commanding thousands of troops?

No one will believe it if you tell it!

The atmosphere in the room became cold again, and there was silence without any sound.

After a while, only Yin Feng's muffled voice broke through the silence in the room, "Why do you know?"

He thought that his disguise was good, but he didn't understand why he would know.

Mo Zicheng smiled slightly, took another sip of the tea, his phoenix eyes sank, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Do you still remember that Xuan Yue accidentally spilled the soup on you a few days ago?"

After Mo Zicheng mentioned it, Yin Feng remembered it.

At that time, he was being playful, just wanting Mo Zicheng to wipe off those stains for him with silk handkerchief.

However, even though he took off his cloak, those clothes were still there, how could he know?

Mo Zicheng just glanced at Yin Feng's expression, and he knew what he was wondering at this moment, and he revealed the secret without hesitation: "My father, the most precious thing you gave me is the pulse."

Pulse?

Yin Feng looked at him suddenly, no wonder he always put his hand close to him after touching his body.

It's all because he underestimates the enemy, thinking that a man like Mo Zicheng who has been raised in a boudoir all year round is not capable.

But he didn't want to, he underestimated him.

No, if Mo Zicheng speaks out, wouldn't he be one step further away from the throne?
Isn't it in vain that he has worked so hard for so many years?

"what do you want?"

Yin Feng lowered his eyes and stared at him.

Hearing this, Mo Zicheng just pursed his thin lips, and also looked back at him.

what do you want?I really don't want anything.

But now he had something to ask.

"Since His Highness the Third Prince is a prince, why do you insist on marrying Zicheng? Is it because of the chime?"

Now that he thought about it, there was only one answer.

There was a gentle smile on Yin Feng's face, and he stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingers. After a while, he said, "Yes."

Because, he learned from his father that the heir to the throne in the mother's heart has always been Yin Qing.

"Why?"

Mo Zicheng's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he stared at Yinfeng seriously.

It's really chime!
Yin Feng chuckled, and stared at Mo Zicheng without turning his eyes, "Because Yin Qing shouldn't marry you, because..." the throne.

She and it belonged to him.

Hearing this, Mo Zicheng was stunned for a few seconds, then looked at Yinfeng in surprise, "You... like her?"

Isn't that...

"Yes."

Yin Feng didn't talk nonsense, just nodded and admitted.

Anyway, he also guessed it, and there is no need to hide it from Mo Zicheng.

Because he will know sooner or later, is there any difference between knowing early and knowing late?
There was a smile on Yinfeng's lips, and the heroism between his brows was even stronger, his eyes were clear, "Now that you know all the secrets of this king, what do you think this king should do with you?" Woolen cloth?"

"Your Highness, Third Prince, please do not act rashly, because there are not one or two hidden guards around here."

"is it?"

Yin Feng smiled smugly, clapped his hands, and saw a woman in black flying in from the window, and the woman in black lowered her head and said coldly: "I tell the lord, all the people outside have been swept away."

Mo Zicheng froze for a few seconds at these words.

(End of this chapter)