The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 197 This miserable sale is too vivid!

Hearing her cool tone, Cang Yanwei moved his thin lips, his voice was a little weak, "I'm afraid I can't eat porridge by myself, the wound hurts again."

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him, "It's better to die of pain!"

Why didn't his wound hurt when he kissed her mouth and bit her ear just now?

Cang Yanli slightly lifted his thin lips, his phoenix eyes slowly narrowed, "Wangfei is so looking forward to the death of the palace, wouldn't she poison the red bean porridge?"

"If I find you unhappy, I'll just take an ax and chop you up as a firewood. Poisoning is not my style."

"I don't think so in this hall. At that time, you were facing a..."

Before the man finished speaking, Feng Qingcheng reached out and covered his mouth, "You don't believe it, do you? Okay, I'll show you!"

As she said that, she picked up the porridge bowl and took a big sip from the rim of the bowl, "Now you believe it, don't you?"

She knew what this man wanted to say, if Ah Li knew that she had used the wind on a boy of a few years old in the forbidden area, where would she put her old face as a mother?
Even though it was an accidental injury at the time, it wasn't a glorious thing, so it's better not to talk about it and affect her glorious image in Cang Xiaoli's eyes.

Cang Yanlei stared at her, pursed his light-colored thin lips, "My palace suffers from back pain, so it's better for the hardworking princess to feed me."

Why didn't she realize that this man was a dramatist before?
The whole body is drama!
Feng Qingcheng rolled her eyes and went over, "You hurt your waist not your arm, don't be hypocritical."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Cang Li stretched out his chubby hands and tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Mother, can you feed my father?"

Feng Qingcheng glared at the man, and then lowered her head with a gentle expression, "A Li, your father is acting, so ignore him."

Cang Li frowned, and said to her solemnly, "Mother, my father was stabbed by a bad guy with a sword last night in order to save us. Such a long sword must be painful!"

Feng Qingcheng, "..."

The little guy has lived in a temple since he was a child. He is innocent and easy to deceive, but she is not stupid.

"A Li, your father is a manly man, not as weak as you think."

Cang Li tilted his bald head and thought seriously for a few seconds, "Father, does your wound really hurt or is it fake?"

Cang Yanlei bowed his head to meet his gaze, "Of course it really hurts."

Cang Li puffed his cheeks and thought for a while, then stretched out his soft hands to take the porridge bowl, "Then Ah Li, I'll feed you."

He has short arms and short legs, even if he tiptoes to the highest point, he still can't reach the man's mouth.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the father and son, one had a back injury and couldn't bend down, the other was too short to climb up, the porcelain spoon containing the red bean porridge was just frozen in mid-air, and the hand with the small meat hole Looking at it, shaking it, as if the porridge might be spilled at any time, the picture is really unbearable to look at.

This misery was so vivid that she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let me do it." Feng Qingcheng was defeated by the two men, one big and one small. Afraid that the little bald head would get sore if he kept raising his hands, he quickly took the bowl and spoon in his hand, and sat on the side of the bed to feed the man porridge .

Cang Li stood beside her, bending his big bright eyes, "Ah Li knew that mother would definitely not leave her alone!"

Feng Qingcheng sighed helplessly, "A Li, from today onwards you have to study hard, that's not how it works."

"Yes, Ah Li must listen to mother's words." Cang Li replied obediently, when he glanced at the man, he blinked at him, the father and son met their eyes, and smiled knowingly.

　Four shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)