Feng Qian's movements aroused everyone's unanimous curiosity.

The man in the dragon chair twisted his eyebrows almost invisibly, but it didn't stop her from continuing down.

An idea came to his mind, but it was quickly snuffed out by him.

This squire of the military department is not a good official who is honest and honest.

Feng Qian walked up to them and asked with a smile, "Is this a boy or a girl in the adult's family?" ”

The soldier didn't know what she wanted to do, but with such a gentle tone, it shouldn't be like blaming her daughter for crying suddenly, right?

replied cautiously: "Hui Niangniang, it's a daughter." ”

Feng Qian's eyebrows were raised, and he walked up and stared at the child twice.

Such a young child, her eyebrows and eyes have not yet grown, and she doesn't know what it will be like in the future, but one thing is for sure, this girl must grow up to be like Weiwei, "cruel and arrogant".

At that time, she would not have known that she had completely lost her eyes this time, because this girl really could not be more weak and gentle.

The child's cry was still there, and Feng Qian felt distressed when he looked at the child's refusal to stop in the hands of the nurse.

She has little experience with children, and she doesn't know why the child keeps crying, but even she doesn't know why, so she said a little timidly: "Or, let me try, right?" ”

Jun Moying's face darkened, but Feng Qian didn't notice him at all, and after the squire of the military department agreed, he decisively left his son and went to hug someone else's daughter instead.

"What's the child's name?" She asked with a smile, but her eyes kept falling on the child in her arms.

"Hui Niangniang, surname Mo, name Xi." The soldier-a-squire replied.

Feng Qian's smile froze, and he frowned at that time, and his face turned almost imperceptibly cold.

Moshi, Moshi, means hopeless.

She knew that this ancient patriarchal preference, especially this child might still be a concubine's daughter, and she would not be favored. If it weren't for today's incident, maybe he wouldn't have been noticed by this father for the rest of his life. But even so, you don't need such a name, right?

Daughters are all used to hurt.

Feng Qian is not a person who is overflowing with compassion, but she doesn't feel that any child is particularly suitable for her eyes, but at this moment, she can't help but feel a little good for this child who gradually fell asleep and stopped crying when he arrived in her arms.

After the banquet, back to Fengyang Palace, Jun Moying saw that she looked sullen, walked over and touched her head.

"What's the matter, as soon as you come back, it's like this, who bullied you?"

"Nope." Feng Qian looked up blankly, what does it mean to be like this as soon as she comes back, what is she like?

With his forehead against her eyebrows, Jun Moying sighed lightly: "Your love, can't I see it?" ”

"Well, if you must think the look on my face looks like it's sad, then I guess it is. I just thought of Moshi, the child seems to be younger than our Han and Nuan Nuan now, and I don't know what will happen in the future. ”

Jun Moying let out a faint "En", looked at her rare gentle eyebrows, and asked, "Do you want me to do anything?" ”

"No need, such children are definitely not a minority in the families of dignitaries, and you can't manage so many of them. What's more, there are a lot of things in every house, and it is not difficult to disobey the yang, after all, we can't watch that child all the time. If it was only because of our sudden kindness that we brought disaster to that child, it would not be worth it. "(Magazine Bug) "Pet Crown Six Palaces: The Emperor's Delicate Imperial Princess" only represents the author's views of Yan Ruocheng, if you find that its content violates the laws of the country, please delete it, and the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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