War King's Mansion, Xuelan Temple.

On the Luohan bed, Xuanyuan Mo still had his eyes closed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were clutching the quilt tightly.

"Xuanyuan Mo, let me tell you, the child in my belly is Lian Zhengyu's, on the full moon night of August 15, I and Lian Zhengyu were in the cave, and we stayed in the cave all night......"

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Mo sat up suddenly, reached out and touched his chest, and grabbed the placket of his chest hard.

It felt as if a big hole had been dug into his heart, and it hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much that he wanted to take it off completely.

The door creaked, and Mikage walked in with a tray. When he saw Xuanyuan Mo sitting on the bed, he was overjoyed, "Lord Wang, you're awake!" ”

When Longyue sent the prince over last night, he was really shocked, it was the first time he saw the prince so lifeless, the prince's body has always been very good, almost never had any illness, this time I don't know why I fainted, needless to say, I know that it must be related to the princess, except for the princess, there is no second person who can make the prince like that.

"Lord Wang, let's eat something." Mikage walked over to the bed with a bowl of white porridge.

Xuanyuan Mo lifted the quilt and walked out of bed, as if he didn't see the shadow next to the bed, and walked directly out of the door.

Yuying looked at Xuanyuan Mo's back and twitched the corners of his mouth, well, he was completely ignored again. Reluctantly, he walked to the table with the white porridge in his hand, put it on the tray, and then said with a regretful face, "It's a pity that the porridge made by the princess herself is poured out......."

Before he could finish speaking, the bowl of white porridge on the tray was gone.

Mikage looked at Xuanyuan Mo, who was already eating, and blinked, a smile on his lips. I knew that the porridge made by the princess herself, the prince would definitely eat it.

After only a while, a bowl of white porridge was eaten by Xuanyuan Mo.

Looking at the unfinished appearance of his own prince, Yuying hurriedly said, "My subordinates will bring all the porridge cooked by the princess." ”

Yuying ran out as he spoke, and after a while he came back with a casserole of porridge, took the empty bowl, and added another bowl of porridge to Xuanyuan Mo.

This time, Xuanyuan Mo did not gobble it up like he did just now, but slowly tasted it one bite at a time, as if he was eating the best food in the world.

was obviously angry with him, but he still cooked porridge for him himself, and suddenly, I really wanted to see her.

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\, if he wants to learn, does she have to teach? She doesn't have the time to do it, she still has to take care of His Highness. I just wanted to say no, but after hearing Xuanyuan Mo's words, I changed my attention.

\Why do you want to do this? She told him that the child was not his, wasn't he angry?

Picked up the empty bowl, took a bowl of soup, took a sip, and frowned slightly. It's so light, did he put salt?

Picked up the chopsticks again, tasted a bite of the dish, and frowned again. It's so salty, did he put the salt in the soup into the dish too?

I glanced at the bowl of rice, and my eyes shone slightly. Fortunately, the rice was steamed.

When Feng Wu came in to collect the food, he saw the empty bowl on the table, and his heart was happy. Great, His Highness finally ate, although he didn't finish the dishes and soup, but he finished the bowl of rice.

Glancing at Duanmu Xi who was lying on the chaise longue reading a book, the corners of Feng Wu's mouth rose slightly, His Royal Highness didn't vomit this time, even if she barely ate before, she would vomit it quickly.

I put away the food on the table and brought it out.

walked to the small kitchen and saw that Xuanyuan Mo was still there, and immediately said happily, \