Feng Zhengnan noticed that the eyes of the Manchu ministers of civil and military affairs were gradually wrong when they looked at him.

In this wrong, there is also his father, King Luoan.

Feng Zhengnan subconsciously wanted to see Yongning Hou's expression, but he tried his best to keep his sanity, and he didn't dare to let his eyes turn to Yongning Hou's side.

With so many people, which one is not a human spirit?

But as long as his eyes fell on Yongning Hou a little, there was no need to say anything, everyone could directly close the coffin.

He is the son of the Marquis of Yongning!

Feng Zhengnan's brain turned rapidly, and Princess Chang Luo frowned.

Could it be that Gu Yanbao's little cub really didn't lie?

Feng Zhengnan is really the son of the Marquis of Yongning, not the son of King Luo'an?

Looking at Feng Zhengxi and Feng Zhengbei, whose faces were also tense, Princess Changluo's heart began to fall uncontrollably.

If......

If none of these three are the biological sons of King Luo'an, then who is the right person for her marriage?

Fengmian is actually the best choice.

But since she had already attacked the five Fengmian brothers, there was no room for maneuver.

And Fengmian is not the right age.

She wants a husband who can be controlled by her, and she also wants a man who can make her look at and like.

Fengmian ......

A thirteen-year-old, she's not that hobby.

Princess Changluo couldn't wait to find out the truth.

She asked Gu Yanbao directly.

"Yanbao, how can you be sure that the birthmark on the third son's body is on the right waist?"

Xiao Yanbao is more straightforward.

"Yan Bao detective (sees)!"

Princess Changluo: "......"

Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "......"

No, little princess, although you are only three years old, you are also a girl.

And at this moment, the frozen Feng Zhengnan's IQ was on the line and spoke out quickly.

"Little county lord, I have never met you in private, how do you know if I have a birthmark on my body?"

Feng Zhengxi and Feng Zhengbei also echoed at the same time.

"That's it! How long have you been the county lord? Before that, it was said that you didn't have as much as one in Gu Xiang's Mansion......"

A low, gloomy voice came from the entrance of the main hall.

Ji Wuchen, dressed in gold and black, appeared there like a ghost, staring at them with those dark eyes.

To be exact, it was staring at Feng Zhengnan.

At that moment, Feng Zhengnan's blood seemed to freeze.

His face turned pale suddenly.

When Xiao Yanbao heard his father's voice, he hurriedly turned around and was about to run to Ji Wuchen's side.

Ji Wuchen's low and gloomy voice became extraordinarily gentle.

"Don't move, Daddy go over."

After Ji Wuchen finished speaking, he was still at the gate of Xuande Hall one second, and he had already arrived in front of Xiao Yanbao the next second.

He leaned over and hugged Xiao Yanbao gently and affectionately.

"Yanbao, Daddy is back."

Xiao Yanbao smiled toothlessly.

"Daddy, is it done?"

Ji Wuchen smiled and nodded.

"That's it."

In the Xuande Palace, there was only the voice of Ji Wuchen and Xiao Yanbao talking.

One is gentle like water, full of pampering, and the other is innocent and soft, soft and lively.

After saying a few words to Xiao Yanbao, Ji Wuchen's eyes fell on Feng Zhengnan, who was pale, again.

"Talking, you talk more."

Feng Zhengnan: "......"

Ji Wuchen's voice couldn't hear any emotion.

"Let me hear how much inhuman treatment my daughter suffered during the years when I was asleep!"

Speaking of which, he added faintly.

"It's worth your waste dim sum dressed in human skin, and talk about my daughter's three-year abuse by Gu Qilin's scum in the Xuande Palace, just open your mouth!"

Feng Zhengnan: "......"

Ji Wuchen's aura is too powerful.

Especially as he approached, Feng Zhengnan felt as if a layer of frost was coming to his face.

He subconsciously wanted to apologize.

But the father of a wild seed, or a face he has never seen in the emperor, where is it worthy of his apology from the third prince of Luo'an Palace?

This strange man is also worthy of him?

Feng Zhengnan tried to straighten his back, but his body was still pressed by Ji Wuchen's powerful aura, and his back kept bending.

Feng Zheng Nan broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"You ......"

King Luo'an spoke with a dark face.

"Presumptuous!"

Ji Wuchen tilted his head slightly, and his gaze fell on Luo'an Wang Feng Qingjiang.

"There are more presumptuous ones, the prince appreciates them!"

When the words fell, Ji Wuchen seemed to raise his sleeves very naturally and elegantly.

There was the sound of the luxurious fabric cracking in the main hall, and then Feng Zhengnan's exclamation in disbelief.

"Ahhh

The eyes of everyone in the Xuande Hall quickly fell on Feng Zhengnan.

Then I saw Feng Zheng Nan's white flower body.

Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "......"

The ladies brought by the minister: "......"

The ladies first stimulated the play, and then covered their eyes and screamed in horror.

"Ahhh

He Yushi watched from the side, his pupils shrank sharply, and he trembled.

He shouted at the top of his voice.

"Insulting Sven! Insulting Sven! ”

……

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty couldn't take care of the female dependents who were forced to suddenly look at the body of Zheng Nan and Bai Huahua.

They glared as they quickly swept towards Feng Zhengnan's right waist.

I don't know who spoke first.

"Good fellows! The third son really has a birthmark on his right waist! ”

"And it's really the size of a fingernail!"

"Oh my God! So the third prince is really the son of Yongning Hou? ”

"Oh my God! The top of the prince's head is really green! ”

"It's not green! How many years have I been a father, and I raised the son of Yongning Hou as my own son! ”

"The third son has collapsed, the second son and the fourth son are ......"

Ji Wuchen looked at everyone with a smile.

"You want to know?"

Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty: "......"

It's not authentic, but it's ...... The head was disobedient, and he became conscious, nodding wildly.

They reject it in their hearts.

Trust them!

Ji Wuchen smiled lightly and raised his sleeves again.

The familiar sound of tearing cloth came, and the familiar screams spread throughout the entire Xuande Hall.

A familiar and excited exclamation drowned out the exclamations.

"Ahhh Oh, my God! What the little county lord said is actually true, the second son and the fourth son really have birthmarks on their legs! ”

"And it's about the same size!"

"And it's about the same shape!"

"Oh my God!"

"I've never eaten such a big and exciting melon when I've grown so big!"

"Oh my God! The three sons really don't belong to King Luo'an! ”

"Who can stand this?"

"Not all of them can be so angry that they go straight to the heavenly spirit cover!"

"There are three of them!"

"Is King Luoan okay?"

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, who were eating melons, finally looked at King Luo'an, who had helped others raise a bunch of sons.

King Luo'an, who has helped others raise his son for many years: "......"

King Luo'an's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were about to be welded to death on the birthmarks of his three sons.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Yongning Hou.

Yongning Hou: "......"

The tide was over, and he knew it wouldn't help to talk too much.

In that case, it is better to admit it happily.

After all, his own son wants to call someone else's father, and his own father has to salute his own sons every time because of his identity, which is quite responsive.

Yongning Hou slowly straightened up and quietly looked at King Luo'an, whose eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother Qingjiang, I ......"

King Luo'an didn't say a word, rolled up his sleeves and beat him.