Who knows what he was worried about, Xin Moer looked at Feng Qingcang with some annoyance, "Whoever likes to wear these clothes can wear them. Anyway, I can't wear them." She is not a pregnant woman!
Feng Qingcang calmly walked to the bed, picked up the clothes Xin Moer threw on the bed, and then walked to Xin Moer's side, "Are you going to take off your clothes yourself, or do you want me to take them off for you?"
"I said I won't wear it, so I won't wear it. Are you deaf?!" Xin Mo'er snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Lan Yin had quietly retreated when Feng Qingcang picked up her clothes. This was not a good job, so it would be better to leave early.
Feng Qingcang ignored it, as if he didn't see the anger on her face, and stretched out his hand towards her collar.
Xin Moer dodged away from his dirty hands and said angrily, "I'll change it myself!"
Feng Qingcang spread his hands, put the clothes on the hangers, walked to the table again and sat down happily.
Xin Moer gritted her lower teeth and resisted the urge to beat him. She changed out of her clothes, picked up the clothes on the hanger, put one on herself and put it on.
This dress is very convenient to wear. It is just like modern maternity dresses, except that the neckline is longer and the arms and legs are not exposed.
Xin Moer walked to the dressing mirror and took a look. The corners of her mouth pursed. It was actually not bad, but the money around her waist was a little thicker. She opened the first drawer on the dressing table and took a light blue stick from it.
He tied the hairband around his waist, turned it in a circle, and smiled with satisfaction.
This dress has an advantage. Compared with the clothes that Feng Qingcang prepared for her in the past, which were so complicated that she didn't know how to wear them and had to ask him to help her put them on. With a belt tied around the waist, this dress really suits her needs.
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Feng Qingcang glanced at the belt tied around her waist and her waist, without retorting.
"It's getting late, let's go!" Xin Moer's first thought was to go to the Imperial Palace for a meal this time.
Feng Qingcang did not order her to stew soup early as usual, but asked her to go to the palace on an empty stomach.
After the two left the house, Liu Mei and Xin Moer each took a carriage alone.
Feng Qingcang squeezed into Xin Moer's carriage without any hesitation.
"There are so many horses outside, why do you have to squeeze into a carriage with me if you don't want to ride?" Xin Moer complained unjustly. She even felt that he was deliberately causing trouble for herself.
Feng Qing glanced at her blankly and replied with only three words, "I do."
Then he closed the bead curtain, leaned against the car wall, closed his eyes and meditated.
Xin Moer stopped talking to him and automatically kept a certain distance from him, leaning against the car wall and taking a nap.
"Come here." Feng Qingcang closed her eyes and said two words expressionlessly.
Xin Moer pretended not to hear and continued to fall asleep.
Feng Qingcang opened her dark eyes, "It seems that you want me to kiss you in front of all the people on the street."
"If you don't look sexy for a day, you won't feel happy, right?" Xin Mo'er had no choice but to open her eyes, almost gritting her teeth.
Feng Qingcang unexpectedly did not refute, but nodded in agreement, showing a very innocent look, "You know, I don't lust for others, I only lust for you. Shouldn't you reward me?"
Xin Mo'er blinked and said in his heart, "Girl, I have been kissed by you countless times, and I slept with you again, what else can't I do?" I simply leaned over and pressed all the weight of my body on him.
On his body, let him be his human flesh.
Feng Qingcang knew what she was thinking, so he smiled helplessly and ordered Xiao Wu to drive his horse towards the palace.
Because the car curtains were not covered with cloth but with bead curtains, the postures of Feng Qingcang and Xin Moer were very ambiguous from other people's perspective.
Xin Moer squinted her eyes, so she didn't notice.
A faint smile appeared on Feng Qingcang's lips.
"Look, isn't that Prince Xu?!"
"Yes, isn't the person in his arms a little princess? Why doesn't she look like his adopted daughter?"
"You don't know this. It is said that Prince Xu has always been interested in the little princess. He even gave up the throne for the sake of the little princess."
"Judging from the look of the little princess, she seems to like Prince Xu very much. So, does this count as a father-daughter relationship?"
"Shhh! It's better not to talk nonsense like this. Be careful of causing the disaster of killing. Who can say clearly about the royal family. Besides, they are just adoptive father and daughter, and they have no real blood relationship, so it doesn't matter."
The crowd was noisy, and all eyes were chasing Feng Qingcang and Xin Mo'er.
Xin Mo'er slept soundly and didn't notice Feng Qingcang's hand moving lightly on her waist. The light blue ribbon tied around her waist instantly broke into several pieces and fell on the white fox
carpet floor.
The people watching on both sides of the street noticed Xin Moer's clothes with sharp eyes, and whispered below, "Why is the little princess wearing the clothes of a pregnant woman? Could it be that she is pregnant?"
"It can't be Prince Xu's, right?"
"It's possible..."
Everyone's eyes were locked on Xin Mo'er's sleeping little face. Although her face was covered with gauze and her true face could not be seen, it was vaguely visible that she seemed to be leisurely, content, and content.
His guess fell by nine points.
The crowd's gazes were so intense that Xin Moer's brain automatically went on guard. She opened her eyes and looked around. Only then did she realize that the people on both sides of the street were all staring at her, even though her face was covered with a gauze.
Yes, but she could still feel the burning heat of those eyes.
Some are envious, some admire, and some... despise and despise.
Liu Mei's carriage curtains were covered with thick brocade, so others could not see her true face, but they could only guess who was sitting in her carriage.
Why are you walking in front of Feng Qingcang's carriage?
Due to Feng Qingcang's status in Nanzhao Kingdom, almost everyone except Fengsong, the emperor of Nanzhao Kingdom, walked behind him.
However, today, unexpectedly, there was a carriage driving slowly in front of him. Therefore, it also aroused many people's inquiry and interest.
But since they couldn't see her true face, and couldn't get any clues, they could only shut up, and their eyes fell on Xin Mo'er and Feng Qingcang again, chatting casually.
It seems that the two of them have endless stories to tell.
Xin Moer sat up straight on Feng Qingcang's body and turned her head to look at Feng Qingcang, "What bad thing have you done?"
Feng Qingcang spread his hands unintentionally, as if he was staying out of it, "What bad things can I do, and you've always been sitting in the same carriage with me, haven't you? What bad things can I do without being discovered by you?"
Xin Mo'er felt that what he said made sense, so she didn't go into details. She looked forward and found that she was not far from the palace entrance. The dark crowd outside the palace was actually more crowded than the last time Nangong Yun came to Nanzhao Palace.