Feng Qingyu also smiled at him apologetically, saying that he was a guest, and the second emperor's brother was the master. Before he could wait for the guest to come, he ate all the food. In terms of reason, it was his fault.
Feng Qingcang smiled elegantly, "The father has eaten it, and Liu Zhiwei sent a copy to the father to the study."
"Brother Second Emperor, the weather is good today. I'll take Mo'er out for a walk!" Feng Qingyu walked to Xin Mo'er and took her little hand.
Xin Mo'er narrowed her eyes, with curved eyebrows, begging, "Father, I want to go out to play with the Nine Emperors."
"Just just finished eating, I was thinking about going out to play?" Feng Qingcang couldn't hear his joy and anger.
Xin Mo'er covered her stomach and defended her, "Father, my uncle and I have eaten too much, so we should exercise more, which is beneficial to our health."
"I didn't expect Mo'er and his uncle to have such a good relationship." Feng Qingcang's eyes circulated on her and Feng Qingyu, "But, your Nine Emperor's body has never been very good. I'm really worried about taking you out."
If you don't want to let her go out of the house, just say it! Find a reason for being so smelly, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue. Feng Qingyu's face was red when he was eating, and anyone knows that his health is very normal.
Xin Mo'er lowered her eyes aggrievedly, and her empty hand rubbed the corner of her clothes hard.
Feng Qingyu was very angry. What was wrong with his body? Jing opened his eyes and told lies, "Second Brother, I'm in good health..."
Halfway through his words, Feng Qingcang was holding Xin Mo'er's hand, pulled it back, covered his stomach, and sweated coldly on his forehead, and his face was a little pale.
Xin Mo'er noticed something was wrong with him, quickly turned her head and looked at him, "Father, come and see, what's wrong with him?" Could it be that he really got sick?
Feng Qingcang moved the chair and sat down, "Didn't your father say that, your Nine Emperor's uncle has a very poor body and needs to be in bed to recuperate. How can he have time to take you out of the house to play?"
Feng Qingyu suddenly raised his head and glared at him, "Second Brother, you are too much, you actually poisoned the food!"
He knew that Feng Qingcang was not so kind to keep him as a guest in the mansion, and it turned out that he had already made plans.
"Why is it okay after Mo'er ate?" Feng Qingcang had a gentle smile on his face.
"She..." Feng Qingcang recalled the scene when he was just eating. Indeed, Mo'er also ate the vegetables, so the poison is not in the vegetables?" You must have poisoned them on the bowl where I was eating or the chopsticks I used.
It's above!"
Feng Qingcang smiled softly, and his laughter was melodious, "You can bring your bowl and chopsticks back to check it out. I promise you can't find anything."
Feng Qingyu saw that he was calm and unrestrained, and it was not like making a fraud. Then, the poison would not be thrown on the bowl where he was eating, nor on the chopsticks he used. So what happened?