Chapter 330

Feng Jiuxi and Yanqing looked at each other secretly.

"Zhenbei Hou didn't come on a whim this time, like he came at the right time." Feng Jiuxi seriously analyzed.

Yan Qing nodded, pressed his voice and said, "I'm afraid the prince has looked for him. He has always been close to the prince's party."

This possibility is really great. The Queen's plan failed, and the prince turned to her son. It's really despicable.

The little steamed stuffed bun on one side looked at the muttering two people suspiciously, "Dad, mom, I want to hear what you're talking about."

"Don't listen to adults, children." Yanqing explained solemnly.

The steamed stuffed bun suddenly grinned and said, "Oh -" with an ancient and strange expression, it seemed to understand something.

Feng Jiuxi, "... Son, it's not what you think. My parents are just talking about business."

"I know, my mother is worried about my failure in this competition, right?" the little steamed stuffed bun said bluntly.

Feng Jiuxi hesitated and nodded after all, "it's not that her mother doesn't trust you, but that you are not equal in age. Differences in spiritual cultivation can't be avoided. If my son grows up for another five years, Wu Yichen is nothing."

"I understand what my mother said. In fact, the child didn't say so rashly. He had a plan in mind."

Looking at the expression on the small steamed stuffed bun's face, Feng Jiuxi suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second he heard his thief Xi say, "didn't my mother and father go to Wangchuan city to find Muni fruit? Last time I heard my mother say that eating this can greatly improve my spiritual power, so... Take me! My mother doesn't want to see me lose!"

"But..." Feng Jiuxi hesitated to look at the man beside him.

But Yanqing originally wanted to take this as their wedding trip.

It seemed to see her hesitation. The little steamed stuffed bun summoned up all his strength and shouted to her mother, which softened her heart.

"Well, then I'll take you with me." Feng Jiuxi reluctantly shook his head. In the end, he couldn't resist his son's attack.

The steamed stuffed bun cheered and clapped high five with mubai. As a result, he looked up at a man with cool eyes.

His little heart twitched slightly. "Well, Dad shouldn't mind?"

"Well, don't mind, how can I argue with a child." Yanqing said faintly, with no waves in her tone.

Just when the steamed stuffed bun was secretly happy, the man's voice floated over again.

"After coming back from Wangchuan City, the training time will be doubled. I urge it myself."

"Ah... Don't..." the little steamed stuffed bun suddenly cried and looked sad.

He didn't forget that Yan Qing trained his little uncle Feng Wenyu when he was at Feng's house. It was a terrible thing.

Later, Feng Wenyu gradually lost weight from a fat man, which was more or less inseparable from Yan Qing's devil training.

This is revenge. It must be revenge that he bothered the world between him and his mother! The steamed stuffed bun whispered in his heart.

Feng Jiuxi looked at the two people coming and going, but felt very harmonious.

"Your father urged you to train for your own good. Do you think you can improve your spiritual power by eating the effect of Muni fruit? You still need your own training to fully play its role." Feng Jiuxi kindly reminded.

The little steamed stuffed bun's face turned cloudy. Hehe smiled and looked at Yan Qing more.

"Well, thank you, Dad..."