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Qu Jingxi looked at Feng Xiwu's slightly red ear lobes and felt a lot happier in her heart. Her family's Wu really had the same thoughts as him.

A warm, thick hand wrapped around her soft little hand, and the force from her shoulder brought her into a warm embrace.

"Some thick thumbs gently rubbed against the back of her hand." Don't worry, you have just reached your prime. This King is still reluctant to touch you. "

Feng Xiwu heaved a sigh of relief. She also didn't want to become a mother so early in her life.

"This King is willing to wait until you are older before making a move." The man's soft laughter sounded in his ears.

Feng Xiwu realized that the Prince Jing was more and more different from the rumors.

As her gaze fell upon the thumb that was still stroking the back of her hand, a big and small difference made Feng Xiwu sink into deep thought.

"Prince, you're in your twenties this year?" After a long while, Feng Xiwu seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking him a question.

Considering their age, the two of them seemed to be around the same age.

"Hmm, does Wu think that she was very lucky to coincidentally meet this king's best age?"

Qu Jingxi replied with a little pride.

"No, it's just that when I suddenly think of it, I feel that Prince is a bit old."

After getting used to the Demon King's gentle treatment, Feng Xiwu felt that she had become a lot bolder in just two short days.

He even dared to touch the Prince Jing's head.

A little old?

Qu Jingxi, who had just reached twenty years of age, felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He's about five years younger than me. Is he old?

"I heard that when the Old Duke and his wife from Duke of State's Mansion married the Old Duke, they were at the age of sixteen. At that time, the Old Duke was already at the prime of his life.

Prince Jing thought for a while and felt that this example was the most convincing one, and the most convincing one for Wu.

"Yeah, probably."

Feng Xiwu did not want to bicker with such a childish Prince Jing.

Moreover, the Old Master and his wife were in completely different situations from them, but she would not explain any of this to the Prince Jing in order to prevent this man from being haggling over it again.

"This king has already ordered people to forge a good sword, and it is also equipped with the best jade pendant to make a spike. This General Feng will definitely like it."

Someone who didn't want to tangle with age automatically switched channels.

"Wu, leave these trivial matters to this king. You only need to stay by this king's side."

The words sounded familiar.

"Yes."

Ignoring the peculiar feeling in her mind, Feng Xiwu casually replied.

"..."

Feng Yuan was happily waiting for her beloved man to help him put on the hairpin, but she found out that Mu Hanxuan's arm that was holding the hairpin stopped in mid air, and Feng Yuan followed his gaze and looked behind him.

A man dressed in black was leading a pink and white girl to a stall and seemed to be picking something.

"Elder Brother Xuan." Feng Yuan called out, her tone mixed with grievance.

The two beautiful figures on the other side had already disappeared, and Mu Hanxuan seemed to not have reacted to it yet, as he remained frozen in place.

"Elder Brother Xuan!"

In the end, Feng Yuan couldn't help but shake his arm. Didn't we agree that he would accompany me for a stroll?

How could it be like this?

"Ah?" Sorry, I lost control of myself just now, "Mu Hanxuan regained his senses, and smiled apologetically at the girl in front of him." Come, I'll help you put it on. "

Although Feng Yuan felt wronged in her heart, it was not good for him to flare up.

People coming and going on the streets were all ordinary citizens. If they were to be disgraced, it would only be losing their General's Mansion and their face. Mrs. Mu would not like them either.

After what Mu Hanxuan had just done, the feeling of his beloved sister being snatched away once again surfaced in his mind. He had originally forgotten that it was about the same, but now, no matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable, and was even less in the mood to walk around.

Just like that, the two of them walked down the street, each with their own thoughts. They said they were going for a stroll, but it didn't mean they were just going for a walk.

During this time, Feng Yuan was also thinking of how to pull his thoughts back to him.