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Qu Jingxi, who was at the side, had a change in expression. He extended his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, and did not interrupt her.

"Second, if you insist on interfering with the dress and appearance of this wangfei, then it will be a pleasure for women to dress themselves up.

If you are dressed properly, others will say that the Prince Jing loves the Prince Jing's Wife, and thus the prince's face will naturally glow, but if you are not dressed well, does that mean you have a poor taste of the prince? "

Qu Jingxi saw that the gaze of the tea cup had landed on her, and the side of his delicate face looked extremely charming under the candlelight.

It was a picture of a beautiful woman combing her hair.

If not for the fact that she was still trying to think of a way to refute his words, Qu Jingxi felt that he would have been fooled by her calm and gentle appearance again.

"As for the last one," Feng Xiwu paused, placed her slightly dry hair behind him and poured herself a cup of water.

"This wangfei can consider it."

Qu Jingxi, who was at the side, did not say a word.

Was it because his tempo was too fast that this girl could not accept it at the moment, so she wanted to use her status as the wangfei to negotiate with him?

Thinking about her rebuttal just now, Qu Jingxi recalled the things he had heard about the great miss General's Mansion revolting against the General Feng.

Qu Jingxi put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and helped her up.

Feng Xiwu was baffled by his actions, and stood up as well.

"Since Wu is unwilling, then we can discuss about it another day. It's already very late, let's go to sleep first."

It was probably because of the cool weather, that Feng Xiwu wore less, and when Qu Jingxi held her hand, she only felt that her small hand was ice-cold.

Feng Xiwu was a little stupefied as she followed him back to the house.

Prince Jing had changed too much at the moment, I have to forgive her for not being able to accept this.

"Prince?" By the side of the canopy, Feng Xiwu stopped and asked uncertainly, "Are you alright, Prince?"

As he spoke, he used his little hand to probe his forehead.

Because of his height, he had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach him.

Her hand was a little cold, and when it touched his somewhat warm forehead, it felt like it was burning.

Feng Xiwu was a little unsure about his temperature. Should she call the royal physician to have a look? Feng Xiwu thought.

Qu Jingxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her actions, but after feeling the warmth of her body, he was a little angry.

His hands were so cold, what if he caught a cold?

His body was one step ahead of his brain, so Qu Jingxi picked her up with his big hands, and directly walked towards the bed with big strides.

Feng Xiwu was shocked by his actions and subconsciously reached out to hug his neck, afraid that she would fall down accidentally.

Lying in the man's warm embrace, his slightly cold body instantly warmed up.

How could it still be so light? Qu Jingxi weighed it in his hands, it seemed that the food cooked by the cooks was not tasty at all. It had already been a few days, but there was still no gain in weight.

Feng Xiwu did not know what he was thinking, what she was more concerned about was that Prince Jing seemed to be saying that he still had things to take care of, so he should be leaving later right?

Although they had slept in the same bed for a few days already, Feng Xiwu was still not used to sleeping in a big bag beside him.

Although hugging was very comfortable, it still took up a bit of space.

Qu Jingxi bent over and placed the little girl in his arms onto the bed, then tucked her in.

"The weather has turned cold, and you're still wearing that little after taking a bath. Aren't you afraid of getting cold?" Qu Jingxi pinched her nose.

When would this girl let him relax?

Feng Xiwu did not say a word, and only looked at him with wide eyes. She had a very charming appearance.

Qu Jingxi turned around and opened the box on the cabinet at the foot of the bed.

The candles in the front room and the side room had been extinguished by his inner force.

A gust of wind blew under the blanket, and a figure fell down. The warm temperature around him immediately wrapped the blanket up.

As Feng Xiwu's tiny body was curled up in his embrace coldly, she suddenly thought of the possibility that with Prince Jing in bed, she wouldn't need to use a warm bed before winter.

Her body was afraid of the cold. In winter, every time she slept, she would warm the bed with a hot stove an hour in advance before going to bed.

From the looks of it, it seemed pretty good.