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"My … my husband." Do you want to try this? "

He had already been warned before not to reveal his identity, so he had to change the way he addressed Feng Xiwu.

In front of the stall, Feng Xiwu was holding onto a candied fruit in her hand and was still chewing on it.

Feng Xiwu's gaze wandered over the various masks in the stall. Ghost Face, Ox-head and even Sun Wukong, Feng Xiwu felt that she should choose one for the Prince Jing.

To block his handsome face, he would never reveal his identity.

Prince Jing seemed to be very satisfied with this form of address, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, "If you like it, my husband will like it."

"..." Why did it feel like something was wrong?

Feng Xiwu felt that she had been tricked.

Putting down the mask she had chosen earlier, her gaze happened to fall upon the mask of a chubby pig, Zhu Bajie.

Feng Xiwu's mouth curved into a smile.

Qu Jingxi, who was at the side choosing a mask that suited her, did not notice the movements of the girl beside her.

"Darling ~"

Hearing Feng Xiwu's sweet and gentle voice, she raised her head and looked at her. In the next second, her line of sight was blocked by something.

Feng Xiwu looked at him with a wicked smile, the craftiness in her eyes added to her mischievousness.

Qu Jingxi, who was under the mask, had a smile on his face, Zi Lan and Zhu Qi who were beside him consciously lowered their heads. They did not see anything.

Qu Jingxi extended his hand to take off the mask, and when he saw the fat pig mask, the smile in his eyes froze.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Feng Xiwu hurriedly hid behind Zi Lan.

"You like it?"

Qu Jingxi saw that she was dodging and there was no anger in his eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing his thoughtful look, Feng Xiwu wisely shook her head. She hurriedly came out and took off the mask in Qu Jingxi's hands, "Husband, I was just trying it out just now.

Qu Jingxi looked at her guilty look and did not say anything.

casually picked up a ghost's mask, then held it in his hands to examine it, "Just now Wu had used your husband as an experiment, then, can your husband also …"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Feng Xiwu immediately ran off like a wisp of smoke.

Zi Lan was the first one to react. When Feng Xiwu was young, he liked to use this method to avoid things that she didn't like. Just the matter of eating made her spend a lot of effort to surrender to him.

His footsteps quickly caught up to Qu Jingxi, who had also recovered from the shock.

Feng Xiwu ran in the front with great joy, while Zi Lan could only chase after him incessantly.

In the end, as expected, Zi Lan lost her Young Miss once again.

In the bamboo forest, Feng Xiwu was chasing after a butterfly that was happily running. The colorful butterfly seemed to know that she had become a target of some people and it was trying its best to fly forward.

Suddenly, something hard blocked the place the butterfly was flying towards, leaving Feng Xiwu no time to react, and her nose directly smashed into it.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Feng Xiwu covered her nose and looked up. Above him was Qu Jingxi's handsome face that carried some anger.

It's over …

Carefully swallowing her saliva, Feng Xiwu carefully tried to please them.

"Darling, Darling, why did you catch up so quickly?"

Qu Jingxi did not say anything. In the end, Feng Xiwu still lost to him in terms of height, and her scalp went numb from his godly gaze. Feng Xiwu smacked her lips.

"Darling, I was wrong. I won't run around anymore."

Qu Jingxi reached out his hand, and in his hand was a somewhat messy white handkerchief.

Feng Xiwu looked at him, a little confused.

Qu Jingxi's other hand slowly extended towards the white handkerchief, lifting up a layer of the white handkerchief. A flowery butterfly flew out.

Feng Xiwu's eyes were wide opened, it was not only because of the butterfly's flying wings that caused the arc, when did she grab it, why didn't she notice him at all?

"Don't run around anymore. Do you know how anxious Zi Lan is if she can't find you?"

His tone was very helpless, as if he was trying to reason with an ignorant child.

, who had always been whimsical and reckless, felt a tinge of guilt when he thought of how Zi Lan had acted so anxious for her.

"Then, Your Highness, what do you think about that mask just now?"

On the way back, Feng Xiwu pulled on his sleeves and asked coquettishly.

Qu Jingxi once again remembered the shock in his heart when he saw the mask. In Princess Hua-Yang's heart, This King is a pig? "

Hm?

The woman giggled. "The prince said so himself. This wangfei didn't say anything."

"If so, it doesn't matter." Qu Jingxi said as he looked forward. Have you forgotten, esteemed wangfei, that if this king is a pig and this wangfei is this king's wife, then what is wangfei? "

Bang!

Feng Xiwu glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

The man smiled and reached out to scratch her delicate nose.

"Wu, you're wrong again. The correct answer should be Bai Cai."

Feng Xiwu was startled, then a little embarrassed and annoyed. She was tricked by this man again, but she couldn't beat him.

"Tired?"

Seeing that Feng Xiwu didn't have the intention to move at all, Qu Jingxi smiled and accompanied her in squatting down. "She's already so grown-up, why does she always like to have the temper of a child?"

Feng Xiwu pitifully blinked her eyes, "Husband, I'm so tired, I don't want to walk anymore."

"Then who was the one who didn't get tired even after running so far away?"

Feng Xiwu's face reddened, and her small mouth curved upwards, "It's because I'm tired because I ran so far that you're carrying me, okay?"

Prince Jing looked at the two small hands holding onto his sleeves and sighed, "Come up."

With permission, Feng Xiwu gently leaped up onto his back.

"I really don't know who gave you the habit of making people carry you whenever you feel like it."

Qu Jingxi stood up, he was still as light as ever, when would the little fellow grow up a little.

However, Feng Xiwu slowly spoke up from behind, "When I was young, when I went out with Elder Brother Xuan to play, I became more addicted to sleep. Sometimes, when I was tired, Elder Brother Xuan would carry me on his back and then … "I seem to get used to it."

Feng Xiwu could clearly feel his body stiffen.

"Prince, what's wrong?"

Qu Jingxi cleared his throat, "It's alright, I remember that you are already old, so don't let other men carry you."

"But cousin Xuan isn't anyone else." Feng Xiwu seemed to be deep in thought. She, who was lying on Qu Jingxi's back, could not see the Prince Jing's face, which was gradually turning black.

"Anyway, don't let other men carry you." Qu Jingxi was very straightforward.

Sensing that the Great Demon King was in a bad mood, Feng Xiwu answered obediently.

"Princess, are you alright?" When Zi Lan, who was waiting at the city gate saw the Prince Jing carrying Feng Xiwu back, he thought that she had suffered some sort of injury.

Feng Xiwu lay on Qu Jingxi's broad and broad back, feeling a little drowsy. Facing Zi Lan's anxious expression, she immediately regained some of her rationality.

"It's alright, when did your young miss ever get injured?" Feng Xiwu yawned and replied lazily.