The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Feng Yixuan followed Song Yuntian to Fuyun Restaurant. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Feng Muyan and Qingying walking down from the second floor. He called out in a trembling voice, "Ninth brother..."

Feng Muyan paused and looked towards the sound in disbelief. His narrow eyes widened instantly, and he ran down the stairs in two steps and hugged Feng Yixuan. He said excitedly, "Fifth brother! You know, I thought I was hallucinating just now."

"Ninth brother, how did your face become like this!" Feng Yixuan could no longer hear anything else. All he could see was the broken face covered with knife marks. An uncontrollable anger rose in his heart. Who dared to hurt him like this?

"Don't worry, Fifth Brother. We are just hiding it from others!" Feng Muyan said in a low voice. He glanced around with his phoenix eyes and unexpectedly bumped into a familiar face. He said in surprise, "Yuntian is here too!"

"I have seen Nine..."

"When we are out, you can call me ninth brother." Feng Muyan said with a chuckle.

"it is good!"

The group returned to Feng's flower shop. As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw Feng Shijiu dancing with a wooden sword. He looked so serious. Song Yuntian laughed loudly and said, "Jiujiu, look who's here."

"Daddy, uncle!" Feng Shijiu put away his sword and stood up, turning his head to look at the source of the voice. When he saw the man with knife scars all over his face, he couldn't help but tighten the wooden sword in his hand, with a little more tension and inquiry in his eyes.

Feng Muyan walked slowly to Feng Shijiu's side, slowly squatted down to look at him, pressed his hand on the still thin shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, are you afraid of me?"

Feng Shijiu looked at Feng Muyan, then turned to look at Feng Yixuan, bit her lip and thought hard for a while, then shook her head firmly and said: "Jiujiu is not afraid of you! Daddy once said that the uncle who looks very similar to him is Jiujiu's ninth uncle!"

"Good boy, you're very smart! We uncle and nephew have similar temperaments, haha!" Feng Muyan laughed heartily for a rare time, and rubbed the top of Feng Mijiu's head with satisfaction, but as he rubbed, his heart was gradually invaded by loss. There used to be such a little person who was not afraid of him, but now he can never find her again.

"Uncle Jiu, you have so many knife wounds on your face, your martial arts must be better than your uncle's!" Feng Shijiu looked at Feng Muyan with admiration, stuffed the wooden sword in his hand into Feng Muyan's hand, and then ran to the steps and sat down obediently.

Song Yuntian was speechless. He was actually disliked by Jiujiu.

Feng Muyan weighed the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Song Yuntian with a little doubt.

Feng Yixuan couldn't help but chuckle, and turned to Feng Shijiu and said, "Jiujiu, let your uncle Jiu take a rest first. You will have plenty of time to learn martial arts from him in the future."

"Okay! Uncle Jiu, Jiujiu will go pour you some tea!" After he finished speaking, he disappeared like a gust of wind.

Looking at Feng Muyan who was somewhat dazed, Feng Yixuan chuckled and said, "Do you find this scene familiar? Jiujiu's temper is very similar to yours when you were a child, but not as cold as you."

"Indeed!"

The three of them talked for more than two hours, but they didn't tell everything that had happened in the past few years. They could only talk about the important things.

The most surprised were Feng Yixuan and Song Yuntian. They had no idea that such a big change had happened there in the years since they left Nanyue.

"I didn't expect that Shen Yingjun, who has done evil all his life, is actually a lovesick person. If it were my mother, she might not be willing to accompany my father to die." Feng Yixuan sighed sadly, and the hatred in his heart gradually faded away. Everything is God's will, and Shen Yingjun is just a poor woman.

"Speaking of which, I have something to give you!" He handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Feng Yixuan and whispered, "This is what Shen Yingjun gave me before she died. She said it was an antidote to the strange poison in your body. A dying person's words are kind, so I think there is no need for her to lie to me."

Hearing Feng Muyan's words, Feng Yixuan took the porcelain bottle into his arms with a look of joy on his face.

Feng Muyan asked in confusion: "Fifth brother, why don't you take it and try it?"