The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

On the other side, "Mom...Mom..." The young boy ran into a flower shop and looked at the beautiful woman who was squatting on the ground tending to the flowers and plants with excitement on his face.

Seeing the young man sweating profusely from running, the beautiful woman stood up and walked quickly to his side, looking at him carefully, and gently scolded him: "How many times have I told you that you can't run! Does your chest hurt?"

"Mom, Jiujiu knows he was wrong!" The young boy first lowered his head and grabbed his clothes to admit his mistake. When he saw his mother's face soften, he happily handed 100 copper coins to her and said happily: "Mom, Jiujiu helped you a lot today! Jiujiu sold all the blessing bags."

"Well, mother knows that Jiujiu is the best, but you are not allowed to run and jump from now on, remember?" The beautiful woman raised her arm and gently wiped the sweat on the boy's forehead with her sleeve. She felt more and more guilty in her heart. If she could give him a healthy body, he would be a hundred times happier than he is now. She was not a good mother.

"Jiujiu will not make mother worry anymore. Jiujiu is going to practice calligraphy." The young boy walked excitedly through the flower shop into the inner hall. He quickly spread out the paper and ground the ink. He picked up the brush and started to draw the black horse he saw today. If he grows up in the future, he will definitely buy such a good horse, otherwise he would be unworthy of being a man.

In the evening, the beautiful woman was sitting at the door of the flower shop trimming flowers. From a distance, she saw a tall and thin figure slowly walking in this direction. A warm smile suddenly appeared on her elegant face. She put down the pot of flowers in her hand, stood up and greeted him, saying softly, "You came back a little late today."

"Aren't you going to buy a wooden sword for Jiujiu? He has been asking me to buy one for you the other day." The man raised the three wooden swords in his hand and shook them in front of the woman.

"Feng Yixuan! You can't spoil him like this. There are already more than a dozen wooden swords in his room, and they are 90% new!" The woman said angrily. If Jiujiu develops a spoiled and domineering character in the future, it will be all because of him!

"Yun'er, you forgot again. Now my name is Feng Wuqing! Wuqing that belongs only to you and Jiujiu!" Feng Yixuan hurriedly hugged Song Yunshi's shoulders and coaxed her.

"Okay, go change your clothes quickly. The food in the house is getting cold, and Jiujiu is waiting for you hungry!" Although there was a hint of impatience in her words, she did not break free from the hand on her shoulder.

As soon as he walked into the house with Song Yun in his arms, Feng Yixuan shouted loudly: "Why doesn't Jiujiu come out to greet Daddy? If you don't come out, these wooden swords will have to be given to others. Don't worry about it then..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng Jiujiu running out like the wind.

"Dad, that's the wooden sword for Jiujiu!" Feng Shijiu hurriedly stopped, still holding the half-dried painting in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden sword in Feng Yixuan's hand.

Feng Yixuan leaned over and picked up Feng Shijiu, but the little guy struggled and jumped off the ground. He blushed and said, "Daddy, Jiujiu is a man now. You can't hold me like this anymore."

Song Yunshi covered her face and chuckled. She knew that Feng Yixuan was having a hard time holding his son, but she didn't want to stop him. God knew how much he loved this child, and God knew how guilty he was for causing Jiujiu to be poisoned as soon as he was born.

"Okay, from now on our family will rely on you as a man." Feng Yixuan laughed.

After dinner, Song Yunshi saw Feng Shijiu sitting on the stone steps at the door, staring at a painting in a daze. She walked over curiously. From a distance, she could vaguely see that there was a horse in the painting. When she got closer, Song Yunshi's eyes widened with excitement. She held Feng Shijiu's little shoulder and asked in a trembling voice, "Jiujiu, where have you seen this horse?"

Feng Shijiu tilted her head and smiled, revealing her two little canine teeth. She said proudly, "Mom, do you also think this horse is good? Jiujiu has ridden it before!"

Hearing him say this, Song Yunshi guessed that Song Yuntian must have come to Dongchu State and had met Jiujiu. She was delighted and asked with red eyes, "Does Jiujiu know the owner of this horse?"

"The owner of this horse bought Jiujiu's blessing bag!" He patted the purse on his waist happily. All the money there was earned by him alone! He would go to that place again next time, maybe he could see the horse again.

"Does Jiujiu know where he lives?" Song Yunshi asked anxiously, but Feng Shijiu responded by shaking her little head like a rattle and said disappointedly, "That's fine, Jiujiu, just have fun in the yard."