The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

At this time, there was a cry of a baby in the hall, and the Supreme Emperor heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately rushed in: "Jiaoer, Jiaoer!"

Feng Muting and Su Fuliu also walked in, and saw the Supreme Emperor sitting by the bed, accompanying Xu Jiaolong wholeheartedly.

Wen Po stood beside the child with her arms in her arms, wanting to show him the child, but seeing that he had been talking to Xu Jiaolong, she didn't dare to intervene.

On the contrary, Su Fuliu said, "Come and see the child."

When Wen Po heard this, she immediately came over with the child in her arms, handed the soft little guy to Su Fuliu's hand, and said with a smile: "It's a little prince."

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "He's really a younger brother."

"Brother is good, so Aunt Xu won't have to suffer anymore." Feng Muting also smiled.

When the Supreme Emperor heard this, he turned his head to look at Feng Muting, and gave him another hard look. He touched the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly.

It was also the first time for Su Fuliu to hold a newborn child, and she was very surprised: "It's really soft."

Feng Muting raised his eyebrows, and looked at the red and wrinkled little one with disgust: "Can there be Liu Baoruan?"

Su Fuliu glared at him, then walked slowly with the little guy in his arms: "Father, have you thought of a name for the child?"

The Supreme Emperor replied: "Jiao'er has already thought about it, saying that if it is a boy, it will be called Feng Muqing, and if it is a girl, it will be called Feng Muyu."

"That means, this child is called Feng Muqing." Su Fuliu looked at the crumpled little guy in his arms and laughed.

After confinement, the Supreme Emperor took Xu Jiaolong out for a long trip, in the name of postpartum relaxation, and threw Feng Muqing, a baby boy, to Su Fuliu and Feng Muting.

Although there is a nanny to take care of it, it is impossible for Su Fuliu and Feng Muting to ask about everything. Every time Feng Muting goes to the court, Su Fuliu waits in the imperial study to help him review the memorials and criticize them. After that, the two went to see the little baby boy together.

"Xiao Qing'er, Brother Huang is here to see you. Come on, Brother Huang hugs you, and let Brother Huang see if you are seriously ill." After saying that, Feng Muting hugged Feng Muqing.

Su Fuliu was terrified when he saw it: "Tinglang, be careful, will you hug me, take it easy!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't fall." Feng Muting walked around with Feng Muqing in his arms, muttering as he walked, "Stinky boy, grow up faster, grow up sooner, and I will be free sooner, and sooner Let's be happy with my Liu Bao and forget about worldly affairs."

Su Fuliu smiled and said: "When he grows up, we will be old too, right?"

"What's the old age? When he grows up, your Tinglang will still be in his prime. Don't worry, Liu Bao. Even at that time, your happiness will not be less. Your Tinglang still has the ability to keep you from getting out of bed every day." " Feng Muting said with a wicked smile.

Su Fuliu was ashamed, and was about to scold him a few words, but saw his expression change, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Ting Lang?!"

The corner of Feng Muting's mouth twitched, feeling an urge to throw the brat in his arms: "This brat pissed!"

There was a burst of heat on his body, and then another smell hit his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more: "This brat is still pulling!"

Su Fuliu laughed so hard that she almost couldn't straighten her back, tears came out: "Xiao Qinger is so good! Ting Lang, let you bully me all the time, look, Xiao Qinger can't stand it anymore, teach me a lesson you."

"..."

The nanny hurried over to take the child from Feng Muting's hands, and took it to change into clean clothes.

Su Fuliu was still laughing non-stop, Feng Muting curled his lips, stepped over in a few steps, and directly hugged Su Fuliu into his arms.

"Chou Tinglang, let go of me, it stinks to death." Su Fuliu said while pinching her nose deliberately.

"If they stink together, this is a good couple." Feng Muting said, hugging him three more tightly.

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