The surrounding temperature cools down.

Lu Qixuan felt the eyes of a man with two swords staring at him from behind.

He immediately let go of her hand. Fu Tong'er quickly put down her hands, stood up, walked around Lu Qixuan, and trotted towards Lu Zhenzhi.

"Master Jiu...your nephew..."

Lu Zhenzhi stretched out his arms and hugged the little girl who ran over. He first stroked her belly. His thick palms and hot body temperature made Fu Tong'er's lower abdomen feel very comfortable and not so painful anymore.

He patted the little girl in his arms: "Don't be afraid, my nephew is harassing you again."

After saying that, he touched her head and pressed it against his chest.

"Why don't you turn around and greet your elders?" Lu Zhenzhi's voice reached Lu Qixuan's ears, low and intimidating.

Lu Qixuan quickly turned around and knelt before Lu Zhenzhi: "Ninth Uncle!"

"Come closer."

…

In the cold pavilion, the summer breeze blew, but Lu Qixuan felt cold.

He knelt closer to Lu Zhenzhi.

Fu Tong'er held a small Luo fan in one hand and placed the other hand on Jiu Ye's chest.

The whole body was held tightly in Jiu Ye's arms.

…

It's quiet again!

Suddenly, Lu Zhenzhi raised one leg and kicked Lu Qixuan's shoulder! !

…

…

Lu Qixuan vomited blood and leaned backward!

"Ninth Uncle..." Lu Qixuan slowly knelt down, "Don't you have any family affection?!"

Lu Zhenzhi raised his hand to protect Fu Tong'er's head and whispered to the person in his arms: "Don't be afraid."

Fu Tong'er hummed.

Lu Zhenzhi took the small Luo fan from her hand and gave it to Deputy General Xiao beside him, who took it.

Lu Zhenzhi shook Fu Tong'er's hand, which had been lowered to hold the fan, and placed them together on Fu Tong'er's bulging belly. He then said to Lu Qixuan, "Qixuan, come here and apologize to your Ninth Aunt!"

Fu Tong'er turned her head slightly and lowered her eyes. Jiu Ye caressed her lower abdomen, and the dull pain disappeared.

Could it be that the two children knew that their father was caressing them?

Although Lu Qixuan was reluctant, he still shouted: "Auntie! I'm sorry for offending you!"

After losing his memory, the Ninth Prince became more indifferent, but he developed a new interest in Fu Tong'er. I always felt that his eyes were filled with lust for women and love for the younger generation.

Fu Tong'er is nineteen, and the Ninth Prince is almost thirty-three. It's really...

Lu Qixuan sighed heavily when he thought of this.

"Well," Fu Tong'er snuggled in Jiu Ye's arms, "since you are Jiu Ye's nephew, I won't bother with you."

After saying this, he said in Jiu Ye's arms: "Master, I was so angry with your nephew that my lower abdomen hurt. I thought your two children were frightened. Now that you put your hand on it, the pain is gone."

"Really..." Lu Zhenzhi lowered his eyes to look at the palm of his hand that was holding Fu Tong'er's small hand on the fetus, "They know that their father has come."

After saying that, he steadied Fu Tong'er's body and went to the ground under the cold pavilion, leaving Lu Qixuan alone kneeling in the pavilion, feeling the cold wind of early summer.

Walking on Tingfeng Bridge, you can see the busy servants and maids of Prime Minister Fu’s mansion everywhere.

Vice Admiral Xiao suddenly thought of something and reported, "Master Jiu, the princess said you left something with her and asked you to go get it tonight."

When Fu Tong'er heard this, she whispered: "You! You are so smart..."

Lu Zhenzhi chuckled, and the jade ornament on his left ear trembled gently.

"Princess, didn't you ask me to tell Master Jiu? If Master Jiu's things are in your hands, they must be very important."

"Thank you!!! You big straight man!!" Fu Tong'er's little face turned red.

"Little girl," Lu Zhenzhi raised his hand and scratched her red face with his cool jade ring as they walked. He then said to Lieutenant General Xiao, "Xiao Pu, you can just whisper this to me. I forgive you, go."

Deputy General Xiao received the order to move away and responded with a fist salute.

…

On Tingfeng Bridge, white cranes spread their wings.

The lotus flowers are flying.

"Are you cold, girl?" Lu Zhenzhi pulled Fu Tong'er in front of him.

Suddenly, I heard the croaking of frogs.

"No, I'm not cold." Fu Tong'er was somewhat afraid of this powerful man who was more than ten years older than him.

"Cold?" Lu Zhenzhi pinched her chin. "I'll give you some warmth..."