Not to mention the disputes between the princes, just talk about the Liaodong Prefect's Mansion today, which is very lively. It seems that some happy events are about to happen! That is, there is indeed a happy event, that is, Zhao Feng, the Marquis of Liaodong, is going to get married again, and there are four more at once!

Although there were no guests in the big banquet, Zhao Feng still repeated the cumbersome marriage etiquette last time. He wanted to tell all his wives that they were equal and there was no distinction between wives and concubines.

Although neither Qiao Wan, Liu Xin, Diao Chan nor Huang Yueying care about these etiquettes, Zhao Feng still insisted on doing this. In his words, it is: You are my Zhao Feng’s wife, and I will not let you down no matter when!

This time, with Zhao Feng's warning, the last tragic situation did not appear again, and Zhao Feng spent the night in Qiao Wan's room.

"Qing'er? Where is the surprise?" Zhao Feng came to the system space and asked Qing'er.

"Hehe, stupid, don't worry! Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!" Qing'er said with a smile.

"Damn! Who are you calling?" Zhao Feng slapped his forehead.

"Hehe, I just call you stupid! Big stupid!" Qing'er said with a smile.

"Diede, you are the most powerful, you are the smartest, you are not good enough, but I can't tell you, I'll leave!" Zhao Feng suddenly felt a headache and ignored Qing'er.

"This idiot has a good life!" After Zhao Feng left, Qing'er said to herself.

"Huh?" During lunch, Zhao Feng was surprised to see Bian Xue, "Where is Xue'er?"

"I don't know, Sister Xueer said in the morning that she was feeling unwell. She probably hasn't recovered yet, right?" Qiao Wan said.

"Don't feel comfortable? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhao Feng looked at Qiao Wan with playful thought.

"I...I don't know! You... your bad guy!" Qiao Wan of course understood the implication of Zhao Feng's words, and her pretty face turned red in an instant.

"Haha! You eat first, I'll go see Xue'er!" Zhao Feng walked towards Bian Xue's room with a loud laugh.

"Tu tu tu..." Zhao Feng knocked on the door, "Xue'er, are you in the room?"

"Brother Feng?" Bian Xue's slightly weak voice came from the room, "Why are you here?"

Hearing that Bian Xue was so weak, Zhao Feng quickly pushed open the door and saw Bian Xue lying on the bed with a pale face, sweating on her forehead.

"Xue'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Feng hurried forward.

"I don't know. I have been like this since last night. I just felt weak and had some dreams of some things. I had nothing more. I think it was because I hadn't had a good rest. I'd be fine if I let me rest!" Bian Xue said softly.

"How can this be done? Come on, call Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing over!" Zhao Feng shouted hurriedly.

"Brother Feng, don't be so troublesome!" Bian Xue said softly.

"What's wrong? Your business is the top priority, you must use it!" Zhao Feng said in an undisputed tone.

"Oh!" Bian Xue nodded obediently, and a sweet smile appeared on her pale face.

"What's the matter with the lord calling me to wait?" Soon, Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing came to the room.

"Xue'er looks very weak, so please ask two gentlemen to come and treat them." Zhao Feng bowed to them.

"Lord, don't do this. We can't take this gift!" Hua Tuo hurriedly supported Zhao Feng.

"My lord, wait a moment, I will take the pulse of the mistress!" Zhang Zhongjing stepped forward and gently grabbed Bian Xue's wrist exposed outside the quilt.

After a long time, Zhang Zhongjing frowned slightly. As time went by, Zhang Zhongjing's brows became tighter and tighter, and finally they twisted together and did not separate for a long time.

"Mr. Zhongjing, what's wrong with Xue'er?" Zhao Feng asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry that Zhong Jing is a little unfaithful and knowledgeable. Zhong Jing really doesn't know where the problem is in the mistress's body!" Zhang Zhongjing said, "According to the pulse, the mistress's body should be fine! But so weak and powerless, Zhongjing really doesn't know what's wrong with the mistress!"

"This..." Zhao Feng also looked helpless. How could this happen?

"Okay, you guys go down first!" Zhao Feng waved his hand.

"Yes! We'll leave!" Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing left the room.

"Xue'er, where do you feel uncomfortable now?" Zhao Feng asked with concern.

"I feel very hungry. Brother Feng, can you make something for Xueer?" Bian Xue said softly.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Well..." Bian Xue thought for a while, "I want to eat the chicken soup made by Brother Feng! It's made... Well, as long as it is made by Brother Feng, Xueer wants to eat it!"

"Okay, okay, Xue'er is waiting, Brother Feng will do it for you now!" Zhao Feng smiled.

"Brother Feng wants to make more. Xueer feels that she can eat a cow now!" Xueer stuck out her tongue a little mischievously.

"Okay, Brother Feng will do it for you!" After saying that, Zhao Feng trotted out of the door.

"Brother Feng? A Feng?" Bian Xue murmured after Zhao Feng left the house, with a hint of confusion, a hint of joy, and a hint of sweetness in his eyes.

"Xue'er, come and try it and see if the chicken soup is delicious today." Zhao Feng walked into the house with a bowl of chicken soup. Behind him, two maids were also following, each holding a bowl of rice or vegetables.

"Come on, Brother Feng feed you, open your mouth!" Zhao Feng was like coaxing a child, feeding Bian Xue to eat one by one. In a short while, a bowl of chicken soup, a bowl of vegetables, and a bowl of rice all went into Bian Xue's stomach.

"Thank you, A Feng!" Bian Xue gently kissed Zhao Feng on the cheek.

"You...what did you say?" How familiar is this scene? In the last life, how many times did Huaying do this! After traveling to the Han Dynasty, Zhao Feng dreamed of this scene more than once. Now Bian Xue has made such a move and said this sentence.

At this time, Zhao Feng sat there blankly, and the bowl in his hand fell off accidentally, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

"Afeng! Thank you very much!" Bian Xue continued.

"You... are you Ying'er?" Zhao Feng asked in disbelief.

"Well, Afeng, you will no longer be alone in the future! Ying'er is here to accompany you!" Bian Xue said the sentence Zhao Feng wanted to hear the most.

"Yinger! Ying'er!" Zhao Feng hugged Bian Xue tightly in his arms, as if he was about to rub Bian Xue into his body.

"Yinger, tell me, how did you travel here?" Zhao Feng asked.

"I don't know this, but it should be Qing'er's credit!" Bian Xue said.

"Do you know Qing'er too?" Zhao Feng was even more surprised.

"Of course, I'll tell you that Sister Qing'er is a good girl, you are not allowed to bully her!" Bian Xue warned.

"Where is it? I dare to bully her? It would be great if she didn't bully me!" Zhao Feng said with a bitter face.

"Hehe! Afeng, we finally have our baby!" Bian Xue looked at Zhao Yi's little clothes by the bedside and said with a smile.

"Yes, but..." Zhao Feng felt sorry for Hua Ying when he thought of marrying eight women.

"Hehe, don't, but, I know what you are thinking. I don't need you to say sorry to me. It's your ability to marry so many wives! As long as you still spoil me and love me like before, that's enough!" Bian Xue said.

"Okay! Just like the previous life! I want to be your Afeng!" Zhao Feng nodded. Bian Xue didn't bother with this. What else could he have to worry about?
Chapter completed!