His Majesty is ill

The spring sun was just right, and Feng Konghua, who had just come back from the court, was lazily leaning on the couch, looking down at the person who was holding his wrist to diagnose carefully, and asked softly: "How is it?" "Your Majesty, are you alright?" .” The person being questioned raised his head, his expression was flat, but his eyes couldn’t hide his joy. "So it's true?" Hearing this, Feng Konghua raised his eyebrows, his tone was flat, and he didn't know whether it was joy or worry. "So I can really have a little brother? Father and father are amazing!" Before Leng Xi had time to answer the king's question, the little guy who was waiting nervously next to him started to shout for joy.Feng Konghua & Leng Xi: "..."