Chapter 1793: Have the throne in the family to inherit?

Following the fragrance, they went up to the second floor. As soon as Nan Yan turned his head, he saw a figure sitting by the window.
Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head slowly.
He was a handsome young boy in his twenties, with fair skin and emerald green clothes. He looked handsome and beautiful. His facial features were peaceful, with a little feminine look in his handsome eyes, and his eyes were particularly colorful, black and white. It is crystal clear, like a water flowing.
Just looking at them, he didn't say anything, but Nan Yan felt that those eyes seemed to have spoken a thousand words.
These eyes are too similar to Xue Ling's eyes.
Just when Nan Yan was a little lost, the young son had already got up and said to them, "You are looking for me?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked into his eyes in a daze, and did not speak.
Naturally, Zhu Fengguo was unwilling to let her talk to a young man, and there was no such people as Xiao Shunzi around who could speak, so he took a step forward: "You are Xue Yun?"
The young son also looked at him and smiled slightly: "Under Xue Yun."
really……
Such a similar pair of eyes has almost revealed his identity, he must be Xue Ling's relatives.
Zhu Feng also looked at him up and down.
Then he said: "Okay, my wife is pregnant, you show her."
Na Xue Yun looked at Nan Yan again, and then said with a smile: "You two should know that they are going to get the pulse in the next step."
Zhu Feng said indifferently: "It's okay for Wanjin."
"..."
This sentence is a bit scary.
It is often said that the son of a daughter can't sit down, and when he opens his mouth, he is ten thousand gold. Ordinary people can hardly imagine how important this fetus is.
Even Xue Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Zhu Feng, his eyes darkened.
Then jokingly smiled: "Two, do you care about this child so much?"
"..."
"But looking down at the madam's complexion, there is no sign of hesitation. Could it be that there is a throne in the family to inherit?"
What he said was originally a joke.
But Nan Yan's scalp was numb again.
I couldn't help but look at Zhu Feng, and saw that he also raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression was not as angry as Nan Yan expected, but he also showed a subtle smile.
Just said: "You are a doctor, do you like to ask so much?"
"..."
"Should I still be a doctor now and just use my mouth, not my hands?"
His aura is overwhelming. Even when he reaches someone else’s territory, he looks like a strong dragon trying to crush a snake. Xue Yun was originally just a handsome young son, and naturally he couldn't compare with Zhu Feng’s identity, so he smiled. It is a concession.
Facing the south flue: "Madam, please sit down."
Nan Yan walked over and sat down.
She originally planned to inquire about Xue Ling and the antidote immediately after finding Xue Yun, but after thinking about it, she should first explore the emptiness and reality.
Besides, it's all here, so it's not bad for him to check his pulse.
After all, it has been more than three months, and recently it has been erratic.
He walked to the opposite side of the table by the window and sat down, pulled up his sleeves a little to expose his wrists, and put them on the table.
Then Xue Yun stretched out his hand to touch her veins.
Just when he was about to meet Nan Yan, Zhu Feng suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute!"
Both of them were taken aback and looked up at him.
Zhu Feng said: "Why don't you look like a palace — why not separate a layer of cloth?