The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1939

Chapter 1939: Chapter 966: Liao Chen and Qingfeng’s Childcare Diary (Dragon and Phoenix Twins Extra)

After a huge shock, the two simultaneously looked up, first glancing at the sky, then around them.

Since the Taoist priest Qingfeng came with the intention of killing Liao Chen, to avoid harming the innocent, he had tracked all the way, until he exited the inner city and arrived at this deserted wilderness before making his move against Liao Chen.

Here, it’s not to say that there are no people within ten miles, but it is indeed sparsely populated.

"How did the child come about?" the Taoist priest Qingfeng asked in confusion.

Liao Chen looked up at the bright moon, a hint of bewilderment flashed in his enchanting peach blossom eyes. He raised his hand and pointed to the vast sky: "It seems like it fell from the sky."

"How could that be possible?" the Taoist priest Qingfeng said lightly.

Even if knives were to rain down from the sky, it couldn’t drop a child.

He stood up holding the child.

"What are you doing?" Liao Chen asked him.

He vigilantly surveyed the surroundings: "Someone must have been here just now."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Liao Chen and intended to take the child to search nearby, only to be stopped by Liao Chen.

"Old hermit." Liao Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the way he was holding the child, "That’s not how you hold a child."

The Taoist priest Qingfeng looked at his own posture of holding the baby, really not understanding where he went wrong.

Liao Chen mocked: "Are you holding a book? Who holds a child with two arms like that?"

Xiao Cong’s little face was filled with an expression of utter hopelessness, seemingly expressing his dissatisfaction.

He looked celestial and otherworldly, but his child-holding skills were terrible.

The Taoist priest Qingfeng refused to accept Xiao Cong’s disdainful gaze, but still asked Liao Chen: "Then how should I hold him?"

Liao Chen looked at him incredulously and sighed: "Oh, Taoist, may I ask how you grew up?"

Face blind, directionally challenged, and can’t even hold a child.

He clicked his tongue twice, calmly standing under the Taoist priest Qingfeng’s formidable murderous aura, demonstrating: "Watch closely, for a child this small, you need to hold them more horizontally."

His arms were long, hands big, he could securely cradle Xiao Yang with just one side.

Xiao Yang lay in his arms, resting against his solid, warm chest, hearing a strong, firm heartbeat similar to that of her father’s, feeling a sense of security she didn’t reject.

"Wua~" Xiao Yang smiled at Liao Chen.

Liao Chen raised an eyebrow in delight, looking at Xiao Yang, then at the Taoist priest Qingfeng: "See? When you hold them comfortably, the child will smile at you."

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