Yan Ying dodged away without leaving any trace, his nose was choked by the strong fragrance rubbed on Yu Luojiao's body and he couldn't breathe. He raised his eyes and replied with the tone that a prince should have for a sacred saint, "On the day of the sacrifice, my father will
Appearing in the temple together with the queen mother, if the saint has anything to say that day, I'm afraid it won't be possible today. My father's temper is not very good, and even Ying'er doesn't dare to offend him."
These words were reasonable and reasonable, but somehow, Yu Luojiao managed to see the cold rejection in the child's half-smiling expression, and the fleeting disgust was so fast that outsiders could not catch it.
How is it possible? He is just an ignorant child.
At the age of five, a child prodigy is limited to that level. After all, children are different from adults.
However, Yu Luojiao has experienced Yan Xi's bad temper many times. In the man's mind, Xiao Tao'er is a treasure in the palm of his hand. There is no need to carefully distinguish whether he is infected with the wind or cold. It is entirely possible that he is tired of traveling all the way and wants to
Let the tired wife rest more and let the other ministers do their best.[
Yan Ying's words are not unreasonable, but they are not entirely perfunctory.
Yu Luojiao darkened half of her face. The feeling of being rejected has rarely happened in recent years, and she is quite unaccustomed to it.
"Holy girl, you are free. I have something to do. Excuse me." Yan Ying was polite, turned around, rubbed his nose hard with his little hand, and restrained himself for a long time before he could hold back the sneeze that had reached his lips.
Every movement of the little prince seemed to have been planned in advance, but was smooth and natural without any trace of polishing.
Yu Luojiao's whole momentum was suppressed by such a child, and Yan Ying completely dominated the topic, and she was still unable to keep up with the little prince's thoughts.
It wasn't until he turned around and left, disappearing at the end of the courtyard with a row of guards who were much taller than him, that he weakly supported his weak body with his palms and breathed heavily.
Why does this child feel so strange to others? If she closes her eyes and talks to him, she won't believe that the person standing in front of her is a little baby.