The courtyards of Prince Yan's Mansion are numerous and as huge as ever.
Wei Zi followed Feng Danyuan for a long time before arriving at the "Ruifu Hall" where Mrs. Feng lived.
The snow has not stopped yet, and it is floating gracefully like catkins.
Although it was freezing cold, the courtyard of Ruifu Hall was very lively, and Wei Zi could hear laughter and laughter from afar.
"Xiaoyu is so awesome, come quickly after picking up the bird!" It was the voice of Mrs. Feng.
"Little bird, fly high."
The child's voice was tender and milky, and the pronunciation was not standard, but Wei Zi felt her nose sore inexplicably.
No matter what, the child came out of her belly, and mother and child are connected to each other after all.
She couldn't help but quicken her pace, and hurriedly walked to the entrance of the courtyard, and finally saw the small figure in the soft snow.
"Come on, come on, fly, little bird."
The little guy was wearing a tiger head hat, wrapped up like a ball, holding a wooden kite in his chubby little hands, and was swinging forward.
"Come, Xiaoyu, come to Grandma." Mrs. Feng waved to the little boy lovingly, with worry in her eyes and her body leaning forward, but she held her legs tightly and did not help the child.
"Little slow, slow down, slow down, don't fall." A woman who looked to be in her thirties bent over and looked at her child nervously.
Wei Zi recognized the person: it was Princess Yan, the mother of Feng Danning and Feng Weihuan.
I remember when I met Princess Yan last year, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with golden hairpins on her head that shone in her steps, and she was extremely exquisite.
Today, he only wears an ordinary soft jacket, pearl earrings on his ears, and a simple pearl hairpin of the same style on his head.
Seeing her expression, Wei Zi understood that she was afraid that the jewelry on her body would hurt Feng Jiayu, so she dressed up in such a simple way.
Princess Yan also likes Feng Jiayu very much.
Wei Zi couldn't help but bring up a faint smile. Being loved by the two most noble ladies in the house, Feng Jiayu must have been well taken care of in the past six months.
The little guy was getting closer and closer to Mrs. Feng, and his steps were getting faster and faster. Suddenly, his knees bent and he rushed forward.
"Xiaoyu!"
"careful!"
"Why--"
Mrs. Feng, Princess Yan, Wei Zi, and all the servants ran towards the child almost at the same time.
Finally, it was Princess Yan who was the closest and picked up the child: "Does it hurt from the fall? Oh - don't cry, don't cry, baby, be good, grandma loves you..."
"Xiao Zi?!" Mrs. Feng was stunned for a moment, and soon a look of joy appeared on her face: "You're back!"
Wei Zijiang withdrew his gaze from Feng Jiayu and saluted Mrs. Feng: "I have met the old lady."
"You kid, what are you doing with all these gifts? Come on, come on, let me take a look." Madam Feng took Wei Zi's hand and looked up and down: "You're a lot prettier, but you've lost weight. You need to make up for it."
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When Princess Yan heard the sound, she turned around with her child in her arms and gave Wei Zi a friendly smile: "Miss Wei."
"I've met the princess." Wei Zi's courtesy was sincere because she treated Feng Jiayu well.
"No need to be polite," Princess Yan said quickly.
Mrs. Feng's eyes passed through Wei Zi's shoulder and looked at the entrance of the courtyard. Sure enough, she saw Feng Danyuan in a dark red robe.
"What are you still doing? Come here and let me take a look!"
Feng Danyuan's red lips curled up, and Shi Shiran walked up to Mrs. Feng: "Grandma."
"Are you injured in this battle?" Mrs. Feng felt that she couldn't even see enough of her eldest grandson!
"There are no missing arms or legs."
"How are you talking?" Mrs. Feng squinted her eyes: "Why do I think you are whiter? People are so tanned like charcoal in the war, but you are so white and tender -"
"Old lady, are you hurting me?" Feng Danyuan couldn't help but stop Mrs. Feng from saying something that might be even more extreme.
