Slender fingers rested on Wei Zi's eyebrows, and Feng Danyuan's face was close to hers: "So, I will accompany you to find the scepter, I will accompany you to clarify all the past events, and I will make choices with you. There is one thing.
, you have to remember-"
He gently bit her lips: "Don't even think about leaving me, otherwise the consequences will be what I just said, no one can stop me. You decide for yourself."
Wei Zi smiled bitterly and said: "If it's good, you have to tell me about the earth-shattering atmosphere."
Feng Danyuan squinted at her: "The princess I finally married is about to run away. If the world is not falling apart, what is that?"
Wei Zi burst out laughing.
Feng Danyuan pointed to the window that was starting to turn white: "Are you going to sleep now, or are you going to go out for a run and exercise?"
Wei Zi lay down and quickly pulled the quilt to his neck: "Sleep, I'm sleepy."
Feng Danyuan smiled fondly and leaned beside her gracefully. Then he stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms.
Hey, the princess in the family is too smart, and thinking too much is a troublesome thing.
Isn't the most direct and simple way to do this obvious?
All she had to do was act coquettishly in his arms and say: Prince Chen, what should I do?
He solved all the big problems for her.
However, his princess has never had the awareness that "there is someone above her", and whenever she encounters a problem, she will try her best to figure out how to solve it herself.
This habit cannot be said to be bad.
But he would feel better if everything was left to him.
Forget it, the days ahead are long, take your time, it will always help Princess Chen develop the good habit of "whenever she encounters trouble, go directly to Prince Chen".
*
Imperial Capital.
In the warm spring weather, the peonies in the garden at the back of Prince Yan's Mansion are in full bloom.
Mrs. Feng and Princess Yan, Feng Weihuan, and Feng Jiayu, who was already able to run rampant, walked through a field of purple and red.
"This is 'Yuyihuang', yellow; this is 'Baixueta', white; this is 'Beanlu', green; this is 'Wei Zi', yes, it is Xiaoyu's mother's name, purple...
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Ever since he taught Feng Jiayu how to count from one to a hundred, Feng Weihuan has been extremely enthusiastic about educating his children. He also urged the young prince to study hard and make progress every day while admiring the flowers.
It's just that the little guy was only over a year old after all, so he soon lost his patience. Seeing that the peonies were blooming well, he reached out to pick them.
"Hey, hey, hey - flowers are for admiring, and you won't be able to see them after you pick them." Feng Weihuan hurriedly stopped him.
The chubby little hand stopped on the flower branch. The little guy tilted his head and said in a sweet voice: "Give it to great-grandma, it looks good."
Feng Weihuan immediately understood: the little guy wanted to pick a flower and put a hairpin in Mrs. Feng's hair. It looked very nice.
"Xiaoyu is so good! Then let's pick one." Feng Weihuan stretched out his index finger, made a "one" motion, and emphasized again: "You can only pick one."
When the little guy heard this, he grinned with his toothless mouth and grabbed the flowers.
"Auntie, help you." Feng Weihuan saw that he was going to destroy the flower with ruthless hands, so he took the precious "Yu Yi Huang" first.
"Let's go and bring it to grandma together..."
Before he finished speaking, Aunt Guo's exclamation came from behind: "Old Madam!"
Feng Weihuan turned around and saw Mrs. Feng fainting in the arms of Aunt Guo.
"grandmother!"
The "Yu Yi Huang" in his hand fell to the ground, and Feng Weihuan Tiqun ran over.
There was chaos all around.
Feng Jiayu had no idea what happened.
He picked up the "Yu Yi Huang" on the ground and said to his grandmother who came back to hug him: "Give it to great-grandmother, it looks good."
