Wen Jiaojiao rested her chin on her arm and watched the palace attendants in Fengyi Palace walking back and forth. They all walked lightly and made almost no sound when moving. Some palace attendants passed in front of her, all of them were restrained.
Salute her.
In the hazy moment, a picture flashed through Wen Jiaojiao's mind. A small child ran across the corridor. He fell to the ground after running only two steps, and immediately cried loudly.
The man who couldn't see his face clearly said: "Why did you fall again? You were crying so hard."
As he spoke, he was about to help her up. A pair of hands picked up the little child from the ground faster than him, wiping her tears, "Jiaojiao should cry loudly. In the two years after she was born, she cried softly."
Just like a cat, my aunt guards Jiaojiao all day long, just because she’s afraid she won’t be able to feed her.”
"The Xiao family is as strong as an ox, how could they give birth to such a weak child?"
The woman holding the child said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Yes, the Xiao family is as strong as an ox, and they are as tired as an ox because of Beiyuan. Why is there no good retribution now?"
"Xiao Qingyu, you are acting strangely again."
"Zhao Yelin, if you don't like what you hear, don't come to my Fengyi Palace."
"..."
Wen Jiaojiao turned to look at the corridor. The palace people were walking back and forth in the corridor. Wen Jiaojiao seemed to see a small figure running on the corridor before her eyes. That was... her memory?
"The third child has made a lot of progress in the past two years, but his progress is still slower than that of little Qilin."
On the long street outside Fengyi Palace, Qingquan found the Xiao Xuuanan brothers. At this time, the two were still talking about "teaching" the prince martial arts today.
Xiao Qingze looked back at the prince who was silently following them, and hummed: "I won."
Xiao Xuanan: "Are you proud of winning against your own nephew?"
Xiao Qingze: "He is only three years younger than me."
Xiao Xuanan slapped him on the back of the head: "That's smaller than you."
Even at a young age, Xiao Qingze is very competitive and will not give in to Zhao Yan just because he is a prince or a nephew.
When the Xiao family competes in martial arts, there is no word "give".
Qingquan couldn't help but shake his head after listening to what the two said. He looked towards the prince and saw a wound on the corner of his mouth, a bruise on the side of his cheek, and a scrape on his chin that was bleeding.
This uncle is responsible for the two young masters! How could he be so harsh to his nephew?
Qingquan felt sorry for the prince and stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, please call the imperial doctor..."
Zhao Yan: "What kind of injury do you call an imperial doctor?"
Qingquan listened to Zhao Yan's cold tone and stopped talking.
She thought that His Highness the Crown Prince would follow the two young masters back to Fengyi Palace and be turned away by the Queen again. He was still injured. That would be too pitiful. It would be better to go back to the East Palace.
The Queen has always been true to her word and will not let His Highness the Prince in just because he is injured.
Qingquan watched His Highness the Crown Prince follow his two uncles upright. He was obviously still a young boy, but he exuded a calm and mature temperament.
Zhao Yan listened carefully to what the two uncles were talking about. When they asked him something back, he would answer without saying a word more.
"Is Jiao Jiao awake at this time? How can she sleep so well? Is she a little pig?"
When Xiao Xuan'an heard Xiao Qingze call Wen Jiaojiao a little pig, he slapped him hard again, "You kid, don't call her a little pig in front of Jiaojiao."
Xiao Qingze couldn't help but smile, "When I return to Yunzhou this time, can I take her back with me?"
Xiao Xuan'an: "No, Jiao Jiao is weak, and it's almost winter now. She can't bear to travel long distances."
Xiao Qingze: "Then I will stay and celebrate the New Year with my sister."
Xiao Xuanan: "No, you will return to Yunzhou in two days."
Xiao Qingze curled his lips and was immediately unhappy, but there was no other way. Even if he wanted to stay, his father and mother would immediately kick him back to Yunzhou.
Zhao Yan heard the two people say "玚玚" and raised his eyes to look at them.
As soon as he entered the gate of Fengyi Palace, Zhao Yan heard his second uncle Xiao Xuanan shouting: "Xiao Yue'er!"
Zhao Yan followed Xiao Xuanan's line of sight and saw a girl in a water-red dress lying on the corridor at the side of the main hall, smiling and waving to them.
The afterglow of the evening shines on the corridor, and the breeze lifts the gauze on the corridor. The girl's bright face is looming in the gauze, hazy and beautiful.
Zhao Yan stood there silently, watching the girl awkwardly roll down from the corridor and trot towards them.
The jade hanging on her body made a crisp sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang", and her soft long hair floated behind her. She seemed to penetrate the light of the sunset.
"Second brother, where have you been? Sister and I are waiting for you to have dinner. I'm both hungry."
Xiao Xuanan touched Wen Jiaojiao's hair, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "Aze and I went to practice martial arts with little Qilin."
Xiao Qingze gently pulled Wen Jiaojiao's hair with some dissatisfaction, "You only have second brother in your eyes, right?"
Wen Jiaojiao immediately looked at Xiao Qingze and called: "Third brother~"
When Xiao Qingze listened to Wen Jiaojiao's soft voice, the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Xiao Qingze and sighed secretly, hey, why couldn't Xiao Qingze be born half a year earlier than her, but not a little later than her, so that Xiao Qingze would have to call her sister obediently.
"What is this?" Wen Jiao's eyes glanced at the young man standing behind Xiao Xuanan. He looked a little strange, but his appearance similar to that of the emperor was not unfamiliar to her.
Xiao Xuanan smiled and said: "He is your little nephew."
A nephew to be precise.
However, the Xiao family has always ignored their cousins to show their closeness.
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly realized that yes, sister A and the emperor had a son, but every time Wen Ruyue entered the palace, she almost never saw this eldest nephew who was only two years younger than her.
Moreover, in the original work, there is only one sentence about the Crown Prince, that is, it is said that the Queen and the Emperor have a son, who is named the Crown Prince.
What is his name? Wen Jiaojiao thought about it carefully in his mind, and finally remembered his name, Zhao Yan.
This nephew of the prince really has no sense of existence. Even though she is so close to the queen, she has no interaction with this nephew.
Wen Jiaojiao thought to himself that Zhao Yan was probably the prince. He had to study and learn how to deal with government affairs every day, and he also had to practice martial arts. There were too many things to learn every day, and then he met the person.
But if this is the case, this little nephew is working too hard, being so busy at such a young age.
Wen Jiaojiao's eyes turned loving when looking at Zhao Yan.
This is her nephew, although this nephew is taller than her.
Sure enough, she is the only one in the Xiao family who has a genetic mutation. After all, everyone in the Wen family is quite tall. Her father is also about 1.8 meters tall. Why is she so tall?
Wen Jiaojiao comforted herself that she was only fourteen or fifteen years old now. They said that girls are twenty years old and still have several years to grow taller.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the bruises on Zhao Yan's face and asked in surprise: "Why are you injured?"
Not only was he injured, his face and body were also a little dirty, and it looked like he had rolled on the ground a few times.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at his two good brothers, "Second brother, will you practice martial arts with Ayan?"
Didn't you really beat him up?
Xiao Xuanan put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, "Your third brother said he wanted to sign with little Qilin."
"Second brother, it's obviously you..."
Xiao Xuanan hugged Xiao Qingze and motioned him to shut up with his eyes.
Wen Jiaojiao: "....Ayan is your nephew, so you are not going to be gentle."