Wen Jiaojiao saw that Zhao Yan remained silent again, as if he would never call her aunt.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I have asked me to find clean clothes for you and ask you to change out of your dirty robe."
Qingbo came in with a clean robe and put it on the table. Qingquan had also bandaged his wound. Zhao Yan stood up and took off the robe. Qingbo took it and shook it for a while.
Gray down.
When Wen Jiaojiao came into contact with the dust, his nose felt a little itchy. He rubbed his nose and couldn't help but sneeze.
Zhao extended his hand to stop Qingbo: "Don't shake."
Qingbo immediately confessed: "This slave deserves to die!"
Wen Jiaojiao waved his hand, "Nothing."
After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao said with a smile: "You guys rolled around on the ground a few times to get so much dust down."
Wen Jiaojiao moved the tip of his nose and leaned over Zhao Yan to smell it: "There is also a floral scent."
Zhao Yan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw Wen Jiaojiao approaching, and he took a step back. He never liked getting too close to others, so Wen Jiaojiao's sudden approach caught him off guard.
But he always concealed his emotions very well and returned to normal in just a moment.
After changing their clothes, Wen Jiaojiao and Zhao Yan went outside to eat in the side pavilion. Xiao Xuanan and Xiao Qingze were already waiting for them at the dinner table. Xiao Qingyu was also sitting on the couch beside him, talking to his two younger brothers.
Seeing Jiao Jiao, he smiled and said to her, "I heard the sound of bottles and jars inside. Did Jiao Jiao drop something to the ground again?"
Wen Jiaojiao scratched his face and said humbly: "I accidentally dropped the medicine box on the ground."
Xiao Xuanan immediately cast a concerned look: "Didn't it hit Yue'er?"
Wen Jiaojiao shook his head and sat next to Xiao Xuanan. Qingbo stood next to her and spread the dishes for her.
Xiao Qingyu looked at the prince standing aside and waved to him. The prince walked up to Xiao Qingyu and said, "Mother."
Xiao Qingyu stretched out his hand to straighten his robe and gently touched his injured cheek, "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Yan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, I'll fight back."
As soon as Zhao Yan finished speaking, Xiao Qingze said loudly: "Sister, the little Qilin is so bad. He didn't hit me in the face, but all his fists hit me. I will be in pain for a few days when I go back!"
Xiao Qingyu patted Zhao Yan's chest and said: "Very good, son of the Xiao family, this little injury is nothing. When I was your age, I didn't have a good skin on my body."
Zhao Yan felt happy when he heard that Xiao Qingyu had said so much to him today, but he didn't show it on his face and just nodded seriously, "I understand."
Xiao Qingyu stretched out his hand and pushed Zhao Yan, "Go and sit next to your aunt to have a meal together. Also, remember not to be polite to your uncles next time. They are only your nephew. No one in the Xiao family allows them except you.
Bullied.”
Zhao Yan sat next to Wen Jiaojiao and watched her immersed in eating. She especially chose the meat among the dishes Qingbo brought her.
Zhao Yan thought to himself, no wonder she is so small but so round. Her mother also said that she is a picky eater. Apart from not being very fond of vegetarian dishes, he seems not to be picky at all.
Xiao Xuanan and Xiao Qingze kept bringing her various meat dishes. The dishes on the table were all her favorite dishes.
A chicken leg fell into his bowl.
Zhao Yan looked and saw that Wen Jiaojiao had given it to him.
Wen Jiaojiao said: "Boys, eat more meat."
Wen Jiaojiao remembers that when she was a child, her grandmother would take her to a relative's house for dinner or to have a banquet outside. The elders would give the children chicken legs and duck legs.
Sometimes there were so many children in the relatives' house that she couldn't even eat the chicken drumsticks. Grandma was an honest person and would not be like those old ladies who are shrewd and good at socializing and gossiping. She would quickly put the drumsticks into her bowl every time.
His own grandchildren.
Every time when she comes home, grandma will buy her another chicken drumstick.
When she gets older, grandma won't be allowed to spend this money, and she will basically not go to eat with relatives who don't move around much.
Most of their eyes looked at her with inquiring eyes. Children without parents around would always become a topic of conversation for them after dinner. They would say that the child was pitiful or something, but in fact she was always the neglected one among a group of children.
that.
She heard them say: "Hey, why don't your parents want such a beautiful little girl?"
"You have no father or mother and you are so good-looking. You don't know what to do when you grow up."
"I heard that her parents..."
"..."
She heard too many words like this.
These words were condescending and mean, and she could not refute them. When she was a child, she would get angry and even cry when she heard such words, but as she grew older, she could control her emotions.
She was never very good at losing her temper. She did not just accept things, but her stable mood would keep her clear-headed. Later, when she heard a relative say this, it turned out that either the TV or the door lock was broken.
The damage to expensive electrical appliances and delicate objects will always bring some torture to these parents who have grown up but not grown up. But how can the damage to these external objects be worth the damage they do to a child's soul.
Wen Jiaojiao always thinks that it's her, and she doesn't know how sad it would be to have another child. Although she is a little sad, she never takes it to heart. She always finds a way to make herself happy.
For example, watching parents with immature brains jump at a broken door lock.
Of course, she would honestly admit her mistakes to her grandma every time she went back.
Grandma will laugh with her at home. She is an honest and cute little old lady.
But grandma would still punish her a little and tell her that it was wrong to do so. She knew it in her heart, but she didn't regret it.
But the punishment is harmless. It's just missing a meal of meat. Think about it, the loss is still a bit big.
In fact, she is not bad at all. She doesn't have any psychological burden when doing these things. She actually wants to bully their precious son and daughter, but looking at those who are about the same age as her, they cry with snot in their faces because of grabbing a piece of candy.
It seemed that she gave up the idea.
After all, children cannot choose their own birth, let alone their parents. She even pities them for having such stupid and mean parents.
Thinking of some episodes in the past, Wen Jiaojiao smiled at Zhao Yan and continued to eat.
Zhao Yan doesn't like eating these fat things very much. Whether he is studying or eating and drinking, he has self-control that is beyond ordinary people.
But looking at Wen Jiaojiao's smile, he still ate the chicken leg clean.
Halfway through eating, Wen Jiaojiao felt a little itchy and scratched himself while eating.
She felt a little itchy when she just started eating, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Now she just couldn't stand the itchiness and couldn't stop scratching it.
Zhao Yan and Xiao Xuan'an both noticed something was wrong with her. Xiao Xuan'an grabbed her hand and took a look, only to see many small red rashes on Wen Jiao Jiao's cheeks, which spread to her neck.
Wen Jiaojiao took her hand out of Xiao Xuanan's hand. Her hand was itching badly. She stopped eating, threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and kept scratching her arms and cheeks.
Everyone put down their dishes and chopsticks, and saw that red rashes suddenly appeared on Wen Jiaojiao's body.
"Yue'er, stop scratching. You'll scratch your face later." Xiao Xuan'an grabbed her hand, but Wen Jiaojiao felt that her body was getting more and more itchy.
Zhao Yan immediately said to Qing Bo on the side: "Go to the imperial doctor, hurry up!"
"yes!"
Qingbo hurriedly ran outside.
Xiao Qingyu looked towards them, "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiaojiao turned his head to look at her, which startled Xiao Qingyu. Wen Jiaojiao had a fair complexion, but the red rashes on his cheeks and neck were particularly obvious.