Wen Jiaojiao saw that although Zhao Yanchang was half a head taller than her, his face was childish. Although his face was indeed very similar to that of the emperor, his heroic features and eyes were like those of a queen.
Wen Jiaojiao loves Wujiwu. The little boy in front of her is the son of the Queen's sister. Looking at An Jingjing and being very well-behaved, she can't help but feel motherly love overflowing in her heart.
The most important thing is that the Xiao family finally has a child who is younger than her and a generation younger than her.
Wen Jiaojiao pinched Zhao Yan's chin and looked at her face carefully, "It's okay, it's just a bit of skin breakage. I'll take you in to apply some medicine. Sister has a lot of medicine for wounds."
With that said, Wen Jiaojiao took Zhao Yan's hand and led him towards the main hall.
Qingquan and Qingbo watched His Highness the Crown Prince being brought into the main hall by the Fourth Miss, and looked at each other. It seemed that next time His Highness the Prince would be allowed to hang out in front of the Fourth Miss, so that His Highness the Prince could interact with the Queen through the Fourth Miss.
The empress is getting closer.
After all, the Empress dotes on the Fourth Miss very much and will not be angry because she brought His Highness the Crown Prince to Fengyi Palace.
Xiao Qingze looked at the backs of the two people in front of him and said: "Last time my eldest brother came back to teach me martial arts, he broke all my hand bones. I don't think you feel so sorry for me. I will put on more disguises next time."
Xiao Xuanan: "Don't pretend to be in front of Yue'er. My elder brother broke my wrist when I was fifteen years old. Yue'er couldn't stop crying."
"Tsk, what a crybaby."
Wen Jiaojiao directly brought Zhao Yan to the queen. Xiao Qingyu was stunned when he saw Wen Jiaojiao bringing Zhao Yan in.
I wanted to say something, but seeing that Wen Jiaojiao had brought him in, I suppressed what I wanted to say.
Well, it's better not to push away your son too far. Although he is smart and precocious, he is still only a twelve-year-old child.
Zhao Yan finally saw his mother, and called her: "Mother."
Xiao Qingyu said a faint "hmm" and said softly to Wen Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, go and eat quickly, you must be hungry."
Xiao Qingyu is now taking medicated meals instead of eating them with Wen Jiaojiao and the others. If she wants to take good care of her body, there are better ways and she also has the perseverance to eat those medicated meals that are unpalatable but great for the body.
Wen Jiaojiao said: "Ayan is injured. I will take him some medicine and then take it with him."
With that said, Wen Jiaojiao took Zhao Yan into the inner room and turned out Xiao Qingyu's medicine box.
When taking out the medicine box, Wen Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment. How could she be so familiar with Fengyi Palace?
Although she had Wen Ruyue's memory, it was not her memory. She didn't even know where Xiao Qingyu's medicine box was, but she just subconsciously went to find it on her own.
Wen Jiaojiao's mind turned around and he thought of an item. He glanced at the locker in front of him and locked one of the drawers accurately. He opened it and saw that there was a lacquer box inside. Wen Jiaojiao opened the box and found something lying in it.
holding a small wolf carved from wood.
This was a gift Wen Ruyue gave to Xiao Qingyu on her birthday last year. She carved it herself.
In the original book, Wen Ruyue has no talent, does not like reading and writing, and does not like female workers. In addition to her noble status, she is a brainless and vicious female supporting character who only bullies the heroine all day long. But in the first ten years of Wen Ruyue's life,
In the four years of memory, she did have favorite things, but those memories didn't occupy much of them.
Wen Ruyue often stayed in her small yard due to her health. She fell in love with wood carving when she had nothing to do. No one taught her, so she just carved by herself. Xiao Yurong found the best wood carving tools for her.
, seeing that she really liked it, he found a master for her.
Wen Ruyue didn't like going to class, so the woodcarving master gave her a class every one or two months.
She does have some talent for this, she can sculpt very well, and she can pass the time.
Wen Jiaojiao stared blankly at the exquisitely carved little wolf in front of him. These memories were only vague at first, but now they became clear.
She wanted to take out the little wooden wolf, but when she let go of the medicine box, it fell to the carpet with a dull sound.
Wen Jiaojiao was startled and suddenly woke up.
The medicine box fell open and the medicine bottles were scattered on the floor. Fortunately, the thick blankets under my feet prevented the medicine bottles from being broken.
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that there was no carpet here before because once when she was a child, she flipped the locker and dropped a glass bottle on the ground. The glass bottle broke into pieces and she accidentally fell.
, his hand was scratched when he pressed it on the debris.
Later, the queen asked someone to lay a carpet here so that any bottle dropped would not break.
Wen Jiaojiao's thoughts were a little confused. These memories were too strange. They were obviously not her memories. Why did she feel so familiar and close to them?
Could it be that she was really going to be invaded by Wen Ruyue's memories and turn into her completely?
Wen Jiaojiao just felt strange, but she couldn't explain why. She always felt that something was pressing in her mind, which suppressed her doubts.
Forget it, if you don’t understand it, don’t think about it.
System No. 6 breathed a sigh of relief in Wen Jiaojiao's consciousness. Fortunately, this host is a salty fish and will not be too suspicious.
Wen Jiaojiao bent down to pick up the bottle, and a pair of hands appeared in front of her, picking up the medicine bottle for her and putting it into the medicine box.
Wen Jiaojiao looked along his hand and saw that it was Zhao Yan.
"Your hand is also injured." Wen Jiaojiao found that Zhao Yan's palm was also scratched and stained with dust. If it was not cleaned up quickly, it would become infected.
"Miss Fourth, let me do it."
Qingquan came over, neatly picked up the medicine on the ground, packed it, and put it on the table aside.
Wen Jiaojiao pulled Zhao Yan to sit down at the table and watched Qingquan clean his wound and apply medicine and bandage.
"Next time, if Second Brother and the others ask you to practice martial arts again, I will go over and watch them and not let them bully you."
Wen Jiaojiao thought that all the uncles in the world were the same, they all liked to bully their own nephews.
Zhao Yan looked straight at Wen Jiaojiao, and the soft voice sounded like a pastry he had eaten before. It was soft and sweet, but the pastry was so greasy that he didn't eat it after eating it once.
The cake was greasy, but her voice was not. He liked listening to her talk.
Wen Jiaojiao watched as Zhao Yan kept looking at her and stopped talking. She suddenly realized that Zhao Yan seemed to have not spoken since entering Fengyi Palace.
Moreover, he didn't even call her aunt.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the young boy in front of her. Although he was His Royal Highness, she did not feel alienated because he was Sister Qingyu's son. However, he spoke too little. Could it be that he was also a social fear?
Although Wen Jiaojiao is a social phobic, he still talks a lot to people he is familiar with.
Wen Jiaojiao called Zhao Yan with a coaxing tone: "Ayan~little Qilin~"
Zhao Yan's eyes moved slightly and he said softly "Yeah".
"You didn't even call me aunt."
The prince's aunt sounds a bit cool.
Zhao Yan looked at the girl in front of him who was not much older than him and smaller than him. He couldn't say the word aunt.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao's expectant eyes, Zhao Yan opened his mouth and said, "I can't scream."
Qingquan couldn't help but laugh, and then suppressed his smile again under the cold gaze of the prince.
Wen Jiaojiao reached out and pinched Zhao Yan's fleshy cheeks, and said dissatisfied: "You call the second brother and the third brother uncle, why can't you call me aunt?"
Zhao Yan took off the chubby hand that was pinching his cheek and exuding a faint fragrance, "That's different."