"Go and bring Miss Fourth a basin of hot water. Don't let her hands freeze."
In the afternoon, after lunch, Wen Jiaojiao took Zhao Yan to play in the snow in the courtyard.
Xiao Qingyu sat under the eaves of the palace, watching Wen Jiaojiao and Zhao Yan building snowmen.
On weekdays, Wen Ruyue is most afraid of the cold and suffers from cold sickness. In such weather, her mother would never let her play outside like this. At most, she would be allowed to go out to watch the snow for a while before returning to a warm house.
Xiao Qingyu couldn't bear to restrain her. Her health was better than before. It was not the coldest time yet, so he let her play more.
Qingbo brought a basin of hot water to Wen Jiaojiao and put it next to her. He looked at the snowman she had built and said with a smile: "Miss Fourth, this snowman is really well built. This is not even a snowman, but a living cat."
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Zhao Yan grabbed Wen Jiaojiao's cold little hand and pressed it into the hot water basin. Wen Jiaojiao raised his head and glanced at Qingbo, and smiled slightly: "Is the pile good?"
Zhao Yandao: "It's really good."
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the cat in front of her that she had carved out of snow, thinking that she had never learned painting or sculpture before. She just wanted to make a cat out of snow, and then started working with a small shovel.
Get up, and after finishing it, you find that her craftsmanship is actually pretty good?
Xiao Qingyu handed a cup of hot tea to Qingquan and motioned for her to deliver it to Wen Jiaojiao, saying: "We Jiaojiao are the best at carving dragons and tigers. It's just a kitten. It's not something you can just pick up."
Xiao Qingyu said, with a proud look on his face as if his daughter was very good.
Wen Jiaojiao was a little embarrassed. This should be Wen Ruyue's craftsmanship. Most likely, her memory affected her. But is Wen Ruyue's memory so strong? She even learned her talent?
Zhao Yan on the side saw that Wen Jiaojiao's snow cat had not yet pinched its ears. He thought of putting a pair of ears on it, but he did it too hard and dented the cat's head.
Zhao Yan was afraid that Wen Jiaojiao would be angry, so he immediately apologized to her, "Sorry, I..."
Before Zhao Yan finished speaking, he looked at Wen Jiaojiao grinning at him. The girl's smile was so bright that it was dazzling. Then the next moment, Wen Jiaojiao quickly grabbed his collar and stuffed a ball of snow into his chest.
Inside clothes.
When he came into contact with the cold snow, Zhao Yan was stimulated and immediately stood up, trying to shake off the snow on his body. As a result, Wen Jiao Jiao's hand was still holding his collar. As soon as he stood up, Wen Jiao Jiao lost his balance and rushed towards him.
Come.
Zhao Yan was afraid that Wen Jiaojiao would fall, so he had to grab her arms with both hands, and then fell to the snow and let Wen Jiaojiao use her as a cushion.
"Miss, Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Yuzhu Qingbo and others on the side rushed to help the two of them.
Wen Jiaojiao pressed on Zhao Yan and saw that his face was red from suppressing it.
Zhao Yan put his hands against Wen Jiaojiao, trying to push her further away from him, and he felt...
Zhao Yan tilted his head, not daring to look directly into Wen's bright eyes.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't realize it and just picked up the snow around him and threw it on Zhao Yan.
"Wen Jiaojiao!" Zhao Yan was so angry that he started to call Wen Jiaojiao by his name.
Wen Jiaojiao rolled to the side, no longer pressing on Zhao Yan, squatted on the snow, pinched the snowball, and then hit him.
Yuzhu and the others saw that Wen Jiaojiao was fine and still bullying the prince, so they shook their heads and stood aside with a smile.
Before Zhao Yanren could get up, a snowball was hit on his face by Wen Jiaojiao. He quickly pinched the snowball and threw it back.
Xiao Qingyu leaned on the back of his chair and watched the two half-year-old children throwing snowballs at each other and playing with each other. He felt warm in his heart and suddenly felt that life was not bad now.
Her son was smart and obedient, and the little sister she raised as a daughter was cute and smart. Only with them around did she feel that this world was worth her nostalgia.
Xiao Qingyu's thoughts were slightly distracted, and a snowball hit her head-on.
Wen Jiaojiao was standing in her direction. Zhao Yan threw a snowball, but Wen Jiaojiao dodged it and hit Xiao Qingyu.
Qingquan said carefully: "The Queen..."
Xiao Qingyu put the book in his hand on the table, looked at Zhao Yan and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You bastard!"
After saying that, Xiao Qingyu immediately ran into the snow and joined the snowball fight.
The whole Fengyi Palace was filled with warm laughter.
During the time that Wen Jiaojiao was in Fengyi Palace, she also figured out the relationship between mother and son, and also understood Xiao Qingyu's attitude towards Zhao Yan.
She hopes that the relationship between mother and son can be better, so whenever Zhao Yan comes to Fengyi Palace, she will drag Zhao Yan around in front of Xiao Qingyu. She also hopes that Zhao Yan can be happier.
She saw that Zhao Yan was always reticent. The boy who was only twelve years old was more mature than her second brother. He should act like a normal boy. Even if he was a prince, he should behave like his peers.
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Wen Jiaojiao watched Xiao Qingyu squeeze a snowball and hit only one of Zhao Yan, and said with a smile: "Little Qilin, let me help you!"
Wen Jiaojiao was not as afraid of Xiao Qingyu as Zhao Yan. She grabbed the snowball and hit Xiao Qingyu unceremoniously, and stood on Zhao Yan's side.
Xiao Qingyu smiled and scolded: "You little heartless boy, I'm just helping your little nephew instead of standing with my sister."
Wen Jiaojiao turned half of his body to block Zhao Yan, took the snowball from Zhao Yan's hand and threw it at Xiao Qingyu, "Little Qilin is my little nephew, of course I will help him."
With that said, Wen Jiaojiao patted Zhao Yan and said, "Don't be afraid, little Qilin, I will support you!"
As soon as Zhao Yelin entered Fengyi Palace, he heard Wen Jiaojiao's words, and then watched his queen and the little girl throwing snowballs at each other there.
And his good son Zhao Yan was holding the snowball on the side and helping his aunt to continuously provide "weapons."
This brat, with his elbows raised to the sky, was helping his aunt to bully his own mother.
The palace attendant on the side wanted to shout a salute, but Feng Liang stopped him.
Zhao Yelin stood at the door and watched Xiao Qingyu running and laughing in the snow. He had not seen her so happy for a long time, as if he had seen her again when she was young, the young female general who was fearless.
After watching for a while, Zhao Yelin approached them, pinched a snowball from the ground and hit Zhao Yan, whose elbows were turned outward.
Zhao Yan was hit from behind. He turned around and his face changed slightly, "Father!"
Everyone in the courtyard immediately knelt on the ground.
Xiao Qingyu also stopped. Wen Jiaojiao looked back. When she saw that the emperor was coming, she didn't even salute. Somehow her brain got hot and she threw the snowball in her hand at him.
Before throwing it away, Wen Jiaojiao was thinking that every time the emperor came, Zhao Yan became cautious and everyone seemed unhappy.
But after throwing the snowball, she began to regret it. After all, he was the emperor.
Wen Jiaojiao quickly saluted the emperor and glanced at him, wondering if this was to punish her.
The next moment, a snowball whizzed from behind Wen Jiaojiao and threw it directly on Zhao Yelin's chest.
Wen Jiaojiao turned around and saw that it was Sister Qingyu who had thrown it.
Xiao Qingyu clapped his hands and said: "Your Majesty is here, please come and serve tea to Your Majesty."
With that said, Xiao Qingyu said to Wen Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, I will discuss with your Majesty the palace banquet tomorrow. You and Yan'er should not play outside for too long, be careful of catching cold."
"I understand, sister."
Wen Jiaojiao watched Xiao Qingyu and the emperor enter the main hall, and pulled Zhao Yan, "Ayan, didn't you say you wanted to take me to Yingqing Hall today? Let's go now."
Wen Jiaojiao was in high spirits at this time, and she was afraid that she would sit down and lie down on the couch and not want to move as soon as she returned home.