Lan Du sat on the pavilion, tilting his head and did a fortune-telling for himself.
Yi'er looked back at him, shook his head, and walked slowly in the garden with his little hands behind his back.
A snow dumpling was unexpectedly thrown at him, but he had good ears and ducked out of the way.
Then I heard Shen Zhixu's voice: "Your Highness, come and play."
Yi'er glanced at him, then rolled up the snow on the flowers into a ball and threw it towards Shen Zhixu.
As a result, the snow dumpling hit Shen Zhixu in the face, immediately knocking him unconscious.
It caused a burst of laughter from everyone around.
Shen Zhixu wiped the snow from his face and continued to hit Yi'er unwilling to admit defeat.
But Yi'er dodged very quickly. Not only did he not suffer any loss, he still had the upper hand.
"Husband, our son is so awesome."
Xiao Jialan took Yuan Chen's arm, feeling a little proud, and said: "However, it's not good to be too powerful, as it will undermine his prestige."
As he spoke, he rolled up a snowball and threw it towards Yi'er when he wasn't paying attention.
The snow dumpling hit Yi'er on the back. He turned around and saw his mother acting again: "Husband, how can you bully your son?"
Yuan Chen's lips trembled, who was bullying his son?
He looked at Yi'er's big innocent eyes, then at his wife, and finally had to admit: "I smashed it."
Xiao Jialan ran to Yi'er and said: "Your father is too bad, mother will help you beat him back."
She made a snow dumpling and threw it towards Yuan Chen, but Yuan Chen didn't hide.
Xiao Jialan laughed and called to her son: "Yi'er, come and help mother."
Yi'er really helped her, and the mother and son worked in unison and beat Yuan Chen to the ground, begging for mercy.
The dignified king of a country has no majesty at all.
Xiao Jialan didn't expect that the snowball fight would be so fun, but her hands were a little cold.
Yuan Chen came over, held her cold little hand to warm her and said, "Why are you still acting like a child?"
Xiao Jialan blinked her eyes, slid her little hand along the lapel of his clothes and said, "This will keep you warm."
Yuan Chen let her do whatever she wanted, while Yi'er stood aside and said, "Dad, my hands are cold too."
Yuan Chen glanced at him. His son looked a lot like him, but his eyes were particularly similar to Jialan's.
Ever since he was born, he had not let him worry about it. He thought that after having a son, Jialan's heart would no longer be with him.
But on the contrary, the arrival of their son seemed like an accident. Moreover, he grew up eating hundreds of meals and lived here and there for a few days since he was a child.
Although Jialan loved her son, she showed no mercy when trying to trick him.
So is Yuan Chen.
He said: "If you feel cold, go back to the palace to warm yourself by the fire."
Xiao Jialan winked at Yi'er and said with a smile: "It's impossible to steal my husband, but..."
She took her hand out, held Yi'er's little hand, warmed him and said, "Your father doesn't love you, but your mother does."
Yuan Chen: "..."
Well, her Jialan not only cheated on her son, but also liked to cheat on him.
Yi'er looked at Xiao Jialan, suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the cheek: "Mother is so kind."
Yuan Chen frowned and said, "You brat, you must have done it on purpose."
He squatted down and said, "I want it too." He pointed at his face.
How could he be left out of such things as fighting for favor?
Yi'er turned her head away and said, "You only warm my mother's hands but not mine. You only love my mother but not me."