"Mom, I've made a fire." Outside the door, Wang Haiyang ran into the house happily.
Mrs. Wang quickly stuffed the envelope into her sleeve, "Yang'er, then you sit with Miss Si for a while while Mom goes to stew the fish."
"okay!"
As soon as Wang Haiyang sat down, he talked enthusiastically about interesting stories from the past, fishing for fish and shrimps, and interesting stories in the military. As he talked, he saw that Si Nannan was not in a high mood, and gradually stopped smiling:
"Sister Nannan, are you worried about Uncle Si?"
Si Nannan forced a smile, but couldn't.
Wang Haiyang's heart ached, "Don't worry, I believe Uncle Si was wronged. Sister Nannan, when I get into the martial arts exam and have the ability, I will definitely find a way to save Uncle Si!"
The young man patted his chest, his wheat-colored face full of determination.
Seeing him like this, Si Nannan couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling, "Brother Hai has such a heart. My father will be very pleased to know that."
Two-quarters of an hour later, Mrs. Wang had stewed the fish soup and left Si Nannan to eat, but Si Nannan declined because she could only leave the house for an hour.
Returning to Prince Zhan's Mansion, it was almost lunch time.
After finishing lunch, I learned that Feng Zhiyou had been busy in the study and hadn't eaten yet. After thinking for a while, he put the unfinished plate of roasted pigeon back on the plate again.
"Miss, what are you doing?" Ergou asked.
Then, I saw my young lady pick up the plate of squab, go to the study room, and flatter me:
"His Royal Highness the War King, haven't you eaten yet? This is the roasted pigeon I bought specially for you on the way back home. Can you try it?"
Ergou was stunned: "..."
Behind the desk, the man in black robe holding a folded book raised his dark eyes, and a small face carved with pink and jade came into his eyes, with curved willow eyebrows, clear almond eyes, white and rosy face, and a dog-legged smile. , and the unwiped chili oil on the corners of my mouth.
Glancing at the platter of squab with missing arms and legs in her hand, she squeezed out a cold word from her thin lips:
"roll."
"The sky is dry and things are dry. Be careful of getting angry. Keep your mind calm and your liver and spleen flowing smoothly. If... I'll get out!"
Before Si Nannan could finish speaking, he saw the Stinky War King raise his big palm, drop the roasted pigeon, run quickly, and disappear in a few clicks.
Feng Zhiyou's hand paused slightly in mid-air.
What is he doing?
Did he subconsciously want to wipe the corners of her mouth just now? The hand stretched out so naturally and smoothly, and the little bean sprout ran faster than the rabbit.
He didn't think he was going to hit her, did he?
His face became colder, and he pinched the fold tightly. His train of thought was interrupted by the little bean sprout. He concentrated on the fold for more than a quarter of an hour. When he gradually entered the state, there was another series of running sounds outside:
"His Royal Highness the War King~"
"His Royal Highness, War King, have some snacks!"
Looking up, I saw little bean sprouts running in with a plate of glutinous rice cakes in their arms. Their fleshy little bodies were so cute that they felt inexplicably cute.
He frowned, "What?"
"Nothing to do." Si Nannan walked in with a smile, "I heard from my servant that you haven't had lunch yet. I'm afraid you're hungry. If you are hungry, it will be our Nanyuan Kingdom's loss."
Feng Zhiyou's eyes twitched slightly, has this little bean sprout changed its temper?
"speak English."
"Ahem," Si Nannan put down the plate and took out a folding fan from behind his buttocks, "You sleep and forget to eat because of official duties. I can't help you much. I'll fan you. By the way, you're busy with your business. Don't worry about me. Of course. It would be nice if I didn’t exist.”
