Yan Yiyi was busy releasing the line, and the pink pig was released in mid-air.

It is getting higher and higher, and the silhouette is vaguely no longer visible.

But what can be seen clearly is the pink pig's head, the farther away it is, the clearer it is.

Yan Yao stood aside, watching the excitement of the little girl flying a kite.

This reminded him of when he was a child, and he also liked to fly kites, and imagined that he was like this kite, flying high in the sky and free.

It's a pity that the kite always has a string wrapped around its body, and no matter how high or far it flies, it still has to fly back in the end.

Become something in the hands of others.

After being in the palace for so many years, he is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, and everyone can do anything for self-preservation.

In this quagmire-deep palace, the last thing they need is family and friends.

However, since the first time I saw Yan Yiyi.

Yan Yao's gaze seemed to be glued to her body.

The little girl in front of her, although she is young, does not have so many eyes and cities.

She was really well protected by her father.

To like is to like, and not to like is not to like, as when you look at her.

He could feel that Yan Yiyi just didn't like him.

Whether it's the look or the eyes.

obviously doesn't like him, but he has nothing to do with him, that angry little appearance.

made him even more uncontrollable that he wanted to tease her.

In the face of the person she likes, she will protect him.

It's like the thirty-third prince he doesn't like at all

"Ahh

Suddenly, he was looking at the little girl and saw that the little girl's face changed suddenly.

His pupils shrank forcefully, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

I saw that the little girl's white and tender little hand was pierced by a sharp weapon, and the blood instantly stained her snow-white little palm.

Yan Yao held her in her arms, picked up the kite on the ground and looked at it, on the square plate that controlled the kite, there was a thin silver needle as long as a person's finger, sharp and cold, reflecting his eyes, exuding a deep forest.

Someone made a hand or foot on a kite?

Hurt Yiyi?

But just now, when he was making a kite, he obviously checked the surroundings of the kite, but he didn't see the silver needle

Yan Yiyi is in pain.

Damn it.

Careless.

Watching one of his little paws being pierced by a silver needle, blood flowed out in a steady stream.

It hurts and numbs.

However, she has a composure that a child does not have, her face is calm, even if she looks at her bleeding hand, the tingling sensation makes one of her little hands almost unconscious, she does not make the slightest cry or even a murmur.

"Yiyi, you"

Yan Yao took out a red handkerchief from her arms and bandaged the wound on her hand for her.

But the injury on Yan Yiyi's hand was too serious, and the thin handkerchief couldn't stop the blood that kept flowing out of her hand.

Yan Yao leaned over directly and picked her up: "I'll take you to see the imperial doctor, you hold on." ”

Over the years, his face has rarely shown such a gaffe.

This is the only time.

It's like something he cares about is about to disappear under his nose.

said that he was going to take her to see the Tai Doctor, but this place is so far away from the Tai Hospital, but it is directly in front of it, which is the Fuhua Palace.

Yan Yao hugged her and turned the same way, and then returned to the Fuhua Palace.

The man's worry about her on his face didn't look like a fake, but this kite passed through his hands, and it was given to him by his servants in the Fuhua Palace, and this matter had an inseparable relationship with him.

The little girl looked at his eyes vigilantly, and Yan Yao felt it.

The thin lips pursed tightly, just hugged her tightly, and didn't explain too much for himself, and carried her all the way back to the Fuhua Palace.