This side is preparing, and far away on the other side of the Phoenix Dynasty, Old Man Feng is teasing his little son in the courtyard!

"Xiao Ye'er, go pick up the ball."

After Feng Sanyuan threw the ball out of his hand, he asked his son to pick it up, looking like a funny dog, which made the Feng guards who were guarding in the dark a little unbearable.

This is definitely a father, and only a father would play his son like a dog. Especially that little night, he didn't understand that his father was making fun of him, and he was grinning and drooling and crawling to pick up the ball, and then ran back and handed the ball to his father.

"Daddy, ball."

The little guy smiled and narrowed a pair of peach blossom-like eyes, the innocent and innocent white and tender little face was delicate and cute, and the three-year-old child had a little baby fat, and the fat and doody were very happy, which made people smile when they saw it.

"Xiao Ye'er is so good." Feng Sanyuan laughed, picked him up and sat on his lap, pinched his little face, and at the same time picked up a piece of pastry on the side and sent it to his mouth: "Come, give you a piece of osmanthus cake." ”

However, the little one did not eat it, but took the osmanthus cake and slipped off his father's lap, and ran to a little boy of about seven or eight years old on the side.

"Xiao Yangyang, eat." The little man stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to hand the pastry to Zhao Yang's mouth: "Xiao Yangyang, osmanthus cake, eat." ”

Seeing this scene, Feng Sanyuan nodded with satisfaction. It's a good thing that a little kid knows how to share.

Zhao Yang stood there and looked at Xiao Fengye, who was less than half of his waist, and his immature little face had a steadiness different from that of his peers: "If your subordinates don't eat, your master will eat it!" ”

He is almost eight years old, he is a lot sensible, he was brought back by Feng Jiu back then, and asked people to teach him to read and practice martial arts, and he has been studying hard. Feng Jiu, the princess of the Phoenix Dynasty, is the person he has always admired in his heart, she saved him, let the lord of the country cultivate him, and arranged him to the master's side, so that he can grow up with the master.

Although he is the personal guard of the little master of Fengye, whether it is the lord of the country or the emperor, he is like a family member, and he has everything that the little master has.

He is also angry, in order not to disappoint them, not to disappoint the princess, he has been working hard to cultivate, he promised the princess, promised the lord of the country and the emperor, and will definitely protect the little master of Fengye every step of the way.

Moreover, his father, mother, grandfather and Nai Nai were all saved because of Princess Fengjiu, because of her, they could cultivate ghosts with nowhere to rely on and ghost cultivation that could walk around during the day, and this kindness was so great that he would always remember it in his heart.

"Xiao Yangyang, eat, eat." The little guy didn't follow, stretched out his little hand and tiptoed and hung on his body, just to let him eat a piece of osmanthus cake.

Seeing this, Feng Sanyuan smiled: "Xiao Yangyang, you can eat!" It's not that you don't know that Xiao Ye'er is very stubborn, since he gave it to you, he must be eaten by you. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yang thought about it, and then took the pastry and ate it.

The little guy finally smiled and squinted when he saw it, and he ran back to his father and opened his mouth: "Dad, osmanthus cake." ”

"Hehehe, okay, daddy feeds you." He picked up another piece and fed it to his mouth, and this time, the little one ate happily at last.