"If the jade is not cut, it will not be made. People don't learn, they don't know. Second brother, I don't want Shishi to become a useless person in the future, and she will know that my current strictness is for her good. ”

"Yes, that's what my wife said." Baili Hongzhe stole an incense on the third sister's face, let go of his hand and walked out the door.

Yun Qiange turned around: "Where are you going?"

In the night, the young man waved his hand behind her back, and his gentle and tender voice drifted in the night breeze: "Go and prepare clothes for Her Royal Highness and baby daughter." ”

Yun Qiange smiled knowingly, the second brother is really a virtuous person, no, is it strange to use the word virtuous on the second brother.

Tomorrow is the time for her to see her other child? Yun Qiange walked comfortably in the princess's mansion, and swayed to Wan Qi Haoyu's courtyard. Not surprisingly, the lights in Wan Qi Haoyu's room were still on, and the people waiting at the gate of the courtyard saw the princess coming, and they were surprised to go in to inform Haoyu Gongzi, but they were all stopped by Yun Qiange.

"Knock knock."

At that time, Wan Qi Haoyu was teaching Xia Yang to study the Book of Poetry, and when he heard someone knocking on the door, he put down his book and asked coldly: "Who?"

Yun Qiange, who was standing outside the door, was quite embarrassed, she just came to see Xia Yang, but she didn't want Wan Qi Haoyu to be still in Xia Yang's room, she heard that Wan Qi Haoyu let Xia Yang sleep alone when Xia Yang was three years old in order to cultivate Xia Yang's independence, but why is she still in Xia Yang's room so late?

She coughed dryly, "Me." ”

In the room, the child's innocent voice came through the door: "Daddy, is it my mother?"

There was silence in the room.

I only heard the young man's clear and cold voice like a pearl falling on a jade plate: "Continue reading." ”

"Oh." After the child sighed, there was no follow-up.

A flock of crows flew overhead, and her feelings made her blow a cold wind? As soon as she wanted to push the door in, she heard the man's faint footsteps coming from far and near, Yun Qiange's heart was happy, and the expression of joy on her face couldn't be stopped.

Yun Qiange straightened his sleeves and haircuts, making an elegant and noble appearance, just waiting for Wan Qi Haoyu to open the door and appear in front of him with a high-end and high-grade attitude.

It's a pity that her hair hasn't been straightened yet, when she hears a sound of a lock coming from the door.

Yun Qiange's face changed, and he hurriedly ran to the side, just running to the window.

"Poof!" The window is slammed shut! Immediately afterward, the window in the other direction of listening to the sound was also closed.

The cold wind was blowing, and Yun Qiange stood outside the door, only his face changed a variety of colors.

Is Nima a beast? Don't be so avoided! Even if he is out of the way, she's still a child, okay?

"You open the door, open the door, open the door! Wan Qi Haoyu, you bastard!" Yun Qiange slapped the window vigorously and gritted his teeth angrily.

In the room, the man was dressed in green and he also wore a delicate and slightly cold taste, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, his handsome facial features seemed to be heavenly in the swaying lights, and even the green lotus and jade crown on his head seemed to have lost its color, leaving only him handsome and Zhuoran, with a slightly cold and indifferent temperament.

He picked the wick, and glared at Xia Yang, who wanted to open the door for Yun Qiange, with a slightly angry voice, his voice was cold like a wave of clear water, although it was light, he couldn't help but hear anger: "Yangyang, go back and continue to study, if you can't memorize this book of poetry tonight, don't sleep." ”

Yun Xiayang saw that his father was angry, so he had to climb onto the stool obediently and continue to read the book, but his heart was already attracted by his mother's voice, he narrowed his eyes, looked at his father's cold face, and looked at the dark shadow behind the window that slapped the window, and thought strangely in his heart: Why does Daddy hate his mother so much? My mother is obviously good.