As soon as the young man walked on his front foot, it began to rain in the sky on his back foot.

Wen Yao and Wen Chengjian were trapped under the narrow eaves.

The distance back to the room after walking off the deck was not far, but it was not close, and Wen Yao inexplicably felt that the cub would bring an umbrella to pick her up.

Just like the first Doctor Fu.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see Jiang Ziyuan go and return, with an umbrella...... And with a large group of people.

"Princess!"

Bai Zhi was the first to shout, holding an umbrella in one hand and lifting the hem of her skirt with the other, and trotted in the direction of Wen Yao, splashing a small splash on the deck.

Jiang Ziyuan is faster than her-

The young man raised his arms and took the first step to cover Wen Yao in the umbrella.

didn't forget to squeeze out a smile at Wen Chengjian.

"The umbrella is too small to accommodate a third person, so His Royal Highness will let the attendants below hold the umbrella!"

—

"I heard that Nanwu has a unique view of the sky, Your Excellency and his teacher go out of the same door, even if there is no omission, but you can't see the weather, you are still almost hot in this regard."

Jiang Ziyuan put down the oil-paper umbrella that was still dripping with water droplets.

"Stinky boy, put your umbrella away. I'm not good at watching the sky, but I'm good at watching people, and I've found your pearl in the sea—"

The old man snorted.

"Celestial phenomena? You learn it yourself. ”

Beili threw a copy of "Astronomical Chronicles" to Jiang Ziyuan, with the intention of choking him.

Who would have thought that the boy would really pick up the book, with a posture of wanting to read it seriously.

- Jiang Ziyuan really plans to take a serious look.

He has no interest in the weather.

But the feeling of covering the girl under an umbrella in the wind and rain today......

It's really good.

The boy gently rubbed the handle of the umbrella.

When you make good use of the weather, you can sometimes create an effect that does not lose the right place and people.

—

Thunderstorm rushed outside the ship.

The thunder on the sea is deafening and can make a three-year-old cry in fear.

"Xiao Yao'er, are you afraid of thunder, do you want my sister to sleep with you?"

Xia Huanting slept until night.

The turbulence at sea did not affect the quality of his sleep at all.

She was just about to go out on deck to get some air, when she noticed that it was raining outside.

Just come to see Wen Yao.

"The Heavenly King Covers the Tiger."

Wen Yao suddenly said something irrelevant.

Xia Huanting: "Huh? ”

The girl tilted her head.

Don't know this code?

Anyone who has experienced the mission of the modern plane should be able to meet it.

So Xia Huanting hasn't been to the modern plane?

—

In the narrow aisle, Wen Chengjian rolled up the cover and ran into Jiang Ziyuan head-on.

Wen Chengjian was afraid of thunder, he couldn't sleep in the cabin room, and when the thunder hit his mind, he couldn't sleep.

After a long time of tossing and turning, he thought of Wen Yao unexpectedly.

The girl's gentle and beautiful face is not willing to hurt her even if it is a demon or a monster.

It must be safe to sleep next to her.

"Is the Sixth Highness going to sleep in a different room? Looking at this direction, wouldn't it be to go to the eldest princess's house? ”

"Men and women don't sit at the same age as seven! Sixth, Your Highness, don't lose the etiquette. ”

Jiang Ziyuan's eyes were gloomy.

The obsidian-like eyes have been quenched and melted by emotion, and they are even darker and more eerie.

In the previous life, because Wen Chengjian did not participate in bullying him, he did not kill Wen Chengjian on the day of the collapse of Yan Guoguo.

But the young man is heavy and self-defeating on the city wall.

Jiang Ziyuan admired his courage and ordered someone to collect his body and bury him.

Right now...... He regretted it a little.

Wen Chengjian is calm, but in the end he is just a seven-year-old doll.

"Different seats? What is in the arms of His Royal Highness Jiang Er? ”

Jiang Ziyuan clamped the cover in his arms tighter.

"That's right, seven years old is not the same seat, the sixth highness is seven years old, so it can't work, and the main hall is already nine years old, so it's okay."