Ye Xiaonian flapped his big eyes, curiosity flashed in his heart, he wrote lightly: "The imperial grandmother also said that Daddy should find a new mother for Nian'er."
There was pain in Ye Feibai's eyes, and he glared at him sharply, but there was a hint of softness in his voice: "Concentrate on practicing calligraphy!"
Ye Xiaonian was frightened by Ye Feibai again, and dared not bring up the topic of mother again.
Ye Feibai saw Ye Xiaonian leaning over to write seriously, and said lightly: "You practice your handwriting well, and father will take you to Nanyang the day after tomorrow."
"No." Ye Xiaonian refused and continued to practice calligraphy.
Seeing Ye Xiaonian's stubborn look, Ye Feibai frowned again: "You can go to the hot spring over there."
"No." Although Ye Xiaonian is afraid of Ye Feibai, she also has her own petty temper, "I want to practice calligraphy at home, and wait for mother to come back."
Intense anger appeared in Ye Feibai's sharp eyes, and his breathing became heavier: "You..."
There was no special expression on Ye Xiaonian's face: "If my mother doesn't come back, I won't go anywhere."
Ye Feibai glanced at him indifferently, his handsome face sank, he got up and left: "It's up to you."
Luhenben was waiting at the door, suddenly seeing the prince leaving in anger, she couldn't help but go to the kitchen to bring dinner, she put the dinner in front of Ye Xiaonian: "Little son, why did you make the prince angry? "
Ye Xiaonian frowned, his hands were sore, but he wanted to continue writing: "Daddy won't tell my mother where she went."
"Maybe the lord really doesn't know... By the way, did the lord mention Nanyang just now?"
Ye Xiaonian casually glanced at Luhen: "Father said to take me to Nanyang, and there is no mother there, why should I go?"
"Nanyang?" Compared to Ye Xiaonian's indifference, Lu Hen was extremely surprised.
Miss once mentioned two places when she was not pregnant, one was Nanyang and the other was Beilun.
According to her guess, Miss should like Nanyang where the seasons are like spring.
Thinking of this, Lu Hen leaned into Ye Xiaonian's ear and whispered, "Young Master, you should go, maybe you can find your mother."
Ye Xiaonian looked at Lu Hen in disbelief, with a look of surprise on her face: "Really?"
Luhen nodded, and then instructed: "But you can't tell the prince."
"Yeah!" Ye Xiaonian nodded, with a smile in her heart.
Ye Xiaonian finished writing the copybook quickly and squarely, and then took the copybook to show Ye Feibai.
When Ye Feibai heard Xiao Nian mentioning his mother, he felt irritable, so he locked himself in the room to paint.
He suddenly saw Ye Xiaonian open the door and come in, and quickly hid the painting in his hand.
Ye Xiaonian handed the copybook to Ye Feibai, Ye Feibai glanced at it, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his deep eyes, but he didn't say anything, just hummed lightly: "Let's go eat."
After Ye Feibai finished speaking, he found that Ye Xiaonian was still standing there and did not leave.
This child is not close to him, and in the past he would avoid him as far as he could, but now it is really rare for him to go away.
Ye Feibai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there something wrong?"
Ye Xiaonian seemed to find it difficult to say anything, so she casually said calmly, "When are we going to Nanyang?"
Ye Feibai's proud and deep eyes showed a hint of surprise, this little guy couldn't explain it just now, why did he change his mind after only a stick of incense.
Ye Feibai withdrew his gaze lightly and continued to paint, with a flat face: "I won't go."
Ye Xiaonian's face suddenly showed regret and disappointment.
His small body hesitated at the door for a while, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but he wouldn't be able to see his mother this way.
But after pondering for a while, he walked lightly to Ye Feibai's side, raised his head and looked straight at Ye Feibai.
Ye Feibai didn't respond.
Ye Xiaonian's whole face was wrinkled, he stretched out his chubby little hand, grabbed Ye Fei's white sleeve, pulled it once, then pulled it lightly again.
Ye Xiaonian glanced at Ye Feibai's stern side face, feeling even more disappointed in his heart, he took a deep breath, turned around and left, he should figure out a way by himself.
When he walked to the door, he heard a light voice behind him: "Thirty."
Ye Xiaonian's footsteps paused.
"Thirty copybooks, ten pictures."
"Okay." Ye Xiaonian thought for a while, then turned her head, and walked in front of Ye Feibai, her black eyes were full of refusal to admit defeat. "Then it's settled."
Ye Feibai nodded slightly.
Just as Ye Xiaonian was about to turn around and leave, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, and directly pulled out the painting that Ye Feibai had drawn just now and was pressed under the rice paper.
It is a woman in the painting, she has a delicate and beautiful face, her hair is pulled up into a complicated bun, she is wearing a pink gauze dress, she has a beautiful temperament beyond the dust.
Ye Xiaonian looked at her, and felt her heartstrings twitch slightly.
"Go out." Ye Feibai snorted, wanting to take back the drawing paper from Ye Xiaonian's hand, Ye Xiaonian quickly hid the drawing paper behind her back, and met Ye Feibai's sight without fear .
His eyes look very much like Ye Feibai: "Is that my mother?"
Ye Feibai picked him up expressionlessly, snatched the portrait from his hand, and then carried him to the door and threw him out.
Ye Xiaonian was thrown outside, complex emotions flashed in her deep eyes.
In the morning and night of the second day, Feibai went to the palace to go to court.
Ye Xiaonian got up early in the morning to paint in the backyard. He had to finish thirty copybooks and ten paintings early so that he could go to his mother.
He was only halfway through the painting when he heard Luhen come over and say, "Little Prince, Mr. Liu is here to see you."
Ye Xiaonian stopped her movements, and saw a white figure not far away, the white robe was faintly blown by the breeze, making that face look like jade.
Seeing Liu Ronghua enter, Ye Xiaonian called out respectfully, "Uncle Liu."
Liu Ronghua couldn't laugh or cry, he told him before that he could call him uncle in private, but next time he saw him he would still call him Uncle Liu.
As the child grew up, he completely inherited Ye Feibai's appearance, and even his temperament was clear and cold.
This child is well-behaved and sensible, but he is only five years old, and he already looks like a little adult.
Liu Ronghua sat down beside him: "What are you doing?"
"Draw ten pictures."
"Why so many paintings?"
"I want to go to Nanyang."
These years, Liu Ronghua often went to see him in the mansion, and was very close to this child. Although Ye Xiaonian didn't regard Liu Ronghua as her own uncle, she was willing to share with him what she had to say.
"Why do you want to go to Nanyang?"
"Because..." Ye Xiaonian narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, then lowered her head and continued to paint, "I won't tell you."