While preparations were being made here, far away in the Phoenix Dynasty, Old Man Feng was playing with his little son in the yard!
"Xiaoye'er, go pick up the ball."
After Feng Sanyuan threw the ball in his hand, he asked his son to pick it up. He looked like he was teasing a dog, which made the Feng guards who were guarding in the dark couldn't help laughing.
This was definitely his real father, and only his real father would tease his son like a dog. Especially Xiao Ye'er, who didn't understand that his father was making fun of him, and ran to pick up the ball with his mouth open and drooling, and then ran back happily to give the ball to his father.
"Dad, ball."
The little guy smiled with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his innocent white face was delicate and cute. The three-year-old child had a little baby fat, and he was chubby and very funny, making people smile when they saw him.
"Xiao Ye'er is so good." Feng Sanyuan laughed, picked him up and sat him on his thighs, pinched his chubby little face, and at the same time picked up a piece of cake beside him and put it to his mouth: "Here, I'll give you a piece of osmanthus cake."
However, the little guy didn't eat it. Instead, he took the osmanthus cake and slipped down from his father's lap, then ran with his short legs to a little boy about seven or eight years old.
"Xiao Yangyang, eat." The little person stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to pass the cake to Zhao Yang's mouth: "Xiao Yangyang, osmanthus cake, eat."
Seeing this, Feng Sanyuan nodded with satisfaction. It was rare for a little kid to know how to share, and this was a good thing.
Zhao Yang stood there and looked at Xiao Fengye, who was not even half his waist. His young face was different from his peers in terms of steadiness: "I won't eat it, so please eat it, Master!"
He is almost eight years old now and has become much more sensible. He was brought back by Fengjiu and taught to read and practice martial arts. He has been studying hard. Princess Fengjiu of the Phoenix Dynasty is someone he has always admired. It was she who saved him, let the king and others cultivate him, and arranged him to be by the master's side so that he could grow up with the master.
Although he is the personal bodyguard of Young Master Feng Ye, both the King and the Emperor treat him like family, and he has everything that Young Master has.
He also tried his best. In order not to disappoint them and the princess, he kept practicing hard. He promised the princess, the king and the emperor that he would always protect the young master Feng Ye.
Moreover, his father, mother, grandfather and grandmother were all saved because of Princess Fengjiu. Because of her, they were able to cultivate from homeless ghosts to ghosts that could walk around during the day. He will always remember this great favor in his heart.
"Xiao Yangyang, eat, eat." The little guy refused. He stretched out his little hands, stood on tiptoe and hung on him, just to let him eat a piece of osmanthus cake.
Seeing this, Feng Sanyuan smiled and said, "Xiao Yangyang, just eat it! You know Xiao Ye'er is very stubborn. Since he gave it to you, you must eat it."
Hearing this, Zhao Yang thought about it, then took the cake and started eating.
The little guy finally smiled when he saw it, and ran back to his father happily and opened his mouth: "Dad, sweet-scented osmanthus cake."