Chapter 1646
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While this side was preparing, far away in the Phoenix Dynasty, Old Master Feng was playing with his youngest son in the courtyard!
"Little Ye 'er, go and pick up that ball."
After Feng Sanyuan threw the little ball in his hand out, he had his son pick it up. He looked like he was teasing a dog, causing the Phoenix Guards who were hiding in the shadows to be unable to hold back their laughter.
This was definitely his biological father. Only a biological father would play with his son like he was teasing a dog. Especially that Little Ye 'er. He didn't understand that his father was making fun of him. He even opened his mouth and drooled as he crawled over to pick up the ball. Then, he ran back to hand the ball over to his father.
"Father, ball."
The little guy smiled with his peach blossom eyes. His pure and innocent white face was delicate and cute. The three year old child had a bit of baby fat. His chubby appearance was very comical, causing people to grin when they saw it.
"Little Ye 'er is so obedient." Feng Sanyuan laughed and picked him up to sit on his lap. He pinched his chubby little face and at the same time, picked up a piece of pastry and brought 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. He ran over to a seven or eight year old boy.
"Little Yang Yang, eat." The little guy stood on his tiptoes and brought the pastry to Zhao Yang's mouth: "Little Yang Yang, osmanthus cake, eat."
Seeing this scene, Feng Sanyuan nodded with gratification. It was rare for a little child to know how to share. This was a good thing.
Zhao Yang stood there and looked at little Feng Ye, who didn't even reach his waist. His tender little face had a steadiness that was different from his peers: "This subordinate won't eat. Master, eat!"
He, who was almost eight years old, was a lot more sensible. Back then, he was brought back by Fengjiu and taught to read, practice, and cultivate. He had always been working hard to learn. The princess of the Phoenix Dynasty, Fengjiu, was someone he had always respected. She was the one who saved him, had the monarch and the others nurture him, and had arranged for him to be by his master's side, allowing him to grow together with his master.
Although he was Feng Ye's personal bodyguard, both the monarch and the emperor emeritus treated him like family. He had everything that the young master had.
In order not to disappoint them and the Princess, he had been working hard on his cultivation. He had promised the Princess, the Monarch, and the Retired Emperor that he would protect Little Master Feng Ye at all times.
Moreover, his father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother were all saved because of Princess Fengjiu. Because of her, they were able to cultivate as ghosts and become ghost cultivators who could walk around in the daytime. He would always remember this great kindness in his heart.
"Little Yang Yang, eat, eat!" The little guy didn't give up. He stretched out his little hands and stood on tiptoe. His whole body hung on his body, just to let him eat a piece of osmanthus cake.
Seeing this, Feng Sanyuan smiled: "Little Yang Yang, just eat! It's not like you don't know how stubborn Little Ye 'er is. Since he gave it to you, you must eat it. "
Hearing this, Zhao Yang thought for a moment, then took the piece of pastry and ate it.
Seeing this, the little guy finally smiled. He ran back to his father and opened his little mouth: "Father, osmanthus cake."
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