This side is preparing, and on the other side of the Phoenix Dynasty, Father Feng is playing with his little son in the yard!

"Xiao Ye'er, go get the ball back."

After Feng Sanyuan threw the small ball out of his hand, he asked his son to pick it up again. The look of a funny dog ​​made the Feng guards who were in the dark a little bit unbearable.

This is definitely my father, and only my father can play with his son like a dog.Especially that Xiao Ye'er, who didn't understand that his father was making fun of him, ran to pick up the ball with a grin and drooling hands and feet, and then ran back and gave the ball to his father.

"Father, ball."

The little guy squinted a pair of peach-like eyes, and his innocent white face was delicate and cute. The three-year-old had a little baby fat and was chubby. He was very happy, and made people grin involuntarily. .

"Xiao Ye'er is really good." Feng Sanyuan laughed, picked him up and sat on his lap, squeezed his fleshy little face, and at the same time took a piece of pastry to his mouth: "Come on. , Give you a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Of course, the little guy didn't eat it. Instead, after taking the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he slipped off his father's lap and ran to the side with a little boy about seven or eight years old.

"Xiao Yangyang, eat." The little man reached on tiptoe and handed the cake to Zhao Yang's mouth: "Xiao Yangyang, osmanthus cake, eat."

Seeing this scene, Feng Sanyuan nodded in relief.Little kid, it's rare that he knows how to share, which is a good thing.

Zhao Yang stood there and looked at Xiao Fengye, who was not half a waist up. His immature face had a calmness that was different from that of his peers: "Subordinates don't eat, let the master eat!"

He was almost eight years old and sensible a lot. He was brought back by Feng Jiu and taught him to study and practice martial arts. He has been studying hard.Feng Jiu, the princess of the Phoenix Dynasty, is the person he has always admired in his heart. She saved him, let the master and them cultivate him, and arranged him to the master's side so that he could grow up with the master.

Although he is the personal guardian of the little master Fengye, no matter whether it is the Lord or the Supreme Emperor, he treats him like his family. He has everything the little master has.

He was also up for it. In order not to disappoint them or let the princess down, he kept practicing hard. He promised the princess, the country lord and the supreme emperor, and would definitely protect Little Master Feng Ye well.

Moreover, his father, mother, grandfather and grandma were all saved because of Princess Fengjiu. Because of her, they can cultivate ghosts that have nowhere to rely, and they can cultivate ghosts that can walk around during the day. This kind of grace is great. , He will always keep in mind.

"Xiao Yangyang, eat, eat." The little guy didn't follow him. He stretched out his little hand and hung himself on his body, just to let him eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Seeing this, Feng Sanyuan smiled: "Xiao Yangyang, just eat it! You don't know that Xiao Ye'er is very stubborn. Since he gave it to you, you must eat it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang thought for a while, then took the cake and ate it.

The little guy finally narrowed his eyes when he saw it, ran back to his father and opened his mouth: "Father, sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Hehehe, okay, daddy will feed you." He took another piece and fed it to his mouth. This time, the little guy finally ate happily.