This voice of "Brother Chen" is very smooth, as if it has been called thousands of times, thousands of times. It's just that for Xiao Yuchen, Feng Tianyan is very abnormal! You must know that before this morning, only when there was a request for Xiao Yuchen, Feng Tianyan would reluctantly call "Brother Chen"!

"Hmm, what's wrong with me?" asked Feng Qianyan, turning his head, blinking his eyes, and asking inexplicably.

Xiao Yuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the big smart eyes: "What's the matter with Yan Yan, you can say it directly, there is no need to be like this at all." ”

"What's the matter?

"Then you are-" Xiao Yuchen smiled helplessly, "It's only been a while, and Yan Yan has already called 'Brother Chen' six times." ”

"Oh~~" Feng Tianyan suddenly realized, "You don't think I have something to ask you, right?"

"Isn't it?" Xiao Yuchen raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not!" Feng Qianyan turned his head back and secretly hooked the corners of his lips, "If you don't like it, you won't call it in the future!"

"Yan Yan is casual. Xiao Yuchen didn't say anything more, and stood silently behind him with his hair curled.

Since there were only guards in the palace and no maidservants, Xiao Yuchen personally went to the door to take the things for washing from the guards and brought them in.

Let the dignified prince serve and wash, in the whole world, it is estimated that there is only one person who is swept away!

It's just that this person is not yet conscious, and he enjoys it with peace of mind!

"Wait for me to have a stick of incense. ”

"Hmm. ”

Xiao Yuchen disappeared without a trace. Feng Qianyan knew that this little boy with a habit of cleanliness was his own yard, washed and changed clothes.

Little boy?

I'm only eight years old!

Half a catty, eight taels!

The wind, which was in a very beautiful mood, swayed and turned into the courtyard, and the eyes were full of snow that had already bloomed.

Xueyan, Xueyan......

There is a word "Yan" in the name, heh, this flower is related to himself.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Yuchen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Huh, you're back so soon?" Feng Qianyan turned around and pointed to Xue Yan all over the courtyard, "I'm looking at them! Look, Xue Yan, Feng Yanyan, there is a word 'Yan'!"

"Perhaps, Yan Yan's name is derived from Xue Yan?"

"How is that possible! Xiao Jiu said that there is no such flower on the Yunling Continent! Besides, my name should have been given by my father or grandfather! What does it have to do with this flower!"

"Perhaps. Xiao Yuchen just smiled faintly.

"Let's go, go back to breakfast!...... starved to death" Feng Qianyan was rubbing his empty stomach when a guard suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yuchen's tone was obviously a little displeased.

"Lord Qi, Miss Song is ...... outside the palace gate," the guard stopped talking.

"Nope. Xiao Yuchen said coldly.

"Miss Song?" Feng Qianyan pulled Xiao Yuchen's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "It can't be your cousin, Song Xuening, right?"

Xiao Yuchen bowed slightly, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Heh, it's really her! Last time outside Songcheng City, she was knocked unconscious by Qingxiu and sent away. Early in the morning today, he came to the palace to see Xiao Yuchen?

Wait, Song Xuening didn't come, she almost forgot about it, Xiao Yuchen still had a "Ning'er" in his heart! Could it be that this "Ning'er" was the lover in his memory in his previous life? Ning'er was the woman in red who was playing the piano under the porch?

Who is the little fox?

What does that dream have to do with him and himself?!

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