Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

   Ye Xiao Nian flapped his big eyes, and curiosity flashed in his heart. He lightly wrote: "The royal grandmother also said that Dad should find Nian'er a new mother."

  Yefeibai’s eyes showed pain, and he glared at him sharply, but there was a hint of soft words in his voice: "Concentrate on calligraphy!"

  Ye Xiaonian was once again frightened by Ye Feibai, and she dared not mention the topic about her mother.

  Ye Feibai saw Ye Xiaonian leaning over to write seriously, and said lightly: "You practice the writing well, and father will take you to Nanyang the next day."

  "Don't go." Ye Xiaonian refused, continuing to practice calligraphy.

   Ye Feibai looked at Ye Xiaonian's stubborn look, and frowned again: "You can go to the hot springs over there."

  "Don't go." Although Ye Xiaonian is afraid of Ye Feibai, she still has her own temperament, "I want to practice calligraphy at home and wait for my mother to come back."

  Yefeibai’s sharp eyes showed a strong anger, and his breathing became a little heavier: "You..."

   Ye Xiaonian’s little face did not have a special expression: "Mother, if you don't come back, I won't go anywhere."

   Ye Feibai glanced at him faintly, her handsome face sank, she got up and left: "Whatever you want."

Lu Henben waited at the door, and suddenly saw the prince go away angry. She couldn't help but went to the kitchen to bring her 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, he wouldn't tell my mother where he went."

   "Maybe the prince really doesn't know... By the way, did the prince mention Nanyang just now?"

  Ye Xiaonian glanced at Luhen casually: "Father said to take me to Nanyang, there is no mother there, why should I go?"

  "Nanyang?" Compared with Ye Xiaonian's indifferent, Luhen was very strange.

Miss    once mentioned two places when she was not giving birth, one was Nanyang and the other was Beilun.

  According to her guess, the young lady would like Nanyang, which is like spring all the time.

  Lühen thought of this, and got to Ye Xiaonian’s ear and whispered: "Little Shizi, you should go, maybe you can find your mother."

   Ye Xiaonian looked at Green Mark with an incredulous expression on her face, with a surprised look on her face: "Really?"

  Luhen nodded, and then asked: "But you can't tell the prince."

   "Hmm!" Ye Xiaonian nodded, smiling for joy in her heart.

  Ye Xiao Nian quickly and honestly finished the copybook, and then took the copybook and showed it to Ye Feibai.

  Ye Feibai heard Xiao Nian mentioning her mother, and was upset, so she shut herself in the room to paint.

  He suddenly saw Ye Xiaonian open the door and came in, and hurriedly hid the painting in his hand.

  Ye Xiaonian handed the copybook to Ye Feibai. Ye Feibai glanced at it, and a trace of satisfaction flashed through his deep eyes, but he didn't say anything, just faintly hummed: "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. In the past, he could hide as far as he could hide from him. Nowadays, it is really rare to let him go.

   Ye Feibai raised her eyebrows slightly: "Something?"

  Ye Xiao Nian seemed to find it difficult to speak, but she casually said with a calm expression: "When shall we go to Nanyang?"

  Yefeibai’s arrogant eyes showed a hint of surprise. This little guy couldn’t say anything just now, how could he change his mind in just a stick of incense.

   Ye Feibai faintly retracted his gaze, and continued to paint, with a flat expression on his face: "Not going anymore."

  Ye Xiao Nian'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 then he couldn't see his mother.

   But after a long while, he walked gently to Ye Feibai's side, and looked up at Ye Feibai straight up.

   Ye Feibai did not respond.

   Ye Xiaonian's entire face wrinkled. He stretched out his chubby hand, grabbed Ye Fei's white sleeve, pulled it, and then gently.

  Ye Xiaonian glanced at Ye Feibai's stern face, and his disappointment became more serious. He took a deep breath, turned and left. He had better find a way by himself.

  When he walked to the door, he heard a light and fluttering voice behind him: "Thirty shots."

  Ye Xiaonian's footsteps.

   "Thirty copybooks, ten paintings."

   "Okay." Ye Xiaonian thought for a while, then turned his head, and walked in front of Ye Feibai, Heiliang's eyes were reluctant to admit defeat. "Then it's settled."

  Yefeibai nodded slightly.

  Ye Xiaonian just wanted to turn around and leave, suddenly she caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, and directly pulled out the painting that Ye Feibai had just drawn and pressed under the rice paper.

  The picture shows a woman, she has a delicate and beautiful face, her hair is rolled up into a complicated bun, and she is wearing a pink gauze skirt, and she has a beautiful and dusty temperament.

  Ye Xiao Nian looked at her, only feeling the heartstrings flicked slightly.

"Go out." Ye Feibai whispered, and wanted to take the drawing paper back 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 like Ye Feibai: "Is it my mother?"

   Ye Fei blankly picked him up, snatched the portrait from his hand, then carried him to the door and threw him out.

  Ye Xiao Nian was thrown outside, a complex emotion flashed in her deep eyes.

  Non-white entered the palace early morning and night the next day.

  Ye Xiaonian wakes up early in the morning to paint in the backyard. He wants to finish 30 copybooks and 10 paintings early so that he can go to his mother.

  Just halfway through the painting, he heard Green Mark coming and saying: "Little Shizi, Young Master Liu is here to see you."

  Ye Xiao Nian stopped her movements, and saw a white figure not far away. The white robe was faintly blown by the breeze, and the face was like a jade.

   Ye Xiaonian saw Liu Ronghua coming in, and respectfully yelled: "Uncle Liu."

  Liu Ronghua couldn't laugh or cry. He had told him before that he could call his uncle in private. The next time he saw him, he would still call him Uncle Liu.

  The more this child grows up, he inherits Ye Feibai's appearance completely, and even Xing Zi is cold and cold.

  This child is well-behaved and sensible, but he is only five years old and already looks like a little adult.

   Liu Ronghua sat down beside him: "What are you doing?"

   "Draw ten pictures."

   "Why do you draw so many?"

   "I want to go to Nanyang."

  In the past few years, Liu Ronghua often visited him in the house and was very close to this child. Although Ye Xiaonian did not regard Liu Ronghua as his uncle, he was willing to share anything with him.

  "Why do you want to go to Nanyang?"

   "Because..." Ye Xiaonian squinted her phoenix eyes slightly, then lowered her head again and continued to paint, "I won't tell you."