A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Sizhe brought the food back to the fire camp and ate it alone, but without Sikong Yan, no matter how delicious the food was, it tasted bland!

"Why are the dishes I cook so bad? Is it because I didn't learn it well?" he asked himself.

Huo Longguo felt very strange and told Shui Qinglian about it.

"Hey, that flower, don't you think it's strange?"

"What's the matter?" Shui Qinglian raised her head and asked while pounding the medicine.

"Xiao Sizhe is your highness's younger brother, right?" He leaned over.

"Yes!" Shui Qinglian lowered her head again.

"But he was angry about the little girl that Sikong Yan brought back. Logically, he should be happy!" He was puzzled.

"If your child..." Shui Qinglian made an analogy. Unexpectedly, he was slapped on the head. He raised his head and looked at him dissatisfiedly: "I mean if!"

Huo Long Guo glared at him and said, "Then tell me."

Shui Qinglian then slowly said, "If you pick up another child of the same age from outside, think about it, what will happen to the child around you?"

Huo Longguo pointed his finger: "Uh..., uh... then she will definitely be... unhappy about competing for favor!?"

"That's right, that's it!"

Huo Longguo nodded as if he had suddenly realized something. "So that's how it is. I understand."

Shui Qinglian smiled and continued, "Although Xiao Sizhe and His Highness are brothers, children are always more sensitive. The appearance of that little girl must have made him feel threatened, which is why he behaved like that."

Huo Longguo stroked his chin thoughtfully, "What you said makes sense. But this little Sizhe is really something, how can he be so ignorant."

"He's still young, and it's inevitable for children to have such emotions." Shui Qinglian sighed softly, "And this also shows that he cares about Your Highness very much."

Huo Long Guo frowned, "But it's not a good idea for him to be so angry. We can't let it go on like this."

Shui Qinglian thought for a moment, "Perhaps we can find an opportunity to talk to Xiao Sizhe and let him know that His Highness's feelings for him will not change because of other people."

"Well, that's a good idea." Huo Long Guo agreed, "When are we going?"

"Let's find a suitable time." Shui Qinglian said, "Don't be in a hurry now, let him calm down first."

Xiao Sizhe sat alone in the room, his face terribly gloomy. His mind kept echoing those words that were once so familiar, Brother Yan said that he only loved him and liked him, but now everything seemed to have changed. After the beautiful girl appeared, Brother Yan's eyes often stayed on her, as if he had been forgotten in the corner.

"How could Brother Yan do this to me?" Xiao Sizhe asked silently in his heart, "Has he forgotten the promise we made to each other?" He recalled every moment he had spent with Brother Yan, and those beautiful memories now pierced his heart like a sharp knife. He didn't understand why Brother Yan suddenly changed and became so indifferent to him.

Xiao Sizhe clenched his fists, feeling very aggrieved.

"Brother Yan, maybe you have forgotten who I used to be! Maybe! I have become a different person. How could Brother Yan know? I am still alive? If I tell him that I am the person I said I would marry since childhood, will he believe it? He hesitated and struggled, not knowing what to do.

"Maybe, I should tell him that we are engaged and let him know that he cannot be nice to other girls." Xiao Sizhe thought to himself, "But, will he believe it? Such a bizarre thing is hard to believe even for me, so how can he believe it easily?" The more Xiao Sizhe thought about it, the more confused he felt. He didn't know how to face it all.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore." Xiao Sizhe sighed and tried to calm himself down. He decided not to think about these troubles for the time being and do something else to divert his attention.

So he stood up and decided to go to Ming Yuexin to make a cotton robe for him. As he walked, he said to himself silently: "Maybe when I learn how to make clothes and make him a beautiful one, he will pay attention to me again."

When Xiao Sizhe came to the place where he learned to make clothes, he felt a little better when he saw the colorful fabrics and needles. He began to learn to make clothes seriously, trying to forget his worries by being busy.

Ming Yuexin looked at him and silently came to sit beside her. Without saying a word, he picked up the scissors and cut a piece of fine silk. Judging from the size, it was made for Sikongyan.

Ming Yuexin looked at him and seemed very unhappy. He smiled and asked, "Second Master, who are you doing this for?"

He was cutting the paper very seriously, but he kept saying, "You big fool!"

Ming Yuexin didn't know who the big fool he was talking about was, so he asked, "Do I know this person?"

"It's the same whether we know each other or not!" He pouted.

It seems that Sikong Yan has offended him.

"How do you say this?"

"I've known him for four years, and he's not as good as the little girl who came today! Humph!"

After confirming that it was Sikong Yan, Ming Yuexin persuaded him, "The little girl is homeless, so it's normal for him to comfort her. A real man should care about the world and have a broad mind!"

"I don't want to be a man." He knew in his heart that once everyone identified him as a boy, he would lose his brother Yan. But he couldn't reveal his identity now. Once his identity was revealed, it would be a crime of deceiving the emperor! He must not lose the big picture for the small. It was too difficult for him. He could only endure it.

Ming Yuexin smiled, "You are a young master, how can you say something sarcastic? No matter what, you and Brother Yan will get married when you grow up!"

"Brother Yan, if you want to start a family, you can only start a family with me!"

Ming Yuexin burst out laughing when she heard this: "Men will be laughed at if they marry other men!"

The clothes were cut. He took the fluff and embroidered them on them. Then he covered them with a piece of silk cloth that was also cut. Her hands were as fast as Mingyue's!

Ming Yuexin was amazed that a little guy could learn so quickly. It was obvious that he was much more talented than himself in this area. Nodding and looking at his small, slender hands (now much fatter), he praised: "What a good pair of hands!" He was only six years old, not even seven. He could still do adult things.

Soon Sikong Yan's robe was embroidered. He put it on the platform and looked at it again and again, checked it again and again, and always felt that something was missing? Yes, it was too monotonous, add some patterns.

After thinking it over again and again, I decided that Brother Yan would be the emperor in the future, so I should embroider a big golden dragon on his robe!

"Fairy sister, can you help me draw a big golden dragon on my robe?"

Ming Yuexin nodded. Sikong Yan was the crown prince, and when he inherited the throne in the future, he would naturally have to wear the dragon robe.