Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 4 Meeting (1)
Puyang Yuren (from now on Feng Xiao will be Puyang Yuren) walked straight forward, avoiding the boy's outstretched left foot seemingly unintentionally, and stepped on it by the way.

"Ah! Ah! You are stepping on me!" Li Anyang hugged his injured left foot, screaming, forgetting that the person in front of him was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Su Qingyi, who was following behind Puyang Yuren, frowned, thinking about Puyang Yuren's seemingly inadvertent sideways just now.However, after all, he was only an eight-year-old child, and his doubts did not last long before they disappeared.

"If you don't want to be charged with the following crimes, you can continue to yell." Puyang Yuren straightened the ends of Back Feng's disheveled hair and said coldly.She believed that although Li Anyang was young, he still had some brains.

Sure enough, Li Anyang looked as if he had swallowed a fly, and his face was aggrieved.

A light flashed in Wen Yu's calm eyes, and he looked thoughtfully at the little figure not far away.

Sensing a probing gaze, Puyang Yuren turned his head and followed that person with a smile that was not a smile, Wen Yu?
It is said that it is an academy, because Puyang Yuren is the only heir of Puyang Lie, plus today's companions, there are only three people, and the one who teaches the lessons is actually Li Anyang's father, Li Guoan, who is the official minister.There is a folk saying that he is the prime minister of Wen You Guo An, and Marquis Ding Guo of Wu You, and the latter is Su Qingyi's father.

A day's schoolwork passed so boringly, because Puyang Yuren was young, what Li Guoan taught was not heavy, and it was nothing more than recognizing characters.Puyang Yuren is bored and writes and draws with a brush to pass the time.

Li Anyang blushed and held the brush with a smiling face, gritted his teeth and thought: "Write, write, write! This young master must have had the wrong birth with Su Qingyi." After speaking, he still didn't forget to look at Su Qingyi, who was calm and composed.

"Li Anyang, write honestly." Rao Li Guoan, who had a very high quality of self-cultivation, faced his only son, and Ren wanted to beat him with a whip.

"Yes." Li Anyang looked at his father dissatisfied with his baby's fat face.

Puyang Yuren looked sideways at Li Anyang, who was blushing, and smiled faintly. He really couldn't tell that this little kid was the son of Confucian Prime Minister Li Guoan. Are there similarities between the two of them?

"Your Highness, have you finished writing?"

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Puyang Yuren looked at the man in white in confusion: "Teacher, what are you writing?"

After a brief silence, Li Guoan coughed lightly: "Copyright."

"Have you ever said that, sir?" Puyang Yuren blinked his eyes pretending to be innocent.

Li Guoan told himself to be calm, to be calm...

Li Anyang secretly smiled, this Highness seems to be very funny...

Su Qingyi smiled warmly, like a fox...

"Then Your Highness, please show me what you drew."

After handing over the random drawing, Puyang Yuren looked at Li Guoan in embarrassment, hoping not to be discovered, otherwise, it would be very annoying to explain a lot of things.

"What is this?"

"Just do it."

"Really?"

"Yes." Puyang Yuren replied calmly, but sometimes, being too calm makes people even more suspicious.

Li Guoan looked at the child in front of him who was not as tall as his waist, and some light was reflected in his warm eyes.

Both Su Qingyi and Li Anyang didn't know why Xiangye, who had always been moody and angry, was so surprised.

A pistol was impressively drawn on the snow-white rice paper, and it was an exploded view after it was disassembled.

Sighing, Puyang Yuren smiled mockingly, after all, there was no way to make herself a five-year-old child, even if a spy was good at disguising, but she did not have a similar happy childhood to refer to in her memory.Besides training is training, what can she use to play the innocence of a child?

If there are no accidents, Puyang Wei will come to ask.

"Let's call it a day." Li Guoan stared at the blueprint in his hand, impatiently walking towards the Golden Temple, which seemed quite unexpected.

Watching Li Guoan's departure with the wind blowing under his feet, Puyang Yuren tidied up his clothes and walked out the door, "Stay away from me, just don't let me see your existence." Wen Yu outside said.

"Yes, Your Highness." Seeing the child's cold gaze, even Wen Yu, who has undergone inhuman training, couldn't help but tremble a little. Is that really a child's gaze?Before he came to serve His Highness, he was told that he didn't like to communicate with others, but he didn't know that he didn't like it.

Smiling in satisfaction, Puyang Yuren was finally relieved, he never thought of hiding it, so how could he be afraid of the consequences of being exposed?
It might just be a matter of time before she is discovered, Feng Xiao will not compromise to survive, and she will not deliberately conceal her habits and ways of living that have been integrated into her bone marrow.

The strong are suitable for the world, past and present will be her motto.

Feeling a few strong forces in the dark, Puyang Yuren smiled, Puyang Li really indulged this son... Son?Haha... Puyang Li, oh Puyang Li, do you want me to be a combination of Hua Mulan and Wu Zetian?Honored at the ceremony as a man?Are you not afraid of being discovered?

Puyang Yuren was afraid when he first heard the name Prince. It is easy for her to pretend to be a man, but she is not happy if she is asked to be a man.Luckily... just playing.

If she knew that she would meet that man, would a rational person like her make today's encounter real?Probably not, but, after avoiding it once, what about after that?

The dead leaves fall, and the prosperity of yesterday will never be seen again.

Fengdi's gorgeous face flashed in his mind, frowning, Fengdi, did you drink Mengpo soup and reincarnated like me?

"My lord, it's time to go..." Lu Sheng looked worriedly at the young man standing against the wind and said in a low voice.

"Lu Sheng, let's go." The voice was like a clear spring on a jade stone, and it was refreshing to hear.

Puyang Yuren looked inquiringly at the young man who was walking towards him, a trace of amazement slipped from his eyes.

Dressed in red and black hair, she looks like a fairy.

(End of this chapter)