"Grandma's food, aunt Fu's food, this pastry is so sweet." Yan Huo held a piece of pastry and tried to please the authentic one.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Fu family waved their hands and refused to eat it. Yan Huo held it in front of Fu Zhixing again, "Cousin Fu is eating."

Fu Zhixing bent down and took a bite, "You eat."

Yan Hu stuffed the rest into his mouth.

Tang Zhi asked unhappily: "Xiaoxiao, why don't you ask me if I eat?"

Yan Huo picked up a piece of cake and handed it to him, "Eat it!"

Tang Zhi took the cake, took a bite, and sent it to Yanhu, "Xiaoxiao."

Yan Huo shook her head. She didn't snatch food from foodies, and she would be resentful. Tang Zhi pouted and asked unhappily: "You helped him eat the cake that Cousin Fu took just now. I only took one bite. Why don't you eat it?"

Before Yan Huo could answer, Fu Zhixing mentioned Tang Zhi and placed it on the other end. What a cousin is really annoying. Tang Zhi looked like a fat turtle in Fu Zhixing's hand. He struggled and cursed, "Bad Cousin, what are you going to do? Let me go."

Fu Zhixing lifted him to the couch next to him and put it down. Princess Chengyang and Han looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Tang Zhi stuffed all the cake in his hand into his mouth. Even if he was angry, the foodie would not abandon the food. While chewing, he stepped back from the couch, and walked back to the couch where Yan Hu was sitting. He grabbed her skirt and muttered with red eyes: "Xiaoxiao is mine." No one can take it away.

Yan Hu was stunned. When was she his?

Tang Zhi held Yan Hu's skirt tightly and looked up at Fu Zhixing, "Xiaoxiao is mine, you, go away, go away."

Yan Hu pulled his skirt, and Tang Zhi grabbed it too tightly and couldn't pull it out. He looked up at Fu Zhixing's expressionless face, his lips were slightly pursed, making it difficult to tell the difference between happiness and anger. The little fat man and the beautiful boy met like this, and she became a disaster for beauty at such a young age?

"Oh, a headache." Yan Huo covered his tender little face and poured into the arms of the eldest princess Chengyang.

Princess Chengyang and Han watched from the side, and they were almost fainted from laughing. Seeing Yan Hae pretending to be weak, they felt even more interesting. Princess Chengyang held back and said, "What a headache? That grandma will help you rub it."

But before her hands touched Yanhu's forehead, she leaned over with her hands, pinched Yanhu's waist and hugged her. Yanhu was stunned for a moment, and then fell into a plum fragrance. Fu Zhixing hugged Yanhu and walked out, "Go out to eat, have lunch later."

"Where are you going to carry Xiaoxiao? Come back!" Tang Zhi chased after her with his short legs.

Princess Chengyang waved her hand and waited for the maid in the house to retreat, and said, "Wujiu's marriage is really about Xiaoxiao. But Xiaoxiao's body..." Fu Zhixing's son wanted to inherit the title of Duke Anguo.

Fu Zhixing seems gentle, but in fact he is aloof. Although he has always been the only one in Anguo Duke's Mansion, there are still many cousins ​​and cousins. However, he has always been polite but alienated to them. The only one who can get close to him is Yan Huo for so many years.

"Mother, the daughter-in-law is ashamed. If the daughter-in-law had not been able to give birth to more children, she would not have put the Duke An Guofu into the current predicament." Han said with his head. This world emphasizes many children and many blessings. The Duke An Guofu is the only seedling of Fu Zhixing, without brothers and sisters, which is too thin.

"Wujiu is very good." Princess Chengyang never blamed Han for giving birth to a grandson for her. She was just a little regretful. How great would it be if Han could have a little granddaughter for her.

"At that time, the monks in Guangji Temple once said that Wuji should not marry early. Marriage is destined by heaven. Xiaoxiao is nine years younger than Wuji and has been given small characters by the monk. This is the destined marriage. Since this is the case, I think the Buddha will also bless their descendants and will never let the blood of the Fu family's legitimate branches be cut off." Han also saw that Fu Zhixing was special to Yan Hu, so he reminded Fu Zhixing to change his attitude towards Yan Hu. A year ago, Yan Hu was still very wary of Fu Zhixing, far from being as close as he is now, and now he is getting better. Although Yan Hu was only five years old and had a long time to get married, he finally had hope. She was worried that her son would die alone.

The eldest princess Chengyang nodded slightly. The monk had calculated several hexagrams for Fu Zhixing back then, and all of them were fulfilled. Since then, she has regarded what the monk said as an oracle and dared not act randomly.

Fu Zhixing walked out of Dexing Courtyard with Yan Huo in his arms and headed to the back garden. Tang Zhi gasped behind and shouted, "Wait for me, wait for me." Walking was really painful for a fat man. In order to catch up with the two people in front, Tang Zhi almost rolled and crawled.

"Xiao Tanzi, you go back to your room first, I'll do it later..." Before Yan Huo finished speaking, Fu Zhixing slapped him in his arms, and he was in great turmoil.

Fu Zhixing walked slowly with Yan Huo in his arms, his wide sleeves were filled with wind, and his style was full of romantic freehand paintings. He followed him with a breathless and refused to let the eunuch hold him, and insisted on leaving by himself. He was so tired that he sweated heavily.

Walking through the corridor with exquisite patterns and reaching the garden, Fu Zhixing let go of his hand pressing on Yan Hu's head. Yan Hu took a breath, "Cousin, do you want to suffocate me?"

Fu Zhixing lowered his eyes, looked at her, and replied seriously: "I won't be suffocated, I'm responsible."

Yan Huo pouted, and Fu Zhixing chuckled, "I put on a swing not long ago, so you can sit on it and try it."

Fu Zhixing said it lightly, but in fact, this swing was specially set up for Yan Hae, and the swing was decorated with exquisite decoration. Flower vines were wrapped around the ropes on both sides, and small lilac flowers were blooming on them.

Yan Huo cheered, "Cousin, let me go down, I want to swing." She never liked to let people hug her, but she was weak and her family loved her, and she couldn't bear to let her work and insisted on holding her, which made her helpless. After several struggles failed, she had to let everyone treat her as a baby and hug her.

Fu Zhixing did not put her on the ground, but directly placed her on the swing, waiting for her to sit firmly, and pushed her one after another. Yan Huo chuckled happily, kicked the hem of the skirt with both feet, "Push hard, push hard." She was about to swing high.

"Don't be naughty." Fu Zhixing said softly and authentically.

"Autumn...swing! I want to sit, Xiaoxiao, let's sit together, fly together." Tang Zhi rolled over, gasping for breath, and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

Yan Hu's mouth twitched, and this ignorant guy used idioms indiscriminately.

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Chapter completed!