There was a moment of silence among the male guests.

Then, there was a loud shout of good cheer.

"Okay! Young Master Hou is really amazing!"

"Admiration, admiration, such a skill at such a young age, he is worthy of being the son of Marquis Yongye!"

The person who had just shot the arrow ran over in a hurry.

"Young Lord, I apologize to you. We were playing archery just now, and the arrows suddenly missed the target and almost hurt you. Are you okay?"

Ye Juefeng looked back at Jiang Shiji.

Seeing that he was fine, the little guy shook his head: "It's fine."

He raised the plate: "If you take a candy, I will forgive you."

The other party was taken aback, and picked up one with a smile: "Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding."

At this time, a tall figure shrouded the little guy under his figure.

Ye Siming is here.

Ye Juefeng raised his head: "Father."

He stood on tiptoe and lifted the plate higher: "You also eat candy."

Ye Siming lowered his eyes, looking at the wedding candy on the plate.

For some reason, he actually thought of the day when he and his wife, Gu Nuoer, met for the first time.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and on his extremely handsome face, there was an elusive smile.

"Why are you here? Did your mother ask you to come to me?"

Did his baby miss him?

Ye Juefeng shook his head: "I'll give out wedding candies."

The people around immediately flocked over, each took one, and soon the plate was empty.

After Ye Juefeng finished the most important thing, the serious expression on his little face suddenly disappeared.

Ye Siming hugged him and sat back at Jiang Xiaoran's table.

"Father! Give me the chicken legs!" Jiang Shiji hugged Jiang Xiaoran, pointing at the roast chicken on the plate.

Jiang Xiaoran broke off the chicken leg with a smile and put it in the bowl in front of Ye Juefeng.

"Jefeng, you eat." He looked at Ye Juefeng, more and more satisfied.

Such a good child, raised by Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer with a calm atmosphere!

Jiang Xiaoran hated it, why didn't he give birth to a daughter?

Otherwise, Ye Juefeng would be his son-in-law!

Jiang Shiji originally wanted to eat chicken drumsticks, but his father gave it to Ye Juefeng.

He had no choice but to scratch his face: "Brother Feng, then you can eat."

Hu Ni on the side laughed.

"Xiao Shiji, you are a few months older than Juefeng, why do you call him brother instead?"

Jiang Shiji was not embarrassed, but raised his head proudly.

"Of course! Who made Brother Feng so powerful? He is the strongest in the small class of our National Academy. Even the teenage students are not as strong as him!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows.

He looked down at his son: "It seems that you are very famous in the National School."

Ye Juefeng calmly pushed the chicken leg back in front of Jiang Shiji.

He raised his head and whispered to Ye Siming, "I know what my father taught me."

Ever since the bird monster incident that year, Ye Siming would often take Ye Juefeng out to exercise.

Following his father, he learned to hunt and guard.

Know how to observe the terrain, how to hit a hit.

The blood of the wolf began to really play a role.

Although Ye Juefeng still didn't have any magic power, he was a little happier than before.

After the wedding banquet in the palace, it was already very late.

When he was about to leave, Ye Siming hugged Ye Juefeng who was already asleep, and held Gu Nuoer with the other hand.

They were about to get into the carriage when Qiao Xiuli called from behind—

"Nuoer, wait."

Gu Nuoer looked back: "Cousin."

Qiao Xiuli was wearing a jade-colored robe, and under the moonlit night, he looked extraordinarily elegant and handsome.

Before he even opened his mouth, Gu Nuoer had already guessed the reason for his visit.

"Cousin is asking about Lanlan's whereabouts again?"