“It’s really a watermelon, why did your mother suddenly ask you to send this brother over? Auntie wants to eat, can go buy ah, and still let you send, so heavy one, she does not even know that you are still a child?”
“A child?”
God Zhaoyu, who had gasped enough, looked at this aunt of his with a bit of sadness.
Wanting to say that after all these years, someone finally remembered that she was still a child, but at that moment, a small girl suddenly came down from upstairs again.
“Who is she?” Shen Zhaoyu was a person who was easily attracted to new things, and that included people.
“Oh, she’s ah, called a little sister, the real sister of your brother Lu Guan, just arrived, right oh, Xing’er, do you want to play with her? She doesn’t have any good friends and is bored.”
Wen Shuxu suddenly thought of this, and immediately, she started to put her hope on this niece cum nephew.
But who knows, as soon as she said the words, this niece actually jumped up.
“I don’t want to! Isn’t it enough for me to deal with that little devil God Zhaohui? You have to stuff me with another one, auntie, I want to live longer, that’s all, I’ll go first, I have to go to school.”
Then the little bully ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared in a flash.
Leaving Wen Shuxu there in tears and laughter.
However, Nige over there, after seeing this young lady go, did have her little eyes dimmed down again.
See, she told you, no one likes her ……
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Huo Sijiu went over to Wenqing Temple for a few days.
This time, he was sort of coming to this mountain for the first time since he had awakened and gone out, so he stayed a few more days in this thousand year old temple on the bell.
“I heard that you have now handed over all of the Long Yin Pavilion to Mo Bao?”
Next to the gurgling stream, in the gazebo with the dappled shadows of the trees, father and son were there again, boiling tea and playing chess at the same time.
Huo Sijiu held a cup of tea, his gaze faintly gazing at this chessboard.
“Yes.”
“You’re not worried about them?”
The old monk was also sipping his fragrant tea.
However, compared to this son’s calmness, after he heard that this was really happening, he didn’t know if it was because he had to be a bit closer across generations? He actually raised his eyebrows right away.
The corners of Huo Sijiu’s mouth tugged, and he moved over with a chess piece between his two bony fingers.
“What’s there to worry about? They’re not young anymore, after the New Year, they’ll be eighteen.”
“……”
The old monk was stunned.
All eighteen years old?
He paused for a moment, and halfway through, he came back to his senses and laughed there too.
“Rather forgetful, indeed an adult, however, the matter of Lanjia still surprises me a little, to put it that way, that tribe of theirs was already controlled by Lan Yuan before in this Wenqing Mountain?”
“It’s not that there’s no such possibility.”
“Alas ……”
The old monk let out a long sigh.
At this point in time, he actually shared this man’s intense fatigue, this war, from back then to Lan Yuan and then to now, had been many, many years.
So many that he was reflexively annoyed when he heard those words.
But what could be done?
What had to be done, still had to be done.
“So what do you think now? It is reasonable to say that Lan Yuan is dead, even if he is powerful, he can’t plan that much, right? How could he have planned until now when he didn’t even expect to lose at your hands at the end of that year?”
The old monk still raised a query.
The man dropped a piece just as a cold wind blew in, and with a “clatter”, the warm jade pieces that had been laid on top were blown out of order by the wind.
The old monk: “……”
“Of course not, so the main thing now, is to find his son!”
“What?”
As soon as this would come down, the old monk lost all interest in even tidying up the chessboard and immediately looked up and glared at him.
A son?
He was referring to Lan Yuan?
“You …… are saying that he has a son?”
“What? You’ve been by his side for so many years and you still don’t know?”
Huo Sijiu’s eyes lifted nonchalantly, sweeping discontentedly at this old monk who was full of consternation.
Do you really consider yourself a monk?
You don’t care about anything.
Old monk: “……”
“I …… I really don’t know, at that time, I was imprisoned at the bottom of this temple, I simply didn’t have the heart to pay attention to this, when did he have a son? Where?”
He honestly admitted his oversight and turned to pursue the question.
Lan Yuan had a son?
That did sound frightening.
Because, he was a dwarf, congenitally disabled, and back then, when Wen Shuxu and Huo Sixing found this man’s living room in the secret room under the temple, they saw a notebook of his.
On it, he was very clearly recording his resentment towards the society and his inferiority complex about not having a woman to look at a man like him.
So with whom did he later have this son?
Huo Siji took out a photograph.
When the old monk saw it, he half-heartedly took it over and looked at it, and at a glance, namely, five thunderbolts!
“Isn’t this …… Bai Zhenghao’s wife?!!!”
“Yes, but that was before marrying Baek Jung Ho, huh, otherwise, why do you think she, as the famous Min family’s daughter at that time, married Baek Jung Ho, a penniless man?”
The man who was still sipping the cup of tea looked at the old monk who still had some eyesight and recognised the woman, and he sat there and sneered.
The old monk was dumbfounded.
It was at this time that he suddenly remembered that back when he was still the heir to the spirited God Family, he had indeed heard a scandal on the capital.
And this scandal had come out of the Min family, a big family in the capital at that time.