"Xiao Qi, don't be rude. Didn't your aunt give you a gift yesterday?" Madam Feng frowned when she saw Xiao Qi pulling Wei Yang's sleeve.
"Yesterday it was Xiaoqi who went to my aunt's house, and today it was my aunt who came to Xiaoqi's house." Xiaoqi retorted.
"Xiao Qi has a point." Wei Yang smiled and took Xiao Qi's shoulder, and Kong Gu behind her retreated. Soon, two servants brought in a strangely shaped large wooden box, and Kong Gu followed behind them and moved a small box.
Everyone in the room held their breath, wanting to see what kind of gift needed to be packed in such a big box.
Mrs. Feng opened her mouth and saw her youngest son's expectant face. He was already cheering and reaching out to open the box. In the end, she didn't say anything else.
Anyway, this aunt liked her little Qi, so of course she was happy to see it happen. When they got married and had children of the Yan family, Xiao Qi would follow her son to guard Yanzhou.
The box was opened, and the girls looked at the contents with surprise. Even Yan Xiaoqi was stunned. There was a pile of sand in the box.
Seeing Xiao Qi looking at her, Wei Yang squatted down and opened the box that Kong Gu had put down. Inside were various wooden models, including wooden houses, horses, soldiers, and seven-colored flags, all the size of a finger.
Xiaoqi liked the things in this small wooden box very much. He picked them up one by one, took a look at them, and put them back again.
Youlan and Konggu squatted down and quickly dismantled the big wooden box. On the floor of the living room, they quickly made a space the size of a large wooden table. They piled up small hills, planted flags, paved roads, and took horses and vehicles. They set up tents, and soldiers stood outside the tents to guard them... ...
Yan Xiaoqi's mouth opened wider and wider, and a miniature battlefield slowly unfolded in front of him.
At this time, Yan Feng happened to be walking with Yan Gui and his six sons to the martial arts hall, and heard Yan Xiaoqi's scream from the flower hall. He turned his head and said to Yan Gui: "My Xiaoqi has been spoiled by your sister-in-law and has no rules. Today, he heard that his aunt was coming, and he insisted on staying in the flower hall and said he wanted to talk to his aunt."
Yan Gui smiled indifferently and said, "Xiao Qi is still young, why don't Xiao Liu go to your mother's flower hall to play. From Xiao Qi's voice, he seems very happy."
Yan Xiaoliu is already eight years old this year. Hearing this, he bowed respectfully and said, "Xiaoliu is already eight years old. He can no longer go to the flower hall where the female relatives stay."
"This kid." Yan Gui smiled and touched his head: "Then follow your father and learn skills well. In the future, your uncle will take you to kill the enemy."
"Yes." Yan Xiaoliu answered happily. He was a bastard's son and naturally could not be compared with Xiaoqi, but General Yan was also his uncle and this could not be changed.
Yan Xiaoliu couldn't help but become more confident. He decided to practice martial arts diligently and become a great general like his uncle in the future.
In the flower hall, not to mention Yan Xiaoqi, even Feng Da's wife and several daughters were attracted by the gifts Yan Xiaoqi received. The Yan family was a military family, and the daughters in the family grew up on horseback. They might not be good at needlework, but they were not afraid to take up swords and ride horses to kill the enemy.
Everyone was playing around the sand table with great interest for a while, when a woman came in through the curtain and whispered something in Mrs. Feng's ear. Wei Yang glanced at her unintentionally and saw Mrs. Feng pursing her lips and smiling coldly: "She can see the girl whenever she wants, bah, are they worthy?"
As soon as Mrs. Feng finished speaking, the five unmarried girls of the Yan family all changed their expressions. Yan Xiaoxia hurriedly pulled Mrs. Feng's sleeve and whispered, "Mother."