"I feel like I admire my uncle even more. He is not only a tough general, but also such a gentle man. Aunt, you are so lucky." Yan Xiaoling looked up from a flower and said enviously.
Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, her eyes were gentle and her voice was soft: "Yes, I also think I am very lucky!"
Yan Xiaoli stared at her smiling face.
The girl had a peaceful smile, dimples were faintly visible, her eyes were clear, and her expression was at peace; she was speaking from the heart.
Yan Xiaoli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She had always felt that Wei Yang was indifferent to her uncle, and was afraid that Wei Yang was too young to understand the relationship between men and women. Now it seemed that she was too suspicious. It was obvious that her aunt liked the general very much.
If Wei Yang knew what Yan Xiaoli was thinking, she would definitely pout and retort, I don’t like Yan Gui very much, I just like him a little bit.
"If I could meet someone who is so sincere to me, I would marry him immediately." The youngest Yan Xiaoyan reached out and touched the flower in front of her. The soft petals felt soft and fluffy when they touched her fingertips.
The little girl has tender eyes and eyebrows, but she is not shy at all when she speaks. Her cute appearance does not make people feel funny, but very lovable.
Yan Xiaoli chuckled: "Then when you reach the age of marriage, I will ask Fourth Uncle to pick a good boy for you who is as good as Little Uncle, okay?"
Yan Xiaoyan puffed her lips and said, "I want to choose it myself. Aunt, did you choose the general uncle yourself as well?"
Wei Yang slowly put away the smile on her face, raised her eyes and looked towards the direction of the capital, and said softly: "I didn't choose it, my father chose it for me."
In that faraway place, her parents never left the Su Mansion until they died. But she was brought out and sent to Yan Gui. How much did her parents love her to choose such a good husband for her.
"Your father picked it for you. Your father has really good taste." Yan Xiaoyan said enviously, "I won't let my father pick a husband for me. He can't even pick a piece of cloth, let alone a person."
Yan Xiaoyan vividly described her father's glorious history. The cloth he bought for her mother was always red, and the jewelry he bought was also ruby-studded headpieces. Her mother didn't mind and happily accepted them. When she was born, her father still gave her red cloth and ruby-studded jewelry.
Her mother only then realized that someone had told Yan Lei that women look best in red, and he had always remembered it.
"Who said this?" Wei Yang asked curiously.
"Who else? My uncle. He was only a teenager at that time. He went to the capital and came back praising a little girl from the Su family as pretty and lovely as a fairy. He also said that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a red dress and was as beautiful as a fairy. My uncles didn't take it seriously, but my father took it seriously and thought that she looked best in a red dress."
Yan Xiaoyan felt helpless when talking about this past event, because she was not even born at that time!
Yan Xiaoli and Yan Xiaoling were laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. It seemed that everyone knew about Yan Lei's dark history.
Only Wei Yang was stunned by Yan Xiaoyan's words and asked softly, "Are you telling the truth? Yan Gui went to the capital when he was a teenager."
"Yes. Fourteen years old." Yan Xiaoyan answered affirmatively, because it was in that year that her father saw her mother in a red dress and was so struck by her beauty that he married her home.
Yan Xiaoli on the side reluctantly retracted her outstretched hand. Forget it, I won't pull her anymore. Let her talk.