"younger brother!"
Xiao Xiaoyu jumped off Mrs. Fu's lap, walked up to Han Weijun curiously, and looked at him with his little head tilted.
Obviously little Xiaoyu is a month younger than Han Weijun, but when the two children stand together, little Xiaoyu is half a head taller than him, with fair and rosy skin, and looks radiant.
Little Xiao Yu hadn't seen many children of the same age, and looking at Han Weijun, who was shorter than him, felt very fresh and interesting.
The little guy habitually went to take out the small orange cat-face purse tied around his waist, and casually took out a stretched golden cat's pouch and handed it to Han Weijun enthusiastically, smiling boldly: "For you, brother! "
Han Weijun carefully took the golden cat's harness from Xiao Yu's hand, his eyes flickered, and his voice sounded like a mosquito: "Thank you."
Nangong Yue on the side looked at Han Weijun who was flinching with complicated eyes, and finally couldn't help correcting him: "Brother Yu, this is the little brother!"
little brother? ! Xiao Xiaoyu looked at Han Weijun in shock, isn't his brother older than himself? ! Why is this little brother smaller than himself? !
Xiao Xiaoyu took a step forward, pulled Han Weijun's left hand forcefully, pointed to himself and said, "I, brother." Then pointed to Han Weijun and said, "You, brother."
He urged confidently: "Quickly call brother!"
"Brother..." Han Weijun played with the golden cat's harness in his hand, couldn't put it down, and responded without thinking.
Satisfied, Xiao Xiaoyu took out another golden feather and gave it to Han Weijun as a gift to recognize his younger brother.
There was a moment of silence all around, and the adults looked at each other in blank dismay.
After a while, Mrs. Fu couldn't help but let out a "puchi" laugh, leaning forward and backward, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and said: "Ayi, brother Yu's temper is really like you!"
This two-year-old child has begun to recognize his younger brother!
Mrs. Fu gave her son a teasing look. Fu Yunhe touched his nose without feeling embarrassed, and continued to look at Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue pitifully, blinking his big eyes.
"Brother, sister-in-law, look... this child..."
This child has recognized brother Yu as his elder brother, why don't you two take him back and raise him!
Fu Yunhe rubbed his hands, looking forward.
Nangong Yue pursed her lips slightly, and felt that this child was a bit difficult to settle down.
But Xiao Yi was not entangled at all, he just waved his hand to dismiss Fu Yunhe and said, "You keep carrying it yourself! Who told you to be stupid!" The implication is that this is the punishment for Fu Yunhe's stupidity.
"Brother!" Fu Yunhe had already pretended to be pitiful and began to bite his handkerchief, his eyes were watering, as if to say, brother, do you really stop thinking about it
Mrs. Fu, who just stopped laughing, looked at Fu Yunhe's virtue, and couldn't help laughing again, feeling that her stomach was about to hurt from laughing. She breathed a sigh of relief, and said seriously: "Brother He, come on, isn't it just a matter of extra chopsticks? You should practice your hands in advance!" Mrs. Fu thought clearly, Fu Yunhe and Han Qixia are not young, Presumably, I will be able to hold grandchildren again soon.
Thinking about it, Mrs. Fu's eyes were filled with smiles.
that's true! In order to raise his future daughter well, he should learn how to take care of children first. Fu Yunhe burst into laughter immediately, happily imagining how cute and soft his little daughter would be.
Nangong Yue covered her mouth and chuckled, and exchanged a funny look with Xiao Yi. As for Xiao Yu, she had already pulled Han Weijun aside to play, and taught him how to untie Jiulianhuan, just like a little gentleman.
After Han Weijun untied the Nine Links, Xiao Xiaoyu dragged him to show off in front of the adults again.
At Mrs. Fu's age, she likes children the most. Looking at Xiao Yu's lively appearance, she likes it very much. She deliberately teased him: "Oh, our brother Yu is really a good brother!"
of course! Xiao Xiaoyu puffed out his chest proudly.
Seeing this, Mrs. Fu smiled even more and deliberately teased him: "Brother Yu, tell me, is your mother pregnant with a younger brother or a younger sister?"
"Ninny!"
There were two voices answering, one was milky and the other was clear and clear. The voices of both father and son were so resolute, and the similar peach blossom eyes were looking at Mrs. Fu seriously, making her overjoyed.
Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi's family stayed in Fu's house for another half an hour before they left and got on the Zhulun carriage again, the wheels turned mediocrely, just overpowering the voices in the carriage.
"Ayi, how is Ayimu..."
In the carriage, Nangong Yue's eyes looked a little darker than usual, and Xiao Yu, who was tired from playing, curled up in his father's arms and fell asleep sweetly, making a small mouth from time to time.
Xiao Yi carefully adjusted the little guy to a comfortable position, and said casually, "It's under trial."
In the final analysis, Ayimu is Xiao Yi's mother-killing enemy, so Xiao Yi naturally won't make her feel better!
Nangong Yue hesitated for a moment, and then said: "A Yi, should I let my grandfather take a look?" The grandfather Nangong Yue mentioned was of course Old Master Fang.
Xiao Yi was startled, pursing his lips and thinking. Ah Yue was very thoughtful. Grandfather has always been brooding over his mother's death, and since death cannot be brought back to life, it is time to give him a real end...
"Snapped!"
With the sound of the whip being thrown down outside the carriage, the wheels turned faster, and the Zhulun carriage was speeding all the way, this time the destination was Bixiaotang.
The next day, that is, the fifth day of February, Xiao Yi took Mrs. Fang to the dungeon of Bixiaotang.
The only way to pass through the dungeon was a downward stone step. Grandpa Fang was not good at walking, so Xiao Yi simply carried the old man down the dungeon himself, and a guard moved the wheelchair down behind him.
From the beginning to the end, in just a few breaths, Mrs. Fang sat firmly in the wheelchair again, but fell from the light to the darkness in an instant. The air around him was stuffy, damp and cold, which made him almost out of breath. Slightly tight.
He silently clenched the armrest of the wheelchair without saying anything, deep wrinkles accumulated between his brows.
"Bone Lulu..."
The sound of the wheelchair rolling was particularly loud and piercing in the silent dungeon.
The dungeon guard swiftly opened the heavy iron door of a certain cell. Two torches gave off a dim yellow light, illuminating the small dungeon. At a glance, a woman in green clothes with heavy shackles on her hands and feet was sitting in a corner, with her head on her head. Her long hair was disheveled, and she looked unkempt, like a beggar on the side of the road, but her expression was still calm, and her pair of deep and mysterious eyes were particularly bright in the firelight.
Old Master Fang naturally already knew who he came here to see today, and he stared at the woman in front of him without blinking, a pair of cloudy old eyes burst out with deep hatred, and the veins on the back of his hands were even more prominent.
Ayimu, who was sitting in the corner, looked up at Xiao Yi with calm eyes. This was the first time she saw Xiao Yi since she was escorted to southern Xinjiang, but she still recognized him accurately, with the corner of her mouth Provoking a strange arc, he said slowly: "Xiao Shizi, I have admired your name for a long time."
Then, Ayimu's eyes moved down, and he looked at Mrs. Fang in the wheelchair again, with a hint of understanding in his wise eyes, "Mr. Fang... It seems that the two of you are here to settle the death of Princess Xian Zhennan! Both of you You can blame me for the death of the first concubine, who made her accidentally hear something she shouldn't have heard in an inappropriate place!... And the reason why you have a stroke, Mrs. Fang, is also because I told the third house of the Fang family poison."
During the speech, her breath was steady, not in a hurry, it seemed that she had already put life and death aside, so she talked endlessly.
Hearing what she said casually, as if it was an insignificant matter, Mrs. Fang's eyes were almost wide open, bloodshot and red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Just for my Fang family's money?!"
Ayimu sneered lightly, as if asking rhetorically, isn't this reason enough
It is an eternal truth to cherish a jade.
The Fang family has so much money, their wealth is incomparable to any country, and the eldest daughter of the Fang family, Da Fang, married into the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. Sooner or later, she will change from a concubine to a princess of Zhennan. Even if they don't covet Baiyue, others will covet it. For money, for power!
Furthermore, the death of a Dafang family can kill two birds with one stone for me, allowing the Xiaofang family to marry into the palace as his successor logically, only in this way can I obtain greater benefits...
Originally, my plan was perfect and everything was arranged, but Xiao Fang was useless and exposed herself; but Kui Lang was useless and defeated Baiyue!
Hey, all of this is nothing but winners and losers.
She is willing to bet and admit defeat!
Ayimu let out a long sigh in his heart, looked up at Xiao Yi again and said:
"Xiao Shizi, winner and loser, I lose!"
After a pause, Ayimu continued: "However, I won't say anything about Baiyue. You don't have to waste your time trying to interrogate me. I'm not just showing off! You can kill or cut as you please." That's right!" She has already lost, but Baiyue is still there, and there are some hidden stakes she planted in Baiyue before, it is impossible for Xiao Yi to clear them all up. One day in the future, Baiyue may not be able to rise!
Throughout history, ebb and flow, prosperity and failure are the inevitable laws!
Xiao Yi looked down at Ayimu indifferently, and said the first sentence to her with a half-smile: "I won't kill you."
The short seven words made Ayimu and Mrs. Fang look at Xiao Yi in astonishment, and the surroundings were silent for a moment, only the sizzle of the flames on the torches.
Xiao Yi looked at Old Master Fang again, his beautiful peach eyes were shining brightly in the firelight, and his voice was clear and firm:
"Grandfather, for a person like her, death is the lightest thing. Being imprisoned here for the rest of your life and watching Baiyue being completely assimilated by me in Southern Xinjiang is the greatest punishment!"
Death is like a lamp going out, so killing Ayimu just like that would be too cheap for her!
Ayimu is not an ordinary woman. From her experience in the first half of her life, it can be seen that if she wants to defeat such a person, she must destroy him not physically but spiritually. This is Xiao Yi's revenge. !
"Xiao Yi!" Ayimu's face changed slightly, and he blurted out. At this moment, there was a hint of wavering in his expression.
However, Xiao Yi no longer wants to look at her, never wants to talk to her.
"Grandfather," Xiao Yi said again to Old Master Fang with a smile, "Let's go..."
Xiao Yi personally pushed Mrs. Fang's wheelchair out, "Gululu..." Amid the sound of the wheelchair turning, the heavy iron door closed with a "squeak"...
It was already half an hour after the two grandfathers came out of the dungeon again, and it was only Si Shi at this time, the morning was bright and the sky was clear, just like old master Fang's mood at the moment.
Looking up at the blue sky, Mrs. Fang's eyes were a little moist, and he was talking to his daughter in the sky silently:
Daughter, your spirit in heaven should rest in peace, A Yi has already avenged you!
And he didn't have any regrets anymore, he just waited...
The old man Fang suddenly thought of something, his eyes became bright again, and he secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, as if nothing had happened.
Xiao Yi just acted as if he didn't know, and pushed Old Master Fang's wheelchair to Ting Yu Pavilion in a leisurely manner, smiling and joking to make the old man happy.
Listening to the direction of Yuge, there was a woman and a child talking and laughing, the closer they got, the clearer the voice...
Both grandparents and grandchildren couldn't help laughing.
The people in the room seemed to have heard the rolling of the wheelchair outside, and a soft voice came from inside: "Great-grandfather!"
The little guy rolled over like a whirlwind, and pitifully stretched out his hands to the old man in the wheelchair, only to see a few red threads tangled up on his two chubby little hands.
Mrs. Fang patiently untied the red rope for the little guy, and asked with a loving smile, "Brother Yu, what are you playing?"
Xiao Xiaoyu watched Old Master Fang straighten out the messy red rope without blinking, and smiled happily: "Turn over the red rope!"
After Mrs. Fang entered the house, the little guy pestered his great-grandfather to play with the red rope with him... In the end, after playing a few times, the red rope was messily wrapped around his little hands again.
Now, Mrs. Fang knows what happened just now.
Nangong Yue, who had put a big welcome pillow behind her, covered her mouth and laughed lightly. The little guy's fingers were short, so he wasn't flexible enough, but he and Xiao Yi had always been quick-tempered and impatient. The red string was disturbed.
But the little guy is unconvinced, the more he is like this, the more he wants to challenge.
Nangong Yue was a little funny.
She is heavy now, and after sitting for a while, she feels backaches and backaches, and she struggles to adjust her sitting posture on the chair.
Xiao Yi noticed it immediately, and hurried to help Nangong Yue adjust the pillow behind her, and asked her carefully how she felt.
Seeing the young couple and Le En'ai, Mrs. Fang smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her mood lightened up, forgetting everything in the dungeon before.
People have to look forward after all.
"Ah Yi, Ah Yue," the old master Fang suddenly said, "I want to discuss something with you, how about adopting Brother Yu's younger brother to our Fang family?" Old master Fang had this idea several years ago. Well, brother Yu was originally the only one because of the young couple, so I didn't mention it first.
Hearing this, Xiao Yi frowned, with a strange expression on his face.
Grandpa Fang thought that Xiao Yi was unwilling, and was about to explain a few more words, when Xiao Yi tilted his head and said in an affirmative tone: "Grandfather, Ah Yue's baby must be a niece! Otherwise, give this brat to you." How about it?"
Xiao Yi looked at Xiao Yu who had wrapped the red string around his fingers again, and shook his head helplessly, "Although this brat is a bit stupid, his innate deficiencies can be made up for in the future, so let Xiaobai teach him slowly in the future. "
Grandpa Fang looked at his grandson, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't know what to say, even Nangong Yue couldn't help but touch his forehead: Ah Yi is here again, he always plays cards unreasonably!
But Xiao Xiaoyu understood half of the sentence, looked up at his father, and said seriously: "Brother Yu is not stupid!" After speaking, he hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the old lady Lafang and looked at him expectantly. As if asking, great-grandfather, I'm not stupid, am I
Mrs. Fang hurriedly comforted the little guy first, and said a few times: "Our Brother Yu is the smartest!"
Then, he reminded helplessly: "Ayi, brother Yu is the grandson of the palace!" There is no reason to adopt his own son and the grandson of the palace to another family!
Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders and didn't take it seriously, but he thought the idea of adopting the brat to the Fang family and letting the little girl inherit the Zhennan Palace in the future was quite interesting. Since my grandfather doesn't agree with it, let's change another plan...
"Grandfather, let the Fang family adopt the daughter to inherit the Fang family!"
Anyway, it's just a surname, even if Nannan's surname is Fang, she is still his Xiao Yi's daughter!
Old Master Fang was stunned. He had never thought of this possibility before, but now that Xiao Yi said it, he couldn't help thinking: Why not? !
A gust of wind blows, the sound of swaying branches and leaves is intertwined with the laughter in Tingyu Pavilion, it seems that even the air is smiling...