This is true, Huan Beiming treated Huan Qingyan much better than Huan Xinghan when he was alive.
"That's because Beiming was confused. Now that he's gone, the rules of the Huanfu will be changed. Donghai, you just said that the adoptive son is given to Beiming. Is there any good candidate?"
Huan Donghai coughed, "Yes, old ancestor, Huan Jinjian, Huan Yinghu, Huan Zimu..."
All of a sudden, four or five young people stood up, all around eighteen years old.
They are all handsome and well-dressed.
These young talents were selected from various rooms in the Huan Mansion, and the first of them, Huan Jinhua, was Huan Donghai's own youngest son.
"I have seen the ancestor!" All the young talents called out the ancestor in unison.
Huan Li'an was a little dazed, "Is this too much? It's fine to adopt one or two, after all Xinghan will grow up..."
Huan Donghai didn't speak, but the clansmen at the side started talking one after another.
"Old Ancestor, Beiming Mansion really needs so many children. Brother Beiming has left a lot of property. I don't know how many shops there are. How can one or two people support this family?"
"Yes, old ancestor, some of these good children can do business, some are spiritual masters who can inherit Beiming's mantle, some can speak well, and can make friends with dignitaries... Everyone has their own strengths."
When Huan Li'an heard it, he thought it was very good, and he had no doubts, so he said to Mrs. Huan, "Mrs. Zhang, I think these children and old men are all fine, so you can take them back to the house to settle down first, and sort them out according to their age. For the name of the young master, Xinghan should not be ranked according to the eldest young master, but become the young young master. In the future, when Xinghan grows up, he will also have so many older brothers to take care of him."
"Hmph!" Although Huan Xinghan was young, he felt that something was wrong, pointing at Huan Li'an and angrily said, "I don't want these brothers! You are all bad guys!"
Mrs. Huan was very relieved, fearing that everyone would make trouble for Xiao Xinghan, she suddenly took a few quick steps on her knees, and came to Huan Beiming's tablet, crying fiercely, "Husband, husband, why don't you Take this concubine away with you, there is no way to live this day, if Xinghan is not still young, this concubine really wants to die with you..."
The scene was so noisy that all kinds of ugly words surrounded the mother and son like a flood.
Huan Li'an lay on the chair and groaned, "Mr. Zhang, look at how you have taught your son to be like this. You dare to scatter in front of the ancestral tablet like this, and you don't respect the ancestors at all! These people, you Whether you want it today or don’t want it, you have to take it back and distribute the family’s property one by one, the inheritance of the Illusory Mansion cannot be broken in the hands of you, a woman.”
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from outside the ancestral hall.
"In front of my father's tablet, you bully his orphans and widows, are you taking him seriously?"
As the voice fell, everyone in the Huan family saw a girl in a moon white dress.
The skirt is embroidered with light green bamboo branches, elegant yet luxurious, thick and slender, elegant and well-fitting, and the freshness of a girl rushes towards her face.
She has an elegant posture, a pair of bright and flying willow-leaf eyebrows, beautiful and refreshing, and a pair of phoenix eyes that look forward to shine, cold and arrogant. The whole person has a soul-stirring beauty, and the corners of the mouth have a touch of coldness, coming gracefully.
"Sister!"
Huan Xinghan jumped for joy and rushed over.
As soon as Huan Qingyan appeared on the stage, everyone was determined. Some of them were people who had seen her methods, and those who were timid turned their heads away.