Yan Xuehuai remembered that day when Li Qiniang went to buy pork, but brought back a child. The child was dirty like a doll abandoned in the garbage dump.

Yan Xuehuai looked at Xiaoman. The ten-year-old child looked only seven or eight years old, and still had the same small figure, and was still timid like a kitten who had first entered the world.

The only difference is that the pale little face has a little more blood than when I first came.

Now Xiaoman is a child, a living child of flesh and blood.

No longer the ragged doll.

Yan Xuehuai's eyes slowly moved up from Xiaoman's face and bumped into Chai Yan's deep gaze.

She did not look at Chai Yan, but looked at Xiaoman again. Then, she went to see Chai Yan again, with eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth. Chai Yan was born so well.

Chai Yan hesitated, trying to say something but didn't know where to ask. Xiaoman still raised his head and looked at him without a moment. The child was waiting for his reply.

Don’t save the emperor, there is no emperor in the palace!

"Xiaoman, the Qi family army is the army led by Duke Ding. They will only obey Duke Ding's orders. It is useless to ask this brother. You have to tell Duke Ding and tell Duke Ding everything you know."

Yan Xuehuai's voice was like a stream in the mountains, neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low.

Xiaoman looked at her in shock: "I, I'm going to meet Duke Ding? Am I?"

"Xiaoman, do you believe in Duke Ding?" Yan Xuehuai looked at his eyes. It was the child's eyes, which were clearly black and white, and clear.

Xiaoman emphasized: "I believe it!"

He believed in Duke Ding, his father and brother believed in it, and he believed it too!

Yan Xuehuai raised her index finger and said to her lips: "Shh-Don't let my mother hear it. This is the matter between us, me, you and this brother. Let's go to see Duke Ding quietly. Are you okay?"

Xiaoman lowered his head and looked at his toes. The room was silent. After a long time, Xiaoman finally raised his head and clenched his two little hands hanging beside him into fists.

"good."

Just one word, it seemed like he had used all the strength of this child. His body was straight, but it made him look thinner.

Yan Xuehuai stretched out his hand, Xiaoman was stunned, Yan Xuehuai sighed: "Give me your hand."

Xiaoman then realized and stretched out his little hand.

Yan Xuehuai held his hand and walked out the door. Chai Yan looked at the backs of the siblings, remembering the fleeting shock of Yan Xuehuai's eyes when he looked at him and Xiaoman just now. His brows frowned slightly and followed quickly.

Qi Wei didn't expect that Chai Yan would go back.

He even more unexpectedly, there was a pair of siblings who followed Chai Yan.

"The ones who came with me were Miss Yan and her younger brother." Chai Yan said so.

Qi Wei was stunned. Miss Yan was Li Qiniang's daughter, her younger brother...

"Aunt Li recently adopted a child named Xiaoman, who was raised as a son," Chai Yan continued.

Qi Wei nodded, so that's it.

Chai Yan looked at Qi Wei's calm face and said, "Miss Yan and I are with Xiaoman, Xiaoman wants to see you."

Qi Wei's eyes were slightly narrowed, but he did not hesitate and nodded with a smile: "Okay, let that child come in."

Chai Yan turned around and went out. He pushed open the door and asked Xiaoman who was waiting outside the door to come in. The moment he passed by Xiaoman, Chai Yan patted Xiaoman on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, your sister and I are waiting for you outside."

In the kitchen, Lancao poked her head out, Meiyu patted her butt, and said angrily: "I have said it so many times. That young master, it's useless to think about it."

"He brought a girl," Lancao seemed to be talking to Meiyu, and she seemed to be talking to herself, "The waist is quite thin, but she has no butt. Oh, why do you like her?"

Meiyu sneered: "They are chinese, which chinese have a half-plate big butt?"

"Why haven't you seen it before? I've seen it too much." Lancao snorted coldly.

Meiyu spat: "You're sour, you're sour!"

Lancao rolled her eyes, shrank her head back, and sat on the bench in the stove: "That woman is so white, she has 80% worn two pounds of powder, as if it was coming out of her dough pocket."

Meiyu curled her lips: "If you have this skill, you should think about how to do our business in the future. Don't think about those who have it or not. Just that young master, it's obvious that it's in the clouds, so you can save money."

"I didn't think about those things that are not. I said early in the morning that I just wanted that master to love me, and I couldn't get tired of him. Besides, he was not at a loss with my face and body." Lancao reached out to caress his beautiful hair, and when she touched something with her fingers, she picked it down and saw that it was a grass stick.

Orchid threw the grass stick on the ground, stamped his feet, and cried: "Oh, I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm burning fire all day long, when will it be the end?"

Meiyu snorted and ignored her.

In the not-so-spacious courtyard of Meilanju, Yan Xue sat on the steps with her knees in her arms, Chai Yan sat down beside her and asked softly: "When you are in my study, why do you always look at me and Xiaoman?"

Yan Xuehuai turned his head and looked at Chai Yan: "Your nose is the same as Xiaoman's nose."

Chai Yan touched his nose, and Xiaoman's face appeared in front of him. Is Xiaoman's nose the same as his?

"After you say this, I remembered it. When I first met him, I felt that he looked familiar. He looked like Haozi... He looked a little like Haozi when he was a child. Really, I remembered that he looked like Haozi, Haozi when he was a child."

Chai Yan stood up suddenly and suddenly remembered that Yan Xuehuai was still sitting. He sat back again, suppressing the doubts in his heart, and asked, "Did you think of something?"

Yan Xuehuai asked back without answering: "Does he look very similar to your nephew?"

Chai Yan thought for a while and said, "He looks very similar to Haozi when he was a child. He was about three or four years old. Of course, I am talking about face, not size."

"Your nephew is not big now." Yan Xuehuai looked at him.

"Well, Haozi is one year younger than Xiaoman, only nine years old, but last year, he came to me," Chai Yan gestured for a while and continued, "I almost recognized him when I got home last year. My elder brother hired two masters to teach him martial arts. The boy was as sun-dried as a black charcoal head, tall and strong. If I didn't look carefully, I wouldn't recognize him..."

Chai Yan's voice stopped, he looked at Yan Xuehuai and asked, "Xiaoman is..."

Yan Xuehuai's eyes fell on a pot of flowers not far away, and she said softly: "Maybe."

After saying that, she laughed again: "Chai Yan, do you think my mother's luck is very good? Just pick it up and get a big trouble... a big trouble."

Chai Yan also laughed, laughing far-fetchedly, and he comforted her softly: "It's okay, don't worry."
Chapter completed!