Chapter 895 There is a poor little boy in my family 14
Seeing them helping each other to leave, Qing Wu lowered her slender eyelashes and stared at the ground and thought for a while. It wasn't until the cold wind blew in that it hurt her face that she slowly moved back to the house. inside.
Afterwards, it is said that the second aunt returned to her yard and smashed a lot of things, acted a little crazy, and muttered: "What child? She is not a child...she is a monster! Yes, a monster! She is a monster!"
That night, she contracted a cold and had a high fever that didn't go away. She stayed in bed for more than half a month.
When the old lady sent someone to visit, she asked about her strange behavior that day. She froze for a while and then replied with a smile: "It's all nonsense. I don't remember much. At that time... I was probably sick and confused. ”
Qingwu was not surprised when he heard the news.
There is an extra child in the general's mansion, so naturally it cannot be concealed.
When the old lady rarely called her over to have lunch with her, she accidentally asked about Yun Yiqing.
"I heard that you brought back a child who is only two years old, but what's the origin?"
Glancing at the maids waiting beside her, she lowered her head and answered softly, appearing very obedient: "He is just the grandson of an old slave in her granddaughter's courtyard. Her granddaughter liked him very much, so she kept him. Be a companion.”
"Since you like him, it's not a bad idea to keep him, but you have to tell grandma in advance about this kind of thing in the future. Do you understand?"
The kind-hearted old lady put a chopstick into her small rice bowl and then continued: "Have you finished copying the etiquette rules I asked you to copy?"
Although she was five years old, her behavior of running away from home without saying a word had hurt the general's face, so she still had to be punished.
It is punishment to copy the "Etiquette" three times.
Thinking of the thick book Qing Wu: "...No."
It’s not easy to write in a crooked way to imitate a child’s handwriting!
"Well, don't be in a hurry, copy slowly. Let's eat."
There was no sign of anger on her face.
As for the adopted daughter adopted by her son, she loves the house as much as she loves the little girl. She still loves this little girl.
It's just that in the past two years, due to the death of her son and daughter-in-law, as well as her husband's march and war, she was exhausted mentally and physically, so she had no time to take care of her.
After the meal, the maids cleared away all the food left on the table. The old lady looked at her personal slave, waved her hand lightly and said, "You can go down too, it will be nice if Qingwu is here to accompany me."
"Yes."
Suddenly, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the room.
She looked at the little girl sitting there, a smile flashed in her tired eyes.
"But do you have something to say to grandma?"
When she was talking just now, she kept glancing at the maids around her, obviously having some scruples.
Qingwu nodded when he heard this, and got off the stool with his short legs. She walked up to the other party and put her hands on her knees obediently.
The old lady looked down at her, thinking she was trying to act coquettishly.
Who would have thought that this little five-year-old girl looked at her seriously, and then said something that was no less than a bolt from the blue.
She said: "He is your grandson."
"..."
The old lady was stunned and did not react.
But then, her smile faded a little, and she rubbed her head with rough hands, "You kid, what are you talking about?"
Qingwu licked the corner of his lower lip and told her seriously: "Grandma, Yiqing is the child that my mother worked hard to give birth to. She is my younger brother. I am not kidding."
If there is anyone else in the general's mansion who can be trusted, it is this old man.
Therefore, Yiqing's identity still needs to be told to her.
(End of chapter)