Chapter 897 There is a poor little 16 in my family
"That girl, who do you think... it could be?" The old lady touched her white and tender hand and asked tentatively.
I originally thought she would guess it was the second aunt, but she thought for a moment and said softly: "The most powerful person."
"..."
The most powerful person is the nine-five-year-old man on the dragon throne.
The look on the old lady's face was a little serious. After staring at her for a long time, he sighed quietly and rubbed her head.
"You kid..."
These words were filled with emotion and helplessness.
Before this, she had never realized that she was so smart, precocious, and almost astoundingly wise. If he is well cultivated, he may be no worse than those men.
After the two chatted in the room, the old lady excused herself to go to her courtyard for a walk, so she went back to Qingyuan with her.
As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw a little guy sitting on a stool, holding a piece of glutinous rice cake in his little hand and eating it in small bites.
Two maids were watching from the side.
Yun Yiqing was eating when she heard the sound of soft footsteps. When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure. His eyes brightened, he put away the uneaten pastries, climbed off the stool and ran towards her.
Holding one of her hands with two small hands, he raised his head and called out "sister" in a soft voice. Then he glanced at an old lady beside her, a little curious, but didn't ask any more questions.
Qingwu squeezed his cold hand and asked, "Why don't you stay in the house? It's cold in the courtyard."
He said: "Wait for sister."
In this strange place, he only likes to stay with his sister.
"Go in."
"Yeah", he nodded obediently.
When the neglected old lady saw this delicate child, her eyes immediately turned red, and her old lips couldn't help trembling.
Like...
It really looks like my son when he was a child. She calmed her expression, her hands trembling under her sleeves, but there was no emotion on her face.
She smiled kindly and said, "Girl, this is the first time grandma has come to your courtyard. Let's show grandma around here."
"Okay."
After sending away the maids who were following them, the three of them entered the room.
Sitting on the beauty's couch, the old lady couldn't hold back her inner excitement and stretched out her hands towards Yun Yiqing, trying not to scare him.
"Is this child the one you brought back? He looks really cute. Come here and let me take a good look."
Feeling the kindness she released, Yun Yiqing did not move, but looked at the people around her, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were dark and clear.
Qingwu let him go and pushed her closer to the old lady: "Go."
Then he walked over with small steps.
Seeing the other person put his hands into his palms, as if he was excited and a little sad, he pursed his lips, feeling a little confused.
I recalled that everyone in the courtyard had called her "Old Madam" with respect just now, so I imitated her and shouted: "Old Madam?"
His voice was childish, as if it was the first time he called someone like this, and his speech was a bit slurred.
The old lady responded awkwardly: "Oh, okay... okay, good boy."
Seeing that he was exactly the same as her eldest son, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She turned her head to the side, and when she looked back a few seconds later, there was already a gentle smile on her face.
Patting the back of his hand gently, she said with a smile: "I look at you, and I feel happy for some reason. If you don't mind, how about you follow the Qingwu girl and call me grandma?"
Seeing the little guy looking towards him again, Qing Wu shrugged innocently, with a laissez-faire expression that said you decide whether to shout or not.
So Xiao Yiqing, who was only two years old, tilted her head slightly in confusion.
(End of chapter)