Chapter 8 No one can take away her empire (8)

Qian Yan didn't stay in the house for a while when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from outside, and a child about six years old quickly ran into the house.

The child's eyes turned red when he saw her, and he ran to her as if to hug her, threw himself on her and hugged her, and said in a crying voice, "Mom."

Qian Yan was hugged fiercely, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although she wasn't used to being in such close contact with someone, she didn't push him away. She didn't want to hurt the child for no reason, and she didn't forget about this mission.

She recalled in her mind the original owner's attitude towards the child. The original owner rarely held the child.

The original owner didn't have time at all, and lingering on her feelings for the child would make the child reluctant to leave her, and she couldn't go to war with peace of mind. In the heart of the original owner, he owed a lot to these two children.

The original owner thought that if he handed over the two children to He Qingshan, he would definitely train them well, but little did he know that He Qingshan had no such intention from the beginning. In He Qingshan's heart, He Wenqian could never inherit the throne. He didn't teach He Wenqian much. He just wanted to teach He Wenqian how to play and let him teach some relatively simple things. That gentleman was the person arranged by He Qingshan.

Qian Yan patted He Wenqian's head. He Wenqian glanced at her secretly and found that she was not pushed away by her mother today. She felt slightly relieved. He wanted to hold his mother for a little longer, just a little longer.

"I'll find you a teacher."

"Mom, are you talking to the child?"

"Yes." Qian Yan responded lightly. At this time, she found that Xun Zihuai had gone somewhere. "He should be able to teach you everything except martial arts. You can use this person as you like. His life is mine. He His name is Xunzihuai."

Xun Zihuai heard this sentence when he walked in and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Mom, are you talking about him?" He Wenqian looked at Xun Zihuai with suspicion, "Can he teach children? Don't all gentlemen have long beards? They are not so good-looking."

Xun Zihuai was unhappy: "That's an ordinary gentleman. I'm not ordinary. I'm more talented than them. But you think I'm good-looking, which means you have a good taste."

"What did you do?" Qian Yan asked.

Xun Zihuai leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to ask Ling Shier what she put in the soup cup. What do you think it is?"

Qian Yan was surprised. Did he really ask?

"How could she tell you?"

"The mountain man has his own clever plan." Xun Zihuai looked mysterious, "I can make her lose her mind temporarily and say whatever she asks."

System 666: [It should be something like hypnosis, which can confuse the person and make him forget what happened in the middle. Lord host, this person is not simple. 】

As for telling the host to be careful, it was unnecessary. He felt that it was Xun Zihuai who should be careful.

"Sister, don't you want to know what's in the soup cup?"

"What is it?"

Xun Zihuai lowered his voice: "Ling Shier's spit, now she has suffered a lot. Who told her to meet you, my sister? She should be sick when she sees soup recently."

"Xun Zihuai, will you accept this child?" Qian Yan asked instead.

Xun Zihuai lowered his head to look at the six-year-old child who was leaning next to Qian Yan. He squatted down after looking at it with a strange expression on his face and a surprised look on his face. Miraculously, this child's fate seems to have changed a lot.

It was obviously supposed to be a sign of premature aging, so why did it suddenly turn into an emperor's sign?

He looked up again to see Qian Yan. It was interesting. It was interesting. He made the right choice to follow her.

He set his sights on He Wenxuan's crib again. He would come back to see the little girl later when she had grown up. He wondered if her fate had also changed like this.