The cute Zaizai who complained everywhere relieved Jiang Muhan's depressed mood a lot.
In the eyes of everyone who was either accusing or holding back laughter, Jiang Muhan had no choice but to compromise and eat first.
However, as he ate, Jiang Muhan always felt something strange.
How could a six-year-old Zaizai read his mind? ?
Knowing that he didn't really want to betroth her to someone else, and knowing that he actually couldn't bear to part with her at all, she used such a trick to make him compromise.
Jiang Muhan felt extremely uncomfortable being peered into his heart for the first time.
The expression that had just calmed down immediately turned cold and solemn, and even his voice was a bit cold, "Good boy." ?.?????.ℂ??
The little Zaizai, who was munching on the big bone, raised his oily face when he heard this, blinked his round eyes, and looked at him questioningly.
"You..." Jiang Muhan didn't know how to mention it to his beloved little baby. He hated the feeling of being guessed by others.
"Guo Guo?" Xiao Zai Zai tilted his head, squinted his eyes and smiled, awkwardly picking up a piece of tender lotus root with chopsticks, "Eat Guo Guo~~"
Jiang Muhan's thin lips moved again and again, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.
He leaned forward, suppressed the awkwardness in his heart, and ate the tender lotus roots fed to Xiao Zaizai.
A piece of tender lotus root suppressed the darkness that was about to stir in Jiang Muhan's heart.
After eating, Xiao Zaizai willfully asked Jiang Muhan to sleep with her in the small yard.
The little Zaizai held his sleeves and shook them, and put his little hands together to pray and pray, he just tried his best.
Jiang Muhan had no way to refuse.
At night, the little Zaizai got into bed, patted himself, and begged with bright eyes, "I want Guo Guo, so I can coax you to sleep."
Jiang Muhan's wheelchair was parked beside the bed.
After taking that pill at night, the cold poison that had occurred was miraculously suppressed.
Even the silver fox cloak was taken off, and he was sitting in the candlelight of Xiwei wearing only the thin black crane suit. Even his pale and deathly complexion looked much better.
Jiang Muhan said helplessly, "My dear, you are more clingy than ever today."
"Because, Guobai likes Guo Guo~" Xiao Zai Zai grinned his white milk teeth, "Guo Guo, don't be unhappy."
Jiang Muhan paused, "When has brother ever been unhappy?"
The little Zaizai held one of his hands in her arms as before, feeling sleepy, her round little cat eyes half-closed, and her voice was wild and soft, "Guo Guo, I'm not happy when I'm eating."
"Guo Guo is unhappy, Guo Guo, don't be good," Xiao Zai Zai buried his clean white face in Jiang Muhan's palm and said sadly, "But Gua Gua knows, Guo Guo doesn't really want to be good."
"So," the sleepy little girl said with a vague murmur, "obediently make Guoguo happy~"
Jiang Muhan was stunned.
It turns out that Xiao Zaizai didn't see through his mind.
Xiao Zaizai just felt that his brother was unhappy.
That's why I have to do everything possible to make my brother happy.
Jiang Muhan's eyes were hot, and he felt that the cold poison that he had finally suppressed was about to break out again because of the emotion in his heart at this moment.
The little Zaizai fell asleep quickly.
Even if she was already asleep, she would hold his hand tightly and wouldn't let go. As long as he moved a little bit, she would choke in her sleep and beg, "Guo Guo, please be good..."
It seemed like Zaizai was more afraid of separation than he was.
It seems that in Xiao Zaizai's heart, he is not a gelding that everyone hates, but the best and best treasure in the world, a god who is very, very needed.
It was as if there was a bright light shining brightly in his dead and dark life.
Jiang Muhan's heart ached, and when he lowered his head, the moisture that had been holding in his eyes for a long time turned into a few crystal clear tears and fell, seeping into his clothes and disappearing.
Jiang Muhan stayed by the sleeping little Zaizai all night.
At dawn, some hope of living well ignited in his dry heart.
The old beggar used half a bowl of Zaizai's blood to refine a dozen antidotes. Jiang Muhan hid them on his body and decided to work hard to stay alive first.
The next day, Jiang Muhan kept his promise and took the small group to the Zhongyong Hou Mansion.
Xiao Zaizai was worried about his younger brother and decided to follow him.
Not only is the Zhongyong Marquis Mansion under the shadow of its ancestors, but the surviving descendants are all kind-hearted people. Therefore, even though the location was not very good when the mansion was originally built, it is still full of auspiciousness everywhere.
Although the current Marquis Zhongyong also hated Jiang Muhan, he heard that there were two little babies, so he invited them in.
Xiao Zaizai held Jiang Muhan's hand and looked around, curious and surprised.
In Xiao Zaizai's eyes, the flowers, plants, trees, and even the rockery stones here are filled with a layer of pure white auspiciousness. Just walking among them, she is like a little flower that has seen the sun, and her whole body feels comfortable. It’s about to bloom!
Before they could reach the banquet hall, they heard Yan Yue's joyful voice, "Governor Jiang! Sister Qiao Zhi! Ouch!"
Yan Yue held his waist and limped towards them, grinning and asking, "Why are you here? Hey, who is this little potato?"
"Brother Yan Yue," Xiao Zaizai called obediently, "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't mention it, ouch," Yan Yue rubbed his lower back, "I broke my leg on the first day you went to Taixue, and I hit my waist again today, ouch, it hurts.
