Reborn from the ashes: The Fifth Miss Devil

"Indeed, when I came here, I was afraid of being targeted by interested people, so I changed my face. Please don't take offense to my grandfather and three uncles." Dao Shi explained.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, we can all understand. Good boy, you have been wronged." Mrs. Xiahou patted the knife's hand, then pulled him to his seat, and ordered, "Xiao An, you What are you still doing in a daze, let the housekeeper bring someone in and pour tea for a few guests."

"Uh... yes, yes." Xia Houan regained his composure, turned around and strode outside.

"Everyone, please sit down. Just now, we were rude." Xia Houhong pointed to the chair on the right and said to Yun Jingchu.

"Mr. Xiahou don't mind, we can understand." Yun Jingchu and the three nodded, and sat on the chair on the right, leaving the first chair on the right for the knife that was being held by the old man Xiahou.

After a while, the butler came in with a few servants, quickly put refreshments and fruits on the small table next to the few people in the room, and then retreated under Xia Houhong's signal.

"Father, let Qi'er sit down and talk. Now that Qi'er is back, the future will be long. Father and Qi'er have plenty of time to cultivate their relationship." Xia Houhong smiled and said to the old master Xiahou who was holding the knife.

"As a father, I just thought that I haven't seen Qi'er for so many years. Now that I saw Qi'er for the first time, I was so excited. Qi'er, sit down, I have a lot to ask you." The old man Xiahou blinked with tears in his eyes. Eyes, pointing to the lower right head position.

"Yes, grandfather." Dao took a few steps back and sat on the chair.

"Qi'er, tell your grandfather, how have you lived all these years? 20 years ago, after I sent someone to escort you and your mother to escape from the palace, I never heard from you again. Later, I asked your The three uncles brought people to look for you in secret, but they didn't find any news. What happened? Where have you been all these years? How are you doing? Have you suffered..." Old Mrs. Xiahou said, and then Excited, asked a series of questions.

"Okay, father, don't worry. Let Qi'er drink a sip of water first, and then tell you slowly. You ask a bunch of questions, which one should Qi'er answer first?" Xia Houhong smiled and comforted Xiahou Granny.

"Okay, okay, Qi'er, are you thirsty? Drink some tea first, and then talk to grandpa." Grandpa Xiahou nodded repeatedly.

"Yes." Knife is not thirsty, but he needs time to calm down, organize his thoughts, and organize his words. Moreover, there is a long paragraph to say next, and he also needs to replenish his saliva.

Looking at the knife and drinking water, the old master Xiahou finally had time to turn his eyes to the three of Yun Jingchu...

"Father, they are Qi'er's friends, and it is said that they are friends who have died." Xia Houhong said.

"This junior has met the old man." Yun Jingchu and the three got up and bowed to the old man Xiahou.

"You three don't need to be too polite, please sit down quickly. You are Qi'er's friends, friends of my Xiahou family. Thank you for taking care of Qi'er for so many years." The old man Xiahou said with a warm face.

This situation, already loves the house and crows.

"I don't dare to do it, it's... Brother Xuanyuan has been taking care of me for so many years." Yun Jingchu said hastily.What he said was completely true.

Except that she kept the knife at the beginning, and later, the knife has been working for her.