Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 192 Young Master Is Not the Son of a General
After finishing speaking, Xuan Shaoye looked at Nanfeng Shaojue calmly.

silence.

Deathly silence.

A few wisps of wind rolled a few swaying leaves in the yard, spinning and falling.

Nanfeng Shaojue's expression was calm, and his warm eyes were as clear as water.

Xuan Shaoye was dressed in elegant clothes, and his golden eyepatch was as gorgeous as the sun.

The two stood facing each other.

"I can give you time to think about it." Xuan Shaoye sighed.

The trees in the yard were blown by the wind and made a rustling sound, as if they were lamenting.

"Shaojue, we are blood brothers, whether you admit it or not, we will always be." Xuan Shaoye's gaze was firm.

"How did you know?" Nanfeng Shaojue touched his face. His face was seven or eight points similar to Nanfeng Zihe's, and he was five or six times like his father, General Nanfeng. Most people would not suspect that he was not General's son.

"You mean you're wearing a human skin mask?" Xuan Shaoye smiled evilly.

Nanfeng Shaojue did not speak, expressing his acquiescence.

"Because I am the unique Xuan Shaoye in the world, of course I know." Xuan Shaoye said in a very embarrassing manner.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Nan Feng Shaojue reached out and punched him on the shoulder.

Xuan Shaoye laughed out loud.

Nanfeng Shaojue's lips moved, and a word rolled out of his throat:

"elder brother."

Hearing the sound, Xuan Shaoye's smile froze on his lips, and he blinked blankly.

Excitement, joy and other emotions bloomed in his eyes, Xuan Shaoye looked at him: "Call again."

Nan Feng Shaojue pursed his lips, and said impatiently: "When did you become so wordy?"

"Call again!" Xuan Shaoye repeated seriously.

Nanfeng Shaojue looked at him, smiled helplessly, and called out the title that Xuan Shaoye had been looking forward to for countless days and nights: "Brother."

"Hey, it feels pretty good." Xuan Shaoye smiled beautifully, looking careless, but his eyes were full of joy.

Looking at his smile, Nanfeng Shaojue felt guilty.

"I'm in a good mood today, let me tell you how I found you!" Xuan Shaoye laughed, "Mo Zhu is the lord of the first house of the Dark Night Palace. So I never found you, until——until the day when the Prophecy Stone changed, Mo Zhu's talent was fully activated, and it was only then that I found you."

"You looking for me?" Nanfeng Shaojue frowned slightly, "What are you looking for me for?"

"Are you an idiot?" Xuan Shaoye looked at him amusedly, "Although I grew up under the adoption of my foster father, my talent is perception, so I know I have a younger brother, but I don't know Where, Mo Zhu helped me find you later. At first I didn’t believe you were, after all, you looked very similar to General Nanfeng, but later——I secretly took your clothes and felt it, and found that you were really me younger brother."

Nan Feng Shaojue coughed dryly, "What about your adoptive father?"

"Father?..." Xuan Shaoye's eyes showed nostalgia, "Father passed away when I was ten years old."

"Sorry." Seeing that Xuan Shaoye seemed a little sad, Nanfeng Shaojue changed the subject and said, "Actually, I have worn a human skin mask on my face since I was a child, and my mother will secretly change it for me every year. My real appearance is probably not like this .”

"Mother? You mean Qing Ronglan?" Xuan Shaoye didn't like Qing Ronglan at all.

Shaojue is his younger brother, but why did he become the young master of the General's Mansion?

And himself—was adopted by his adoptive father?

Xuan Shaoye's pupils were dim and uncertain.

"When the right time comes, my identity will no longer be Nanfeng Shaojue."

"What?" Xuan Shaoye didn't understand what he meant.

"Maybe I will find a suitable opportunity to fake my death, and then restore my original appearance, and I will no longer be the Second Young Master of the General's Mansion." Nanfeng Shaojue's voice was clear and moist as if it came from the horizon.

"Are you doing it for Nanfengqing?" Xuan Shaoye's lips curled up into a cold smile.

"Not all. By the way, Mother said she wanted to see you." Nanfeng Shaojue frowned again.

"Qing Ronglan? What does she want to see me for?" Xuan Shaoye was very hostile to her.

"She is my mother who has raised me for 17 years!" Nanfeng Shaojue emphasized.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Qingrong. Ma'am, does she want to see me?" Xuan Shaoye curled his lips.

"Aren't you going?" Nanfeng Shaojue asked.

"Go, how can you not go." Xuan Shaoye shrugged, "Hey, by the way, why isn't your little sister Qing'er with you?"

"Qing'er? She—probably on her way back to the academy." Nanfeng Shaojue lowered his eyes, his expression darkened.

"Oh..." Xuan Shaoye sighed, and suddenly, as if he had realized something, he asked Nanfeng Shaojue angrily, "You knew you were not the general's child, right?!"

"My mother told me when I was very young."

"No wonder you like Nanfengqing! Love with each passing day?" Xuan Shaoye said disdainfully.

"Hehe..." Nanfeng Shaojue smiled and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)