Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 4 Chapter 6: The Empress Is Scared

At this point, Yan Jiujiu can basically conclude that this man, who seems to be only in his early twenties, should be a certain elder brother of this body. As for the elder brother, it is always right to call him elder brother.

"Brother." Yan Jiujiu's eyebrows were crooked, and she felt a little treacherous in her heart. After all, she was a modern person, newcomer, easy to get through.

The man was slightly stunned. Sister Qingcheng, who always called him big brother, suddenly changed her name to brother, and there was an indescribable awkwardness.

The man was about to speak, when there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, and then Yan Aoxiong, surrounded by all the clan members and servants, stepped in quickly.

The man moved the wheelchair back slightly, looked at the face of the visitor, was a little surprised, then stepped out of the way, sideways and respectfully called out, "Father".

Yan Aoxiong stopped and took a deep look at him, "Mu Yang is inconvenient, why did he come here alone?"

"I was nearby, and when I saw everyone rushing out of the mourning hall in a panic, I wanted to see what happened, but I never thought that Qingcheng...was resurrected from the dead." Yan Muyang explained lightly.

Hearing this, Yan Aoxiong looked in disbelief at the woman in red standing in the center of the mourning hall, holding a baby doll in her arms, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the two of them blankly.

"Cheng'er...is it really you? Are you really alive? Are you really still alive?"

Yan Jiujiu hadn't had time to travel through the time difference, let alone absorb the difference in identity and background. So many related people came all at once, and it was really overwhelming.

But calm down and do a little analysis. The person in front of you is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is well-maintained, looks refreshed, has a resolute face, with the word Sichuan hidden between his brows. People who do.

He has a strong character, but also exudes a Confucianism, and he is well-dressed, obviously he is still a cultured martial artist.

The young man named Mu Yang called the middle-aged man's father, presumably this person is also the father of this body, crossing spare tires, multiple fathers are always good.

This father's clothes show that I am a rich man. Looking at the mansion in front of me, it is comparable to Prince Gong's Mansion in Beijing. It must be of extraordinary status. In any age, it is always good to fight for your father.

Besides, the three "true" rhetorical questions from this father are enough to prove that the owner of this body is not unconcerned, at least this father still cares a little.

Thus, Yan Jiujiu nodded like a chick pecking at rice, for fear that his dear father would fly away.

Yan Aoxiong stepped forward excitedly, then stopped suddenly, pointed at the child in Yan Jiujiu's arms, frowned and asked, "Who is this child..."

child?

Yan Jiujiu lowered his head and glanced at the little evildoer who had been quietly throwing himself on her chest, and then he came to his senses.

This body suddenly came back to life, holding a son who fell from the sky in its arms, and was being questioned by his father, who obviously didn't know that the son was hers.

Looking at myself dressed in a phoenix crown and Xiapei, it is obvious that my current identity must be a girl with yellow flowers who is not married to Yunying...

But what happened to the friend who escaped just now?

Yan Jiujiu quickly analyzed the situation in front of him in his head, trying to find a reason to fool around.

Unexpectedly, that little evildoer's bare buttocks kicked on her chest, her little arms quickly hung around her neck, her face was buried in the base of her neck, and she cried out loudly with an air of steadfast determination: "Mother, mother, be afraid, be afraid!..."

Yan Jiujiu's mouth twitched, and there was a black line on his forehead.

(End of this chapter)