"Thank you, Madam!" Fu Xi said happily, "The brothers all say that Madam is the best master."
"Hmm?" Fu Ciyi frowned.
"Mistress, it's the mistress." Fu Xi scratched his head and added, "I don't remember anything about my childhood. I don't know if anyone has ever been so kind to me. Anyway, the young lady has been very good to us."
"Oh, yes. I remember you mentioned that you had lost your memory and couldn't remember anything before you were rescued." Yan Funing frowned and looked at Fu Ciyi. "Husband, do you think Fu Xi is the little Ajian?"
Upon hearing the name of "Xiao Ajian", Fu Jiang, who had been hiding in the dark, appeared.
He looked at Fu Xi from left to right: "To be honest, Fu Xi's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to those of the Yang family."
"You all go have dinner first. Afterwards, follow me to East Third Street," Yan Funing ordered. "And while we're at it, let's see if there's anything that needs to be changed at Fufeng Restaurant."
Regardless of whether Fu Xi is Xiao Ajian or not, let the Yang family recognize him first.
Everyone agreed.
Half an hour later, the group set off.
Pang Gaozhuo also wanted to go to the restaurant, so he followed them.
On the road, Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi were in a separate car.
Seeing his stern expression, Yan Funing asked him, "Does my husband look unhappy?"
"Today is such an important day, and with all these random things popping up, how can I be happy?"
"Why is today important?" Yan Funing was puzzled.
"Didn't you promise me to wash your hands more often..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Funing covered his mouth and chuckled: "I remember that. Wasn't that something that happened tonight?"
Mainly because she was nervous.
Time passed by in an instant, very slowly.
Might as well find something to do.
As she spoke, she took out a pearl hairpin from her sleeve pocket and placed it in his palm.
"Husband, can you help me put on the hairpin?"
After hearing what her mother said, she felt complicated, but also sweet.
After lunch, she went back to her room to get the pearl hairpin.
Fu Ciyi carefully pinned the pearl hairpin into her hair: "This hairpin is worthless. Why are you wearing it with your current status?"
"My husband's love is very precious." Yan Funing stroked the pearl hairpin and turned to look at him. "Does it look good?"
"You know?" he asked.
"My mother told me after I came back from the palace. If she didn't tell me, are you not going to tell me?"
"Back then, I didn't have money and couldn't afford expensive things." Fu Ciyi said frankly, "Now that you want to open a gold and silver shop, I must invest in it so that I can make the most expensive and novel jewelry and hair accessories for my wife."
Hearing this, Yan Funing's eyes welled up with moisture. She threw herself into his arms and asked in a muffled voice, "You bought me a mirror. Was it because you were afraid I wouldn't accept it that you also gave Nan Yao an identical one?"
"I don't know how to please a woman."
I don’t even know how to express it.
At that time, he would think that if other women had hair accessories, his wife should also have some.
Yan Funing raised her head in his arms, her eyes filled with tears, and her rosy and tender lips took the initiative to kiss him.
Fu Ciyi was stunned for a moment, but quickly turned from passive to active.
After a long time, he let her go and gently wiped the water off her lips with his thumb.
"Little sprite, don't hook me in the car."
"knew."
Yan Funing sat aside obediently.
The snow on the road was barely melted, so traffic was moving slowly.
Fu Ciyi looked at her sitting by the window with a smile on his face the whole time. He saw her touching the pearl hairpin with her little hand from time to time, and a radiant smile appeared at the corners of her seductive lips.
She is really well behaved and nice.
With her current status, she has everything she wants, but a worthless pearl hairpin can make her so happy.
The car finally arrived at East Third Street.
The car stopped outside the jade shop and Yan Funing got out with the help of Fu Ciyi.
Seeing several cars and many people coming, Yang Shu came out in surprise: "Miss, son-in-law, young master, why are you all here?"
Yan Funing raised her hand and asked Fu Xi to step forward. She introduced him, "This is the person next to Master Fu. He doesn't remember anything from his childhood, but he remembers being rescued from a mass grave. Can you identify him? Is he Little Ajian?"
Yan Bojian also said: "If necessary, a blood test is also possible."
Yang Shu frowned and looked at Fu Xi. After a moment, he excitedly shouted into the shop: "Yu Tang, Zheng Shi, come and take a look."
Hearing the sound, the couple hurried out.
"Looks like Xiao Ajian." Yang Yutang stared at the young man in his early twenties and asked his wife, "Do you think he looks like him?"
Zheng was already sobbing: "It looks exactly like her."
Fu Xi was confused: "I don't know you."
He really didn't recognize him.
"So, Fu Xi is little Ajian?" Fu Jiang stepped forward. "Grandpa, adoptive parents, after all, so many years have passed. Just saying they look alike isn't enough to prove it. Think about it, does little Ajian have anything on him that can prove his identity?"
Fu Ciyi said, "If not, let's just do a blood test."
"Yes," Zheng said loudly, "There's a scar on our son's butt. It was pecked by a neighbor's goose."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Xi immediately covered his butt.
Fu Jiang looked at him with a smile: "Is it true?"
Pang Gaozhuo was eager to watch the fun: "Just take a look and you'll know."
"This is on the street!" Fu Xi blushed, not to mention that there was a woman there.
Fu Jiang laughed out loud: "Go to the house and look, I can help you. If Fu Xiruo is really Xiao Ajian, then we will be brothers from now on."
"Just a sworn brother." Fu Hu sneered.
"Never mind." Fu Jiang pulled Fu Xi into the house.
The Yang family hurriedly followed in.
In the back room, Fu Xi was about to take off his pants, but when he looked up and saw the three Yang family members had arrived, his face flushed red. "Let Fu Jiang help."
Yang Shu said, "If you really have a scar, I am your grandfather."
Yang Yutang said, "If you really have a scar, I am your father."
Zheng said, "If you really have a scar, even if I were your mother, you wouldn't have worn clothes when I gave birth to you."
Yang Shu added, "Ah Jiang has seen it, and even if it is there, it is just there. We in the Yang family need to confirm the shape of the scar, so that we can confirm whether you are our little Ah Jian."
"That makes sense, that makes sense, hurry up and take it off." Fu Jiang pushed Fu Xi, "Turn around and just expose the scar. I don't want you to take it off completely."
Fu Xi took a deep breath, turned his back, lifted the hem of his suit, unzipped a corner of his pants, and pulled it down.
Revealing an arc-shaped scar.
The Yang family members widened their eyes.
"Yes, it's little Ajian!" Zheng cried out, "Son, you're finally back!"
Fu Xi quickly pulled up his pants and fastened his belt: "Am I really Xiao Ajian?"
"Yes!" Yang Shu nodded heavily. "Your name is Yang Jian. Before you were taken away by the prince's men, you asked me to make you a small jade sword."
Although he didn't remember it, Fu Xi's eyes were still filled with tears.
He pulled out the small jade sword from his neck: "I have the small jade sword now. The young lady gave it to me."
Yang Yutang and Zheng hugged Fu Xi and burst into tears.
Fu Jiang wiped his tears and said, "I'm glad I found it, I'm glad I found it!"
The poplar tree cried while smiling, tears streaming down its face.
He hurried out of the house and walked up to Yan Funing and Fu Ciyi. He wanted to kneel down excitedly, but they supported him.
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