Fusu was not there, so he was sent to keep an eye on the Feiyue Theater. The poor kid didn't know it was a misunderstanding, and he painfully spent ten taels of silver to go in and watch the opera.

The three little ones played wildly for the whole day and then fell asleep in the carriage. Su Xiaoxiao held two of them and Xing'er held one.

Ah Fu parked the carriage at the entrance of the inn, handed it to the waiter, took a child from Su Xiaoxiao, and the three of them went upstairs.

Xing'er took off Dahu's clothes, gently placed them on the bed, and pulled the quilt over him: "Miss, I will go get some hot water."

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao put Erhu down and said to Ah Fu, "Give me Xiaohu. You've been tired all day. Go and have a rest."

"Let me wait for the young master." Ah Fu said.

Su Xiaoxiao took off the coats of the two little guys: "No, I'll just wait for him."

"Yes." Ah Fu hesitated for a moment and finally went back to the house.

After the hot water came, Su Xiaoxiao and Xing'er gave the three children a bath. Wei Ting had not returned yet.

Su Xiaoxiao murmured: "Where did this guy go?"

…

In Zhuge Qing's room, Wei Ting successfully stayed there by relying on his series of clever moves.

Not only that, he even went a step further and climbed into his brother's bed.

If Zhuge Qing's legs hadn't been unable to move, he would have kicked him down long ago.

Ah Yuan thoughtfully brought over a pile of clean clothes and said, "Sir, the ground is cold, and you might get caught in the cold. Please change your clothes first."

After lying on the ground, she dared to crawl onto the husband's bed. Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by the husband? But the husband is a mysophobe.

"Oh, you are so thoughtful."

Wei Ting readily changed into Zhuge Qing's clean clothes.

He was only seventeen when the Wei family went to the border, and he didn't seem so tall. On the contrary, Wei Qing was a martial artist, so his clothes were always too loose and long for Wei Ting.

But now——

"Brother, you have lost a lot of weight. Your clothes are too small for me."

Wei Ting put on the belt and tightened it tightly.

Zhuge Qing said nothing.

He was only wearing his pajamas, with his outer robe aside.

Zhuge Qing said: "Put on your outer robe."

"No, young people are hot-tempered, not cold!"

After that, he climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged on the inside, and looked at Zhuge Qing without blinking, "Second brother, take off your mask. I already recognized you anyway."

Zhuge Qing said calmly: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Ting took off his mask.

Zhuge Qing, who wanted to kill him, said: "..."

Wei Ting actually wanted to see if his second brother's appearance had changed. After all, his sixth brother was disfigured and his eldest brother had new tattoos on his face... Fortunately, his second brother still had the same appearance as before.

It's just that he has lost too much weight, it's heartbreaking to see him.

The second brother is only one year younger than the eldest brother, but because the eldest brother is the eldest son and the heir of the Wei family, he has had more responsibilities than his other brothers since he was young and has correspondingly less time for himself.

Most of the younger brothers in the family are taken care of by the second oldest brother.

He and his sixth brother were the youngest children in the family and also the most mischievous. When he was beaten for being naughty, he would look for his second brother; when he got into trouble, he would look for his second brother; when he fell and was hurt, he would look for his second brother. Sometimes when he played hide-and-seek and his sixth brother couldn't find him, he would fall asleep while hiding, and when he woke up he would find himself lying on his second brother's back.

He still remembers the evening in the capital, the orange-red sunset, and the young man's thin and warm back.

He tilted his head and asked, "Second brother, how did you find me?"

The young man smiled and said, "No matter where Xiao Qi is, Second Brother can find Xiao Qi."

Second brother, this time it’s Xiaoqi’s turn to come find you and take you home.

…

“A-choo!”

“A-choo!”

“A-choo!”

After sneezing three times in a row, Wei Ting successfully became a minor patient.

A Yuan brought in a brazier and a clean thick quilt.

Wei Ting wrapped himself in a quilt.

Not wearing an outer robe was his last act of stubbornness!

"Make a bowl of ginger soup." Zhuge Qing ordered calmly.

A Yuan went to make a bowl of Cordyceps and ginger soup.

Wei Ting sniffed it and refused proudly, "I won't drink it without sugar."

Zhuge Qing looked at him coldly.

Wei Ting received his glare and said resentfully, "Second brother, you were not so fierce before... Well, you were."

Under Zhuge Qing's sharp gaze, Wei Ting drank the ginger soup obediently.

While he stood up and handed the empty bowl to Yuan, he leaned on Zhuge Qing's quilt inconspicuously.

Zhuge Qing said calmly: "The legs are still there."

Wei Ting raised his hand again.

Zhuge Qing: "The right leg is also there."

Wei Ting moved downwards again without making a sound.

Zhuge Qing: "Both feet are there."

Wei Ting sat back on the bed without changing his expression.

"Yuan, come here!"

As soon as Yuan walked out of the house, he saw Mei Ji waving at him at the end of the corridor.

He walked over with the empty bowl.

The killer was there too, but he was good at hiding, so Yuan only discovered him when he got closer.

"Meiji." Yuan greeted.

Mei Ji said, "Let me ask you, who is that person inside? What is his relationship with you, sir?"

Yuan replied: "He is the father of the triplets."

Meiji waved her hands: "I know this, I saw it, I asked him his last name and name."

A Yuan shook his head: "I don't know, I just heard him call himself Xiao Qi."

"Xiao Qi, what's that name?" Mei Ji frowned slightly and touched her bright red lips with her slender white fingertips. "What's his relationship with Mr.?"

"His name is Mr..." Yuan shook his head again, "I can't say."

Meiji glared at him and said, "Sir, you let the people into the house openly and honestly, and you didn't ask us to avoid suspicion. You can tell me."

Yuan thought the same thing: "I heard him call Mr. Second Brother."

Mei Ji was startled: "Second, second brother?"

"Yeah." Yuan nodded, "He also climbed into the master's bed, wearing dirty clothes. The master didn't kill him, and even asked me to make ginger soup for him."

"Sir, can you be so gentle to someone?" Meiji bit the handkerchief, wanting to cry but unable to, "I really want to be treated gently by you, Sir."

The killer glanced at her speechlessly.

Meiji seemed to have finally thought of something. She suddenly took three steps back, looked at the killer in horror and said, "You're done. You're dead. You almost killed Mr.'s brother!"

Killer: Didn't you ask me to kill him? As they were talking, there was a low knock on the door.

…

Wei Ting glanced at his legs under the quilt and asked, "Second brother, what's wrong with your legs?"

"Nothing." Zhuge Qing said calmly, "You should leave."

Wei Ting said, "Don't chase me away, second brother. I haven't stayed here long enough. We haven't seen each other for so long. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Zhuge Qing thought for a moment and said, "You are very noisy."

Wei Ting: “…”

Wei Ting was determined to stay at the door until the end today, otherwise his second brother would build up his psychological defenses again tomorrow morning and might shut him out again.

He grabbed Zhuge Qing's sleeve, shook her while pursing his lips, and said with great grievance: "Why did you chase me away? Am I still your most beloved Xiaoqi?"

Su Xiaoxiao came to find Wei Ting. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw her husband in such a shocking scene.

She asked blankly: "Wei Ting?"

Wei Xiaoqi's whole body stiffened.

Today is the day when Brother Ting died in society 23333. 　　I wrote about the daily life of my brothers. I like the second brother so much. The plot will be discussed in the next chapter.

At the end of the month, I turn into a monthly ticket spirit, and all I talk about is monthly tickets. Finally, I will bother you for two more days to clear the tickets.

(End of this chapter)