I saw a little boy of about five or six years old sitting in the beautiful sea of ​​flowers. He seemed like an elf sent by God to the world, innocent, cute and moving.

"Shu'er, is that young master a fairy boy? He's so handsome!" Song Yanran couldn't help but exclaimed. She pulled her cousin and didn't dare to blink, for fear that the young master would disappear in the next second.

"It must be someone's child who accidentally entered the sea of ​​flowers. Sister Yanran, can we go over and take a look?" Murong Shu finally reacted. He was watching too intently just now, so he didn't hear his cousin calling him.

"Okay, let's go check it out. If he's separated from his family, we can help him find them. Otherwise, it's too dangerous for such a young child to be alone."

Murong Shu and Song Yanran walked closer and discovered that the young master must have just cried, with tears still hanging on his eyelashes.

Murong Shu had no resistance to all beautiful things. At this moment, he looked at the little girl in front of him and asked gently, "Little boy, why are you here alone? Did you get separated from your family?"

When she heard someone calling her, she raised her head, her eyes red from crying just now, and she answered aggrievedly, "I have always lived here, I just miss my mother too much, she hasn't come to see me for a long time."

Murong Shu was distressed by the little girl's answer. She squatted down and picked her up. "Then sister will take you out to play, okay? Your mother might have been delayed by something. There are many people here today. Maybe your mother has come to see you too."

"Is what my beautiful sister said true?" Upon hearing that her mother might come to see her, the little girl burst into laughter instantly. Murong Shu took out a handkerchief and wiped her face.

"Thank you, sister. You're warm. Yu'er doesn't feel cold anymore." Little Dumpling hugged Murong Shu affectionately and acted coquettishly.

Song Yanran was stunned watching from the side. They had just met, but why did it feel like there was no sense of incongruity between them, as if they were a family.

"Maybe you missed your mother too much? Yu'er is wearing too little today." Just now, when Murong Shu heard the little dumpling call himself Yu'er, he just called him Yu'er.

"That's not the case, pretty sister. Yu'er would feel very cold and in pain every month, and the doctor couldn't do anything about it, so Yu'er was sent here." Little Tuanzi's expression darkened when he thought of these unhappy things.

"Have you always lived here?" Song Yanran was very curious.

"I just came last year. I remember that my mother hoped that Master Wisdom could cure my illness, but it seemed to have little effect." Little Dumpling was very sad.

"But now that the beautiful sister is hugging me, Yu'er doesn't feel uncomfortable at all." Song Yanran and Murong Shu thought that the little girl was trying to cheer them up, so they both laughed.

"Don't you beautiful sisters believe what Yu'er said? What Yu'er said is true. Uncle San said that children should not lie, otherwise their noses will grow longer."

Seeing that Murong Shu and Song Yanran didn't believe what he said, Xiaotuanzi brought up his third uncle. In his heart, his third uncle was the most powerful person and everything his third uncle said was right.

"In that case, sister, can you hold our Yu'er for a while longer?" Murong Shu joked with the little girl.

"Shu'er, if you are tired, just let me hold Yu'er." Song Yanran was worried that her cousin would be tired. After all, she had promised her cousin to take good care of Shu'er.

"Sister Yanran, I'm not tired, just let me hold him. Besides, our Yu'er is not heavy." Murong Shu pinched the little boy's face with her hands. The fleshy touch made Murong Shu fall in love with it instantly. She wanted to do it a few more times, but the child's skin was so tender that Murong Shu couldn't bear to do it.

"Yu'er is not heavy. If sister is tired, you can put Yu'er down. It's the same if you hold Yu'er and walk with her." The little girl explained a little anxiously, fearing that Song Yanran would hug her.

Little Tuanzi's words made Murong Shu laugh out loud, but made Song Yanran a little frustrated. She wondered if she had to be so obvious about her dislike. Why was Shu'er so popular when they all knew Little Tuanzi?

"Hmph, sister doesn't want to hug you. Sister is angry, the kind that can't be coaxed!" Song Yanran pretended to be angry and turned around.

"Don't be angry, beautiful sister. Yu'er likes you very much too. Uncle San said that girls become ugly when they are angry. You are so beautiful, you can't be angry." Yu'er coaxed Song Yanran in a baby voice.

Song Yanran was not really angry in the first place. Now that she was coaxed by the little dumpling, her heart melted. She rubbed the little dumpling's head a few times before she was willing to let him go.

Yu'er was afraid that Song Yanran would get angry, so she didn't dare to resist. However, her eyes were full of rejection, which made Song Yanran want to laugh. She teased her little girl deliberately, "You just said you liked me too, why are you so unhappy after I touched you twice?"

"Uncle San said that children shouldn't have their heads touched, or they will not grow tall." Little Dumpling explained confidently.

"Everything is said by your third uncle. He's not a saint, so what he said might be wrong." Song Yanran was now full of complaints about Xiaotuanzi's third uncle. What an old antique he was. He couldn't do this or that. He had more rules than her father.

"No way, Third Uncle is the most powerful person." When Little Dumpling heard Song Yanran talking about her Third Uncle, he immediately vindicated his Third Uncle.

"Okay, your third uncle is the best in the world, okay?" Song Yanran was afraid that little Tuanzi would cry if she continued, so she followed his words and praised his third uncle.

"Third Uncle is indeed him." Murong Shu couldn't help pinching the little dumpling's proud expression, wondering what kind of parents could give birth to such a cute dumpling. He really wanted to steal him home.

Murong Shu and Song Yanran took little Tuanzi to the place where they had agreed to meet with their eldest brother Mu Sishu. Little Tuanzi was so happy that he even forgot about his mother.

The Zen room of the wise master.

Wen Jing had been waiting for a long time. Master Zhihui looked at Wen Jing's face again and was surprised to find that Wen Jing's face had changed. The original death crisis had quietly changed.

"Master Wen, have you had any adventures recently?"

Wen Jing organized his words and said softly, "I met a girl, and then the bell that the master gave me rang. The master once said that when the bell rings, the curse of the Wen family will be broken. Now?"

"Congratulations, benefactor. She has finally come to us. The Wen family curse can be broken. However, this woman is not an ordinary lady in the harem. If she does something unorthodox in the future, benefactor may accept her."

The wise master was afraid that there would be a rift between the two in the future, which would result in both sides suffering, so he gave them a warning.

"Master, don't worry. Since she is Wen Jing's destined person, no matter what kind of person she is, Wen Jing will love and respect her and will never confine her to the backyard." Wen Jing had this idea on the first day he met Murong Shu.

"Fate is determined by heaven, so please relax and don't be impatient."

"Thank you, Master. Wen Jing will definitely keep it in mind."

As soon as Wen Jing came out of Master Zhizhi's place, he ran into his eldest brother who was waiting at the door. Seeing Wen Jing, Wen Zhi said anxiously, "Third brother, have you seen Yu'er? Yu'er is gone."