Nanny Zhang escorted Qian Chunhua out of the mansion. Under her guidance, Qian Chunhua slowly walked out of the deep backyard of the mansion and walked towards the gate of the mansion.
At this moment, Lu Qing, who was hiding on the top of a dense tree, had his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on the approaching figure.
It's her! It's Sister Chunhua!
In recent days, Lu Qing has sneaked into the heavily guarded palace several times, just to find the innocent children who were abducted by the divine realm.
However, since the moment he left Huanghualing, the safety of Qian Chunhua's family has always been on Lu Qing's mind.
He knew that the outside world was filled with war and unrest, and that the Qian family had many members, including the old and the young, and their only support, Qian Xingshan, was still a naive 18-year-old boy.
Although he was worried about Wanliu, Lu Qing was helpless and could only hide his worry deep in his heart.
However, he never expected that when he was about to give up the search, he would unexpectedly meet Qian Chunhua in this palace.
Lu Qing no longer hesitated. He jumped lightly and disappeared from the tree like a ghost. He followed Qian Chunhua closely and left the palace quietly.
Following the carriage, Lu Qing came to Qian's house, wrote down the address, and left quietly again.
It is enough to know that Sister Chunhua and her family are safe. As for what I have done, I am going against the people in power in Yongning Prefecture, and I cannot let Sister Chunhua be involved.
But why did Sister Chunhua enter the palace? Lu Qing left with full of doubts.
As night fell, the Qian family sat around the dining table and ate a sumptuous dinner.
Despite the raging drought and the large number of refugees outside, there was never a sign of scarcity on the Qian family's dining table.
Although the dishes for dinner were not luxurious, they were unique in flavor: crystal clear glutinous rice, fragrant glutinous rice pot meat, stir-fried shredded pork and potatoes with good color, aroma and taste, refreshing and delicious stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of steaming egg drop soup.
Although there are only three dishes and one soup, the proper combination of meat and vegetables is enough to satisfy the whole family.
Qian Xingshan put down his bowl and chopsticks, burped contentedly, and said with emotion: "This kind of life is really happy..."
Even Qingfeng, who was usually taciturn, couldn't help but imitate his uncle, drinking the egg drop soup in the bowl, wiping the corners of his mouth generously, and repeating the words: "So happy."
Qian Yu looked at the couple with a doting look in his eyes and asked with a smile, "What is happiness?"
Qingfeng was speechless for a moment and looked at his uncle blankly, as if seeking an answer.
Seeing this, Qian Xingshan laughed and patted his nephew on the shoulder.
After the laughter, Qian Xingshan's expression became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Mom, sister, when I went home the day before, I saw refugees on the roadside fighting for food.
There was a poor little beggar who was beaten to a bloody pulp in order to protect his buns and his brother. "
After saying this, Qian Xingshan couldn't help but sigh, feeling sad in his heart that the stable life at home was brought to them by his sister.
Although he wanted to save the poor children, he was helpless because of his limited ability and could only drive away the violent criminals.
However, after being driven away this time, what will happen next...
Qian Chunhua's heart moved slightly, and the figure of the little beggar who had accidentally bumped into her seemed to appear in front of her again. She wondered how he was doing.
She already has three lively and lovely children at home, but she also knows that in this prosperous city, there are still many homeless children wandering around. Although she wants to help, she is powerless.
This thought was like a dark cloud that instantly passed through Qian Chunhua's mind, making her mood suddenly become heavy.
As night fell, the streets around Qian's house became especially quiet.
Two small figures, like ghosts in the night, quietly appeared on the street.
They tiptoed to the Qian family's gate, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping mansion.
The taller figure whispered to the shorter one beside him, "Junior sister, you just stay here. When this family opens the door tomorrow, you can ask them to take you in."
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