Tu Yier ran to Xia Qianzhen with her little feet, opened the box and took out the peace buckle that Zhong Jiudao had given her. Tu Yier was reluctant to wear it, so she kept the jade.
"Sister Xia, please lower your head."
Xia Qianzhen lowered her head subconsciously, and Tu Yier smoothly hung the jade around her neck.
"This was given to me by Uncle Jiudao before. He hoped that I could grow up safely and healthily. Now I hope that Sister Xia can give birth to a healthy child safely."
Xia Qianzhen covered her mouth, moved. Tu Yier leaned close to her ear and whispered something to her.
"It's a girl!"
This made Xia Qianzhen's eyes widen as she looked at Tu Yier in astonishment. Tu Yier smiled and sat back down in her chair, continuing to eat the meatballs in her bowl as if she hadn't said anything.
Zhong Jiudao gently patted Tu Yier's head. "Thank you, little angel."
Tu Yier happily ate the meatballs, then exchanged a smiling glance with Zhong Jiudao.
Chi Miaomiao returned to her seat and raised her glass, which contained fruit wine personally mixed by Zhong Jiudao.
"Cheers to Qianqian's good news!!"
"Cheers to Long Xia!!!"
Everyone stood up, and Tu Yier also stood on the dining chair and raised her juice glass.
"cheers!!!"
The glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.
A dark glint flashed in Yanluo's eyes, her thoughts drifting.
Time flies, and a week has passed. Today is Saturday, January 11th, a new weekend.
Yanluo drove to the Fan residence.
Fan Wujiu and Shangguan Wanying were greatly shocked after witnessing their eldest granddaughter's magic, never expecting that such a technique existed in the world.
By handing the Buddhist scriptures recorded by Shang Xinci to Fan Qianning, Yanluo's task was considered complete.
Shangguan Wanying used teacup tongs to place a cup of hot tea in front of Yanluo.
"Come on, Xiao Yan, try the Lin'an Longjing tea that Grandma asked someone to bring back."
Yanluo smiled and nodded, picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.
"It's delicious, Grandma."
Shangguan Wanying gave the steward, Uncle Fu, who was standing outside the stone pavilion a look, and Uncle Fu immediately responded and returned to the house.
After finishing her drink, Yanluo put the cup back on the tea tray and looked around.
"Grandma, where's Grandpa Jiu?"
Xie Huai'an, who was sitting with his sister studying calligraphy, replied, "Grandpa played chess with Grandma last night and got completely crushed. This morning, he got up early and went to the park to play chess with those old men. Since he couldn't beat Grandma, he had to go and crush others."
Yan Luo smiled and thought Fan Wujiu was quite cute.
Shangguan Wanying smiled and pulled out a chessboard from somewhere, with the chess pieces already set up on it.
"Come here, Xiaoyan, let Grandma see if your chess skills have improved."
Helpless, Yan Luo was dragged onto the battlefield amidst the laughter of Fan Qianning and Xie Huai'an.
He asked Shangguan Wanying from below the inkstone.
"Grandma, have you ever met my grandma?"
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wanying paused, her hand holding the chess piece lingering for a few seconds before placing it on the chessboard.
"Never seen it before."
“Your grandfather has always been a loner and doesn’t like to communicate with others. In fact, we know very little about him. He doesn’t like to be disturbed, so we have no idea about his situation over the years.”
Yan Luo and Shangguan Wanying looked at each other with concerned eyes, and Yan Luo saw no sign of lying in Shangguan Wanying's eyes.
Why did you suddenly ask about this?
After eating one of Yan Luo's soldiers, Shangguan Wanying met his gaze again.
Yan Luo shook her head. "It's nothing. It's just that I've never met my grandmother, I don't have any photos of her, and I don't even know her name."
Shangguan Wanying looked at the young man with heartache, her figure unconsciously overlapping with that of the man who used to stand in front of everyone.
After being checkmated by Shangguan Wanying, Yanluo fell into deep thought in despair at having all her pieces captured.
Xie Huai'an had been looking at it for quite a while. The book was too profound, with diagrams and incantations, which gave Xie Huai'an a headache.
Shangguan Wanying rearranged the chess pieces and glanced at the serious Fan Qianning.
"Xiao Yan, please thank that Miss Shang for me. With the blessing of that magical spell, Ning Ning will surely become even stronger."
“It’s a good thing that Ningning can become stronger,” Yan Luo’s gaze fixed on Fan Qianning. The girl was engrossed in the book in her hands and did not notice their conversation. “So there’s no need to be polite.”
Xie Huai'an took Shangguan Wanying's and Yanluo's teacups back onto the tea tray, refilled them with tea, and placed them beside them.
Uncle Fu came over with a gift bag and respectfully placed it on the stone table.
"Madam, these are the things you asked me to prepare."
Shangguan Wanying nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Xiao Yan, take this tea home and drink it. Next time, Grandma will have someone bring back more."
Yan Luo thanked her and took his leave after being brutally abused by Shangguan Wanying once again.
It wasn't that his defenses were broken, but rather that Yanluo thought it was still early and he wanted to go see Nangong.
He always remembered what Tu Keke said, and he always remembered the girl's serious expression, so Yan Luo wanted to verify whether the other party was a corpse demon.
Nangong gave Yanlu a very warm feeling, as if they had lived together for a long time and Nangong was a loving elder. However, Nangong looked only a few years older than Yanlu, which made Yanlu feel very strange.
He didn't want to believe that Nangong was a corpse demon, but he needed the truth, even if it was hard to accept.
The familiar sound of wind chimes rang out, and Nangong looked up to see a man wearing a black overcoat, a white scarf around his neck, and long red hair. Although the colors were a bit strange, Nangong didn't care; she was very happy.
She got up to greet Yanluo, and Yanluo felt a heartfelt joy the moment she saw her.
"Good afternoon, Sister Nangong."
Good afternoon, Xiao Luo.
Nangong stood in front of Yanluo, quite close, and Yanluo looked into her even more blood-red eyes.
"Sit down quickly, I'll make you a cup of coffee with the beans I brought back from the Western Regions."
Yanlu smiled and agreed, then walked to the familiar corner table and sat down. He looked at Nangong, who was busy at the bar, with tenderness and doubt in his eyes.
Nangong's blood-red eyes and pale skin resembled those of a ghoul, but he didn't possess the evil aura of a ghoul. Both An Qiuxi and Yang Zhuyu had a certain amount of evil aura about them.
Noticing that someone was watching her, Nangong tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled slightly at Yanluo.
"Little Luo, would you like a piece of cake?"
"Okay." Yanluo stopped looking at Nangong and turned to look at the people coming and going outside. It was Saturday, and there were parents with their children and young couples holding hands. The peaceful and warm scene made Yanluo feel very relaxed.
Soon, Nangong came over with a tray, placed two cups of coffee and a cake on the table, set the tray aside, and sat down opposite Yanluo.
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