The fast-traveling male god always wants to poison me to death

Chapter 8 Prince, do you want to develop? (five)
He smiled and said, "You said your name is Xiansi, so I thought of this poem. Although you don't remember your parents, I think that's what they thought of when they named you. Xiansi Xiansi, really What a nice name."

Wen Yu's words did come from his sincerity, and the name Xiansi really surprised him enough.He could see from Xian Si's eyes that she was not like a child from an ordinary family.

Although she has been wandering for five years, the clarity and firmness in her eyes is by no means what ordinary people can have.Maybe she used to be a young lady from a rich family, and her family must also be from a scholarly family to come up with such an amazing name.

But now that I have met her, I have to take good care of her.Anyway, there are not many people in this palace, and I don't have anyone to speak for myself.With her in the future, it must be much more lively.

"Brother Wen Yu, brother Wen Yu, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Wen Yu seemed to be in a daze, Xian Si put her hands in front of his eyes and shook them curiously.

Wen Yu smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's nothing, I just thought it would be great if I could find your family one day. You have been away from home for so many years, and your parents must be very worried about you."

"No matter what, thank you Brother Wen Yu. No matter what happened before, from now on, you will be my only family."

How could Xian Si not understand, the capital is such a big place, who lost a child for five years, how could they not find it right under their noses?Maybe it's because I haven't looked for it at all, or I don't want to look for it at all, otherwise why would I let myself wander for five years?
This Wen Yu feels really good to people, he is a big warm guy, he is simply the ideal type in Xiansi's heart.Most importantly, he is still so good-looking.

Since it is doomed to capture him and spend his whole life with him in this dream until the end of his life, then since the mountain does not come, it will be me, so I will go to the mountain.Although I'm still young, can't I get married after a few years of raising him?
Cultivate it, what a wonderful thing it is.While I can still cultivate his favor in the past few years, if one day a green tea Virgin White Lotus with a Mary Sue halo falls from the sky, wouldn't I definitely lose?

After all, I have a mediocre figure, and I am pretty good-looking, but I will not be so beautiful that it will overwhelm the country.And the white lotus of the Virgin Mary often has its own halo of Mary Sue, and everyone loves it wherever it goes.What if someone like this came to pester Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had never been in a relationship before, and fell into a trap by accident?
It's better to take advantage of the young age, act more like a baby, and work hard for a few years to gain some favorability.Hmph, Wen Yu, Wen Yu, you are in my sister's hands, just wait for the move, after all, our mental age is one year older than yours.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Xiansi thinking about something at the table, Wen Yu would be serious for a while and then laugh, making Wen Yu confused.

"No...it's nothing, I think your handwriting is really beautiful. Can you teach me, I really want to learn."

"Come."

Wen Yu walked around behind Xian Si, held her hand holding the pen from behind, and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper.

"Xian, Si, these two characters are your name, and you remember it. Come on, this is the word Wen Yu, which is my name, and you should remember it too. Otherwise, if I go out to do errands one day, If you come to me for something, you can’t write my name. By the way, are you literate?"

"I know a little……"

Many of these ancient characters are very different from modern characters, and it is really difficult to recognize. Sometimes you can't tell what it is after reading it for a long time.The key point is that there are too many strokes, it makes people collapse. Who invented it? It’s so frustrating.

(End of this chapter)