The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Aunt Han knew that the girl had something to ask, so she asked the nanny to take Shi Yunshu to bed, and then made a pot of tea herself before replying.

While pouring tea, she said, "The Ding family in Zhanzhou is considered a prominent local family, and I naturally know that. Although the Ding family has fallen into decline, it has always maintained the dignity of a scholarly family because Ding Cheng'en, a great literary figure, came out of the family. . But I know that the Ding family is actually very poor."

"Oh? How can you see it?" Shi Anxia became interested.

Aunt Han blushed, "Before our Han family fell into decline, our main business was running a pawn shop. I have been checking accounts in the pawn shop since I was a child, so I know that the Ding family often used calligraphy and painting, as well as some precious inkstones to pawn some money. ”

Shi Anxia's eyes lit up, and her look at Aunt Han became more interesting.

I can also check the accounts! The accounts of a pawn shop are the most complicated, and not something that ordinary people can understand.

She is currently looking for a reliable accountant. Isn't this ready?

I heard Aunt Han ask again, "Young girl is very knowledgeable. You must have heard of a kind of inkstone called 'Red Case Qiubai'?"

Shi Anxia knew that the "Red Case Qiubai" inkstone was an extremely rare and hard-to-find inkstone in the world. He nodded slightly, "I heard that there are not more than ten great scholars in the world who have used the 'Red Case Qiubai' inkstone."

"As a scholarly family, we should keep this kind of thing at home. Who would send it to a pawn shop unless absolutely necessary? Besides, the Ding family didn't have any money to redeem it later."

Shi Anxia thought for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever heard of Ding Yongshan?"

"Ding... Yongshan?" Aunt Han frowned and asked uncertainly, "Is it... the dead Ding Yongshan?"

Shi Anxia took a sip of tea and smiled slightly, "It seems I asked the right person. You really know her."

Aunt Han said, "It's been so long that I can't remember the name. But if it's the deceased young lady from the Ding family, I know it. Because she made a marriage contract with my third uncle back then."

Shi Anxia became more interested. Miss Ding, who was engaged before, fell in love with her brother-in-law. She is willing to give birth to a child for her, but is unwilling to stay and marry her brother-in-law.

Who believes it? It was because of Ding Yongmei's short-circuit that she believed her sister's lies.

Aunt Han looked at the girl with bright eyes and looked at her expectantly. She could only continue, "I was still young at that time and didn't know much. I only knew that this young lady from the Ding family had a sweetheart, so she carried her family behind her back. He quietly came to my house to cancel the engagement. My third uncle was also a cheerful person and was unwilling to force me. After all, our Han family was also a well-known wealthy businessman in the local area, and there was a queue of girls who wanted to marry my third uncle."

Shi Anxia knew from these words that if Aunt Han hadn't been in trouble, her father would have taken advantage of her. A woman of her temperament would never be a concubine.

"Do you think Ding Yongshan's sweetheart is her brother-in-law?" Shi Anxia asked directly.

Aunt Han immediately shook her head, "No, I know who it is."

"Do you know who it is?" Shi Anxia was really surprised.

Aunt Han said, "I just heard about it, I can't take it seriously..."

"Tell me about it." Shi Anxia became even more interested.

Aunt Han was at a loss for words. After all, the person sitting opposite her was still a little girl.

Shi Anxia saw her dilemma and guessed, "Her sweetheart has a special identity?"

Aunt Han nodded hesitantly and blushed, "It's against etiquette."

Shi Anxia guessed again, "Ethics...brother-in-law doesn't count, that means, like relatives? It can't be her brother, right?"

Aunt Han saw that she was struggling to guess, and she couldn't hold it back, "I heard that he is her brother-in-law. But I'm not particularly sure now, after all, too much time has passed."

Niece and brother-in-law!

It works! This Ding Yongshan is indeed a bold master of arts! Saying that you like your brother-in-law is just a pretense.

Although the answer Shi Anxia got was not exact, it at least had some doubts.

This Ding Yongshan is not simple. There is no way she is the "sincere person who does not ask for anything in return" as described by Ding Yongmei and Dong Yuwei.

Seeing that Aunt Han couldn't remember what happened back then, Shi Anxia went back to Xia Shiyuan first.

She packed up and went to bed, her mind filled with speculations about Ding Yongshan.

In the darkness, I suddenly heard a slight sound as if something small had been hit on the window.

Shi Anxia didn't call the maid, so she got up in the dark by herself.

The window lattice made two more "ta-da" sounds.

She approached the window sill and looked out, and saw Cen Yuan standing alone in the moonlight, glowing with silver.

Shi Anxia couldn't help but smile, opened the window and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"You change into men's clothes and come out, I will take you to a show." Cen Yuan said.

The little girl illuminated by the moonlight was wearing a white blouse, her black hair was flowing smoothly on her shoulders, and she had a pair of clear eyes open. She looked like a little fox that had been practicing for thousands of years, she was cunning and cute.

"Oh." She responded lazily. Not as solemn and dignified as he was during the day, but with a more lazy and good-looking air, "Don't you take Bei Hui and the others with you when you go out?"

"No." Cen Yuan refused flatly. What are you doing with northern fennel? Is the moonlight not bright enough?

Shi Anxia just leaned on the window lattice, motionless, holding her chin and laughing inexplicably, "Why do you think you want to abduct me?"

His heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyebrows, "No?"

She leaned against the carved window railing, her eyebrows curved into a crescent moon.

Cen Yuan just remembered the same scene once, the cold moonlight and the cold winter night.

He stood outside the window and she stood inside the window.

She said, "Qingyu, take me to escape. I don't want to stay in this cannibal cage anymore."

He said, "Okay."

Then she shook her head again, "If I escape, that person will kill all nine of my tribes and kill all the people who have helped me. I can't leave..."

He just replied, "Okay, I'll accompany you to guard this cannibal cage."

In the last life, he had spoiled her like this. As he got used to it, it became a habit, and he was ranked behind everyone and everything.

In this life, he no longer wants to spoil her. If you spoil a woman badly, you will easily suffer.

But just now Huo Shishi asked him, "Why are you nice to me?"

Cen Yuan was also thinking, why should I be nice to Huo Shiwu?

Probably because the little girl was nice to Huo Shiwu.

Although he didn't know why the little girl was so nice to Huo Shiwu for no reason, since it was her wish, he would do as she wished.

You still have to get used to it after all. You have to recognize the person you choose, no matter how many lifetimes it takes.

The little girl was really young at this time, lying lazily on the window lattice. The darkness around her and the whiteness of the moonlight made her look extremely soft.

Cen Yuan lowered her eyes and urged her, "Go and change. Shi Fifteen is still waiting outside."

Shi Anxia could only say "Oh" again, quickly closed the window, took out the black men's clothes and put them on.

After a while, she opened the window again, her face dropped, and she looked at him with her big eyes full of stars, "But I don't know how to wear a man's bun."

Cen Yuan hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to support the window lattice and jumped into the room, "I'll come."

The moon seems to be particularly bright tonight.

Shi Anxia sat on the chair by the window, "Qingyu..." As soon as the words came out, he was stunned. Are you so skillful in calling him "Qingyu"?

He also paused, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Huh?"

She reached out and handed him a wooden hairpin, "Use this."

"Yes." Cen Yuan took the wooden hairpin without stopping, her eyes slightly lowered.

He held a few strands of her black hair, like he was holding thousands of streams of love and hate day and night...

He smiled and said, "If you want to clean up Haoshan, I will arrange it for you."