Chen Qingling's Daughter

Looking at Xiao Xingchen's appearance, Song Rao snickered a little: "Father, didn't you sleep well last night?" As he spoke, he glanced at Song Lan beside him.

Song Lan reached out and tapped Song Rao's forehead, and wrote: "Your father had a nightmare last night."

Song Rao couldn't help but frowned, sitting beside Xiao Xingchen, and said with concern: "What's wrong? How could such a good person have nightmares?"

Xiao Xingchen patted Song Rao's hand, and said softly, "Father is fine, just rest for a while."

Song Rao supported Xiao Xingchen to lie down: "It's okay, you can rest, we are not in a hurry to start."

Xiao Xingchen looked at his precious son, and smiled gratifiedly, but then he remembered the nightmare he had had incessantly last night. In the dream, Xue Yang was holding the pink and jade-carved child, his face covered with tears, walking step by step. Walking towards himself, he desperately pushed the child in his arms into Xiao Xingchen's eyes.

But at this moment, Xiao Xingchen looked at Song Rao with satisfaction, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered the child in his dream last night. The pink and jade-carved child looked very similar to himself.

Song Lan watched Xiao Xingchen's complexion change slightly, and looked at him with a slight frown. Xiao Xingchen suddenly came back to his senses, forced a smile at Song Lan, closed his eyes and went to rest.

Song Rao was very happy watching the interaction between his parents, but his father was sleeping and Song Lan couldn't speak, so Song Rao could only sit on the side boredly at the moment, playing with the small incense burner on the table.

The rich fragrance was transmitted along the incense burner, Song Rao was a little confused, he couldn't help shaking his head: "Father, did you bring this incense?"

Song Lan shook her head, and wrote: "Last night, Xiao Er gave it to me."

Song Rao couldn't help sniffing again, his mind was a little drowsy: "Will Xiao Er still give incense? I don't have it." Without saying a word, Song Rao lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Lan was a little funny, why did he fall asleep in a daze after talking?

After an unknown amount of time, Song Rao suddenly yelled: "No", and woke up suddenly with cold sweat on his forehead.

Blink, blink, Song Rao slowed down and saw himself there.

Song Lan handed Song Rao his handkerchief to wipe off his cold sweat, while looking at Song Rao: "Why are you having such a nightmare?"

Song Rao shook his head, full of curiosity.

Gathering his mind, Song Rao looked at the incense burner on the table and suddenly thought of something, rushed out and called a waiter: "Do you all have a practice of giving incense?"

Xiao Er who was called over looked at Song Rao in confusion, Song Rao pointed to the incense on the table, Xiao Er thought for a while before remembering: "Yesterday, a fairy who claimed to be your junior brought it here. Said it was Yitiange's new Anshenxiang, and asked the little one to deliver it to the two of you at night."

Xiao Xingchen looked at Song Lan, and then at Song Rao. He had just been resurrected, so he didn't know if he had any juniors or friends who could give him incense, so they were probably friends of the father and son.

Song Rao blinked and looked at Song Lan: "I have just been down the mountain for a few months, and I haven't had time to meet a few good friends. Is it father's friend?"

Song Lan thought for a while in doubt, but couldn't remember.

Xiao Er looked at the bewildered faces of the family of three, and said with some embarrassment: "Since the three of you have nothing to do, the younger one will go down first."

Xiao Er retreated from Xiao Xingchen's room, and instead of going to the lobby to wait on him immediately, he ran to Tianzi No. [-] room: "Imperial Chief, I followed what you taught. The three of them didn't even want to understand who it was." .”

The tenant of the Tianzi room nodded, took out an ingot of gold from his pocket, and threw it to Xiaoer without looking at it: "Good job, seeing them check out, let me know in time."

Xiao Er took the gold ingot with a smile on his face, and ran away happily.

"What does brother want to do?" Wen Yao looked at the man who just spoke with a smile, and she couldn't help but reach out and pick up a strand of fiery red hair of the man: "If my mother sees you like this It looks like, you probably won't be able to get out of the Zangshu Pavilion in this life."

Lan Zhuo looked at Wen Yao's actions and was not annoyed: "It's okay to know, I don't care about the position of suzerain, I've lived so aggrieved, I can't do anything without restraint."

Wen Yao pouted: "But I also want to help, Xiaoxiao is from our Qishan Wen Sect, so it's impossible for her to be bullied for nothing."

Lan Zhuo sneered twice: "They all said that Xiaoxiao has a good personality, and the Lan family is strict, so they forgot that we brothers and sisters are also Wen Ruohan, Jin Guangshan, and Jin Guangyao's blood. will retaliate."

"That's right," Wen Yao looked at the door: "I'm afraid that all the families of the immortal sect have forgotten, but we are all descendants of those heinous sinners."

His Xiaoxiao's father is the heinous Xue Chengmei, Lan Yang's father is Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, their siblings' great-grandfather is Qishan Wen's Wen Ruohan, their great-grandfather is Jin Guangshan, and their uncle is Lianfangzun Jin Guangyao, Those were all sinners who were all-powerful in the past and turned upside down all the families of the immortal sect. It's just that they didn't want to cause trouble because of strict family upbringing since childhood.

When will people with their background be able to be bullied at will?

Lanzhuo's gentle eyes, which were very similar to Jin Guangyao's, were cold at the moment. He stroked his sister's long hair, and said softly, "Go, call Uncle Huai Sang and Jiang Hong, Xiao Xingchen and the others are similar. Ready to go."

Wen Yao twisted her body: "It's fine to call Uncle Huai Sang, but you have to call Jiang Hong, that awkward ghost."

Lan Zhuo comforted Wen Yao: "This time, it will always be a disaster. No matter who pursues it afterwards, there must be someone who is responsible for it." Lan Zhuo looked at Wen Yao: "Your brother and I don't dare Let Uncle Huai Sang take the blame and get tricked by him once, it would be better to let me stay in the library and copy the family rules for the rest of my life."

Wen Yao posted: "Brother, why do you always let Jiang Hong take the blame?"

Lan Zhuo looked at Wen Yao and smiled softly: "Because his father is Jiang Wanyin."

Wen Yao wrinkled her small nose, she really didn't know where his brother's hatred for Jiang Wanyin came from, it was unforgettable.

"Jiang Hong blames you every time, so he won't come with me." Wen Yao twisted her body, her face full of reluctance.

Lan Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Go find that silly girl Jiang Zhuyue, that silly girl is here, can Jiang Hong not come here?"

Wen Yao lowered her head to look at Lan Zhuo, and said after a while, "Brother, why did I realize that you are a scumbag. Don't you know that Jiang Zhuyue likes you?"

Lan Zhuo smiled: "I know, if I didn't know that silly girl likes me, how could I let Jiang Hong take the blame for me time and time again."

Wen Yao glanced at Lanzhuo, and in the end she could only pouted and went to Jiang Zhuyue to hook up with Jiang Hong and Nie Huaisang.

Lan Zhuo looked at Wen Yao's back, and silently clenched his hands: "Yunmengjiang Sect, if it weren't for your family, my grandmother would not have been lonely all her life and died at an early age. For my father's sake, I, Lan Zhuo I won't kill you."

Jiang Zhuyue is the daughter of Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen. She was raised by the powerful men of the Jiang family since she was a child. She also has a father with the personality of Lan Xichen. Her pampered and innocent personality is as innocent and cute as a child of a few years old. .

The more Jiang Zhuyue has such a naive personality, the men in Jiang's family dare not let her go out to practice alone. It just so happens that Jiang Zhuyue has always taken Wen Yao, who often went to Lianhuawu with Jin Ling, as the best and most intimate handkerchief since she was a child. , and she loves Lanzhuo very much, so as long as Wen Yao casually whispers in his ear, "Where is my brother going", she, Jiang Zhuyue, will go along with her.

And Jiang Hong knew his sister's naive character deeply, and let her run around with Wen Yao all by herself. Sooner or later, she would be sold and help her count the money. She had no choice but to follow Jiang Zhuyue around the world.

Looking at Jiang Hong's stinky face, Wen Yao couldn't help but said, "I don't like to see myself going to Lianhuawu, who told you to follow us."

Jiang Hong snorted coldly: "If I don't follow you, I'm afraid you'll sell my sister."

Wen Yao looked at the innocent Jiang Zhuyue, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "She is the only one who is worthless if sold, and it doesn't matter how old she is, she's just like a three-year-old girl."

Jiang Hong and Jiang Zhuyue didn't hear what Wen Yao said, but Nie Huaisang who was beside him heard it clearly, he looked at Wen Yao, and couldn't help but tapped Wen Yao's forehead: "What are you talking about. "

Wen Yao received a signal from Lanzhuo, and took the Jiang family siblings, Nie Huaisang, Lan Jingyi and their youngest son Nie Keheng to Yicheng to reunite with Lanzhuo.

On the way, Wen Yao also secretly asked Nie Huaisang: "Uncle Huaisang, why does my brother hate Sect Master Jiang so much?"

Nie Huaisang glanced at Wen Yao, then at Lan Jingyi, and finally couldn't help but said, "Jiang Wan chanted him, he deserved it for being ungrateful."

Lan Zhuo glanced at Nie Kexiang beside him, a smile flashed across his face as expected, Jiang Zhuyue really brought Nie Huaisang's family with him when he came.

Seeing Jiang Zhuyue seeing her sunny face, Lan Zhuo held Nie Kexiang's hand openly, and smiled even brighter at Nie Kexiang.

When Jiang Zhuyue saw the generous Nie Kexiang, her smile disappeared instantly. It was a secret that everyone knew that Jiang Zhuyue liked Lanzhuo.

"Lan Zhuo, I have met Master Jiang Shao. I have seen Uncle Huai Sang and Uncle Jing Yi," said Lan Zhuo, facing Jiang Zhuyue, with a wicked smile on his face: "Yes, little aunt."

Lan Zhuo said "little aunt, I don't know why, Jiang Zhuyue, who suddenly seemed innocent and innocent, suddenly turned into a pervert who goes against human relations and likes his nephew.

Nie Huaisang raised his eyebrows, but did not speak, but Nie Kexiang followed Lanzhuo graciously, and saluted the Jiang brothers and sisters according to Lanzhuo's address.

Lan Zhuo and Nie Kexiang, standing together, looked more like a couple.

"The three of them have entered Yicheng?" Nie Huaisang interrupted a few people looking at each other in good time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"It's not long since I entered Yicheng, and I've already arranged it. Now, brother Lao Heng is here to help." Lan Zhuo smiled confidently.

Lan Jingyi glanced at the youngest son in her arms who was less than two years old. She really didn't know how the youngest son, who didn't know how to say such words, could help her: "Zuo Er, what exactly do you want to do?"

Lan Zhuo turned around with a gloomy expression: "I want Xiao Xingchen to know what a good person he is when he doesn't want it, and what kind of child he hurts."

"I want to let him regret it."

Xiao Xingchen didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to go to Yicheng for a walk. He hadn't seen the environment of Yicheng, but he didn't know whether it was the reason why he had nightmares about Xue Yang recently, or whether it was there after all. It was the place where he stayed for the last few years before his death, and Xiao Xingchen really wanted to visit it.

Song Rao didn't know what Yicheng represented, and Song Lan didn't want to go against Xiao Xingchen's wishes. None of the three members of the family really said the word Yicheng, but they still walked to the gate of Yicheng tacitly.

Yicheng is no longer the Yicheng of the past. Although the dilapidation is worse than before, the pervasive fog has already dissipated with Xue Yang's death.

The empty dead city still stands there.

Xiao Xingchen walked to the door of Yizhuang step by step, looked up at the place where he had lived for three years.

Since he returned his eyes to Song Lan back then, the three years here in Yicheng were the happiest and most painful place for Xiao Xingchen before his death.

If there was no deception, or if he could continue to be deceitful, would the three of him, Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang, and Ah Jing, still live in the Yizhuang well, although life is difficult, it is indeed very happy.

Xiao Xingchen's eyes filled with tears for some reason, he thought he hated Xue Yang, indeed, he really loved Xue Yang deeply.

But right now, standing at the gate of Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to cry.

Song Lan looked at Xiao Xingchen's appearance, and suddenly felt that if he let Xiao Xingchen enter the Yizhuang right now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

But he didn't stop Xiao Xingchen, just watched Xiao Xingchen helplessly, and walked into the gate of Yizhuang.

In an instant, the white mist filled the air, and time seemed to return to the Yizhuang that year.

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes, looking at the misty Yizhuang, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Song Lan felt that he should hold Xiao Xingchen's hand, but before he could make a move, Xiao Xingchen suddenly stared at a place in a daze.

At the door of the only house in Yizhuang, sat a child less than one year old, exquisitely carved in powder and jade, his small face was [-]% like his own when he was a child.

Xiao Xingchen has never seen what he looked like when he was a child, but the moment he saw this child, Xiao Xingchen knew that when he was a child, he probably grew up like this.

The little child just sat obediently at the door, looking up at him.

Suddenly, the child started to cry for no reason.

Xiao Xingchen had an instinct in his body, he wanted to rush over and hug the child in his arms.

But as soon as his feet moved two steps, a person rushed in from outside the Yizhuang, went straight through their bodies, hugged the crying child in his arms, comforted and coaxed him gently.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly wondered, could it be that what he saw now was the empathy of others, what happened before, something someone wanted him to see.

There was no other way, Xiao Xingchen could only hold back his sudden outburst of thoughts, and turned to look at the child who had stopped crying.

I saw a man holding the child gently in his arms, comforting him softly: "Daddy's good Xiaoxiao, don't cry."

That man was Xue Yang.