Zhan Xi pushed open the courtyard door and bumped into He Xuan, who had suddenly appeared, causing her to stagger.

He Xuan held Tuan Zi tightly and quickly steadied himself. Behind him, the autumn rain was getting heavier. The wind poured into the street and got into his black sleeves.

The Ghost Lord was not afraid of the cold, but He Xuan's face was even paler than usual.

He frowned, slightly pursed his lips, and then flattened them into a straight line.

Only that pair of eyes were filled with sincerity, scraping out layer after layer of wrinkles.

"Childe He?"

"I … I don't know what's wrong with him. I thought it was just a normal fever, but the doctor said he was fine. Can you take a look at him for me?"

He Xuan looked down at the child. Zhanxi stepped forward and touched Qing Xuan's hot forehead with her palm. She said, "It's not a fever. It's probably a side effect."

"Side effect?"

"It's all Cheng Yu's fault. That damn little idiot."

Zhanxi cursed in a low voice and turned back into the courtyard. She said to Zhanyan who was playing with the rabbit out of boredom, "You go and deal with Sir for me for a while. I have something to deal with now … Zhanyan, do you hear me?!"

"I hear you, I hear you!

I'm not deaf! "

Zhanyan replied in the same loud voice. He threw away the carrot and jumped down from the second floor with the umbrella. Unexpectedly, he stepped directly into the vegetable field that Sunset Glow had just planted two days ago. The mud mixed with rainwater stuck to his trousers. It looked terrible.

He hissed in disgust and quickly walked out of the vegetable field. "I'll change my clothes first!"

Zhanxi turned back and said, "Childe He, I'm afraid you'll have to leave your youngest child with me for a few days."

He Xuan's face suddenly brightened up, and his originally cold eyes brightened. He was confused. He followed Zhanxi into the courtyard where it was drizzling. He glanced at Miao Zi who had been stepped on. He walked a few steps forward and smelled a faint wine fragrance. He said, "Qing Xuan?"

He Xuan thought, "Immortals are hundreds of years old. Why is Qing Xuan the youngest child?"

Zhanxi said, "She's only one year old. She looks so small."

She said it as if she didn't know Shi Qingxuan was an immortal.

When they reached the door at the end of the corridor on the third floor, Zhanxi took Shi Qingxuan into her arms.

The soft and white ball rolled from one of He Xuan's arms to the other, like a thirsty person who was forcefully pulled ashore from the cool water. A large area of scorching sun was above his head, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He just wanted to quickly return to the embrace of the big iceberg.

There-

Shi Qingxuan subconsciously reached out and grabbed He Xuan's sleeve. The cinnabar dot between her eyebrows expanded a few folds.

He struggled to open his eyes and mumbled something incomprehensible. His eyes were fixed on He Xuan, as if he was begging him not to leave.

Zhan Xi said in her heart, "He's really getting carried away."

The scientific and technological magic that hadn't been tested twice by the Research Institute could only be regarded as a semi-finished product. Ordinary people's bodies couldn't bear the side effects. Fortunately, Shi Qingxuan had the body of an immortal, so he was fine for now.

Zhanxi carried Xiao Qingxuan into the room and closed the door. She looked down and met his big watery eyes. She touched his face and coaxed, "Be a good boy. You can go home when you're better."

Shi Qingxuan pursed his lips, held her index finger to his mouth, and bit it. He sucked on it like a baby and moved her finger away. He was about to cry.

Zhanxi thought that her youngest child's tear ducts were really developed. When he cried, it was as if the whole world was bullying him.

She put the child flat on the bed and took two steps back. Immediately, a circle of magic circle appeared under her feet.

The magic circle rotated along with the nanoparticles in Zhan Xi's body. The entire room was silent for a few seconds under the flickering light. A corner of the paper on the table flipped over until the light dissipated.

Qing Xuan's blush faded quickly and returned to his healthy white complexion.

Zhanxi's expression only relaxed a little, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sky and rain fell. The blue veins on her forehead were throbbing.

— — She had to catch that little idiot who was causing trouble.

When she opened the door, she didn't know when there was another person in the corridor. He was holding a white and soft ball in his arms.

The two people outside the door were talking, but when Zhanxi heard the words' when will you pay me back? ', Huacheng stopped talking and turned to look at her. His face was full of joy.

Zhanxi's mouth twitched. "Why is there another one —" No, she should say, "why do I always meet ghosts in broad daylight?"

And two at a time.

Did you two make an appointment in advance?

I'm really seeing ghosts.

"How is it?"

"It's okay."

Zhanxi returned the ball to He Xuan. She turned to the rich owner of the snack city and said, "What's the situation with the crown prince?"

"This is also what I want to know," Huacheng said. The corners of his eyes were slightly curved and there was a smile in his eyes. The smile was a cold smile, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Little Xie Lian, who had shrunk into a white ball, turned sideways and reached out to Zhanxi. Huacheng moved his arm forward without changing his expression. Zhanxi understood and hugged the Little Xie Lian.

"Sister." Huacheng was very envious of the child's childish voice.

He called the Little Xie Lian as his brother, but his most precious brother called the girl as his sister at this time.

Huacheng's smile became brighter and colder than the polar ice and snow. He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan were amused by the picture of spring blooming flowers. The sharp contrast between the two made Zhanxi feel quite disgusted.

It was still the same sentence. She really saw ghosts. The longer she lived, the more she would see.

Little Xie Lian hugged Zhanxi's neck and kissed her cheek.

She shivered and resisted the devil's stare of Lord Huacheng. She said, "Don't worry, don't worry. As long as we find the caster, there will be a way. Little idiot … Don't, don't kiss … Okay, okay, you can kiss as much as you want. Don't cry."

Huacheng: "…"

*

Zhanyan looked very out of place among the group of aunts. After answering the aunts' questions like "how old are you" with a smile, he flashed into the school and grabbed Xue Yang by the back of her collar. He shook his head and said, "My sister's number two baby brother, let's go home."

Xue Yang raised her small face and looked at Zhanyan. The latter saw the two bruises on the little girl's face and immediately changed his expression. He said, "Did you fight with someone at school?

My God, which blind person dares to lay his hands on such good skin?!

What a waste of natural resources!

Where's your teacher? I have to go and talk to him! "

He bombarded Xue Yang indiscriminately like a chain of beads. Xue Yang didn't even have a chance to interrupt.

At this time, a cold male voice came from behind Zhanyan. "So that little beggar was picked up by your family."

He added a sentence at the end of his voice.

It was extremely harsh and lofty.

Zhanyan was very unhappy.

"Hey, my God, how can a pretty boy like you talk nonsense in broad daylight?"

Zhanyan glared at the person who spoke. The words that were about to burst out of his head were suddenly deflected back into the solar system when he saw the person's face. After a moment of silence, Zhanyan raised his chin and said arrogantly, "Don't think that you can talk nonsense just because you're a green onion. You don't have the right to talk nonsense about my baby brother."

The person still said only one word. "Hmph."

Zhanyan was about to explode when Xue Yang pulled on his sleeve and said, "I hit him."

Zhanyan turned around. "?"

Xue Yang raised her face and her eyes were clear. She repeated, "I hit Bai Lin."

"What's Bai Lin?"

Zhanyan blurted out. He didn't realize that he was being rude. He changed the topic and said, "Forget it, let's go home and put on some bandages. Otherwise, we'll both be scolded to death by my sister."

"Wait." Bai Qingchen said, "You hit someone and you can leave after apologizing."

"Apologize?

Didn't you take advantage of the slip of the tongue? "Zhanyan rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart," The ancients are so troublesome. "

The situation was brewing. At this time, the teacher stepped in and ruined the atmosphere of both sides.

After the white beard teacher's explanation, Zhanyan decided to sit down and have a cup of tea with the young master of the Bai family. They would settle the dispute later.

However, both sides were cold. In the end, Zhanyan was so annoyed that he slammed the table and said angrily, "Anyway, your idiot brother insulted my baby brother. Ah Yang hit him back. We're even. Why are you still talking nonsense here?

If you want to apologize … go to my sister if you dare! "Would she chop you with a knife and feed you to the dog?

Zhan Yan waved his sleeves and dragged Xue Yang away, leaving behind an irresponsible back view.

Tuan Zi, who was under his armpit, raised his black head and asked, "Will my sister be angry?"

The sound of a cold glutinous rice cake entered his ears. Zhanyan went to the hawker and bought a stick of sugar-coated haws. He took a bite of the sugar-coated haws and handed the rest to Xue Yang.

Tuan Zi had been in the same position for a long time. He looked a little depressed and couldn't eat the sugar-coated haws.

Seeing that Zhanyan was absent-minded, he lowered his head and took a bite of the sugar-coated haws. He didn't dare to disturb him anymore.

"My sister will be more angry about the wound on your face.

'You didn't do anything wrong.' She will tell you.

'It happened for a reason. You just beat up an uneducated boy.' That's what my sister said when she fought with others when I was a child.

Later, when I fought with others, she also comforted me in the same way. Anyway, people in our family don't like to criticize children. "

"Don't be afraid. She won't throw you away.

My sister has a bad temper, but she is … quite responsible for children. "

— Especially the little ones who are just a little bit older.

— I think she wants to take Ah Ling from Jiang Zongzhu's family and Qing Xuan from Childe He's family back home and raise them herself.

Zhanyan walked into a clinic. The smell of medicine filled his nose. He put Xue Yang on a chair and called for a doctor, but no one answered.

He turned around to see the wound on Xue Yang's face, but the little girl was eating the sugar-coated haws happily, as if the wounds on her body were fake.

Zhanyan thought, "Ah, it's over, it's over. When he grows up, he will probably be as heartless as my sister."

Zhanyan thought about the past and the future. He couldn't help but worry about Xue Yang.

Zhanxi was raised by Chan Tzu-yeon. Although they weren't biological sisters, they were closer than biological sisters. Therefore, their brain structures were similar.

Zhanyan was just worried that his precious little brother would become the second Zhanxi.

Addicted to alcohol.

Solving problems with violence.

Womanizing everywhere.

…

Just thinking about it made his heart feel stifled.

Zhanyan patted his face and shouted, "Where's the First Madam?!

Does she still want to do business?! "

*

The sky was bright. Zhanxi was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, waiting for Zhanyan. Her brows were furrowed in anger.

The courtyard door moved slightly, and there seemed to be the sound of a silver bell.

Zhanxi picked up the book on the table and flew over like an arrow. The door opened, and the book that flew out stood upright. It looked like it was about to jump out of the door and hit the other person on the head. However, it was caught by a hand.

Zhanxi was stunned. Just as she was wondering if Zhanyan was secretly practicing martial arts behind her back, Jiang Cheng pushed the door open.

Zhanxi's expression changed slightly.

The sound of the bell came from the nine-petaled silver bell on Jiang Zongzhu's waist. At this time, Jiang Cheng was looking down at the random book in his hand. Suddenly, he shot a piercingly cold look at Zhanxi.

Zhanxi immediately felt like sucking in a breath.

"I didn't buy that book." Zhanxi was expressionless. Her face was upright, and her whole body emitted the aura of a gentleman.

Jiang Cheng casually threw the yellow book to the side, and it landed at the bottom of the trash can.

Zhanxi stood up to drink tea. After drinking it, she realized that the tea from last night was really cold. She cursed the idiot Cheng in her heart for throwing a pile of rotten books in her house. She said, "Mr. Jiang, is something the matter?"

"Nothing," Jiang Cheng said. He walked in front of the potted plant and plucked a succulent flower to play with in his hand.

"Hm?"

Zhanxi reacted. She stared at Jiang Cheng as if she was looking at a comedian. She was stunned for a moment, then deliberately smiled and said, "You can't ask me to drink wine early in the morning, right?"

"You want to drink wine?"

Jiang Cheng instantly removed his' I'm bored 'expression. "I happen to have a friend whose ancestors were all wine makers. The wine they make is not inferior to Gusu City's Smile of the Emperor.

He's probably already in the imperial city today. If you want to have a taste, I can take you with me. "

"Since he's a wine maker, I naturally won't refuse him," Zhanxi, the 'wine god', answered straightforwardly. Jiang Cheng's eyes almost overflowed with a faint smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhanxi had just taken a step forward when she quickly retracted her foot. "No, no, I'm in the middle of something important.

I don't know where that brat Zhanyan took Yang Yang. I have to wait for them to come back. "

Jiang Cheng seemed to be very bored again. He sat on the stone bench and poured himself a cup of tea.

Before Zhanxi could remind Jiang Cheng that it was cold tea, he had already drank it in one gulp. As expected, his face became somewhat unsightly. He could only put down the teacup and said, "They're probably at the clinic."

Zhanxi raised her eyebrows slightly and said word by word, "Clinic?"

Jiang Zongzhu guessed from Zhanxi's pale fingers that Zhanyan might be finished.

Suddenly, the room exploded with the sound of a child crying.

Jiang Cheng: "???"