Chapter 970: Lord Yuan
Chapter 971
Han Niang and Yun Xiangtian retreated knowingly, leaving the young couple a space to be alone.
Yun Xiangtian walked side by side with Han Niang in the wilderness, and said with a smile: "It's hard for brother Zhu Yan, it's the time when Yaner is newly married, but he keeps running around, and he doesn't even have the time to give birth to a baby."
Han Niang smiled and said: "As the saying goes, those who can do more work, one of them is the prince of Xiliang, the other is the concubine of the magic doctor, and heir to the treasure house of the gods. With such identities, if they want to live the lives of ordinary people, I am afraid It's even harder."
Yun Xiangtian sighed: "Who says it's not? The burden on the shoulders can't be taken off easily, but it's just suffering for his wife and children!" , his father has been ill for many years, and the entire Yun clan is carried on his shoulders alone. No one can complain about the hardships and sorrows of these years.
Han Niang patted Yun Xiangtian's shoulder with a smile, and sighed: "The mission of the sky must come down here for a reason."
The two looked at each other and smiled. They had a lot to say, needless to say, they were confidants and knew each other.
The smell of the food floated into the wooden house, and penetrated into the nose of the delicate and delicate boy on the bed. He opened his closed eyes leisurely, and he sucked his nose hard, and there was a cry in his stomach, and he muttered: "What is this?" The smell, why is it so fragrant? Why is my stomach always growling?"
God is pitiful, he used to be a yin lord, and when he was young, he fought desperately with evil beasts for a full meal. Later, as he got older, his cultivation became deeper and deeper, and the energy needed by his body gradually changed from five grains to food. With the aura of heaven and earth, he has not eaten human food for many years, and he has long forgotten the taste of human food. Now that he has turned into a child, subconsciously, he does not have the idea of eating when he is hungry. He only feels that his stomach is growling very strange.
Zhu Yan rushed in excitedly, and said to Yin Jun: "Yuan Jun, your sister asked you to eat." He followed Yuan Qiu's instructions and tried to talk to him in a calm and casual tone, so that he could melt into him as soon as possible. In their life, he will not feel that he is a special existence, but a person like them.
"Dinner?" He looked at the smiling Zhu Yan and asked suspiciously.
Zhu Yan nodded: "Yes, eat, aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry?" He still doesn't understand, what is hunger?
Pointing at his stomach, Zhu Yan said, "If your stomach growls, it means you are hungry and need to eat. When you are full, it will stop barking."
"Really?" He touched his stomach, got up and got out of bed, and suddenly asked, "What did you call me just now?"
"Yuanjun, Xia Yuanjun, this is your name. Your sister is Xia Yuanqiu, and you have an older brother named Xia Yuanqiuhao. I am your brother-in-law, Zhu Yan."
Yuan Jun was a little dazed, he couldn't remember such a name for a while, but he remembered his own name, Yuan Jun, Xia Yuan Jun.
Zhu Yan stretched out his hand to grab Yuanjun's little hand, but found that he was too short. To hold his hand, he needed to bow slightly. This posture was not very beautiful, so he simply bent down and hugged Yuanjun. Got up, smiled and said: "I'm so hungry, let's go eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."
Yuan Jun was very unaccustomed to this posture, and wanted to push away the man who was hugging him, but found that his two small arms couldn't exert all his strength, and the man who was holding him was as strong as a cow.
Yuan Jun was carried by Zhu Yan to the courtyard, and steaming dishes were already placed on the smooth willow table, including Zhu Yan's favorite sliced skin duck, Yun Xiangtian's favorite sauced beef, and Han Niang's favorite dish. They eat mixed vegetables, as well as Xiao Huanyan's favorite fried vermicelli, and Dabai Xiaobai's favorite roast chicken.