To avoid being discovered by Mo Qiuze and quietly sending food to Mo Yunchuan, Si Nan obediently asked Xiao Xing to fish back the ladder at the other end.

Since then, Xiao Xing can always see a little guy climbing the wall every now and then.

Send something to eat today, a fox fur tomorrow, and a thick dress the day after tomorrow.

Even if she helped Si Nan hide it tightly, she was still discovered by Zuo Yuanchuan.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, I watched my own girl skillfully climb into the courtyard of the general's house.

Zuo Yuanchuan walked to the ladder quietly, quietly climbed up, and poked his head out to look at the other end of the wall.

"Brother~"

Raising his little face, Si Nan hugged the small stove in his arms and called Mo Yunchuan.

Putting away the sword, Mo Yunchuan stopped his movements and glanced at Si Nan, feeling a little helpless.

Si Nan smiled and ran towards him with two small short legs, and his soft little hands took the cool hands.

Stuffing the small stove in her arms into Mo Yunchuan's hand, she said softly:

"My brother's hands are so cold that he has frostbite, and with the stove it won't be so cold."

Feeling the temperature on his hand, Mo Yunchuan's hand trembled invisibly.

Even his heart trembled.

It had been a long time since he had felt something so warm.

Si Nan looked up at Mo Yunchuan, who was much taller than himself, thinking that he hadn't told him his name yet, so he spoke:

"Brother, my name is Zuo Yueqiu, what's your name?"

Mo Yunchuan was not only in a trance when he looked at the girl.

Her eyes sparkled and gave him a sense of familiarity.

He always felt that he had seen somewhere, but he was not impressed.

After a long time, he replied:

"Mo Yunchuan."

Zuo Yuanchuan, who was looking at these two people on the wall, twitched the corner of his forehead.

Dare to love his own Yue'er and be so good to him without even knowing people's names.

After looking at Mo Yunchuan, Zuo Yuanchuan remembered that he had seen him once.

This is the child that General Zhenyuan picked up on the battlefield of a battle.

Not long after bringing him back, he accepted him as an adopted son.

followed General Zhenyuan's surname Mo, his name was Xuan, and he was from Yunchuan.

He doesn't have much relatives either, and most of them only talk to General Zhenyuan.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help frowning.

In addition to Mo Yunchuan looking better, what does his own Yue'er like about him?

Don't ask Zuo Yuanchuan how he can see that Si Nan likes Mo Yunchuan.

Look at those eyes.

The likes inside are almost overflowing.

Glancing at his daughter, Zuo Yuanchuan was a little helpless.

For Zuo Yueqiu, he has always been spoiled.

Since she likes to play with Mo Yunchuan, he can't stop it.

Coming down from the ladder, Zuo Yuanchuan asked the housekeeper to take someone to the wall in Sinan Courtyard in two days to build a small ladder that could stand firmly at the head of the wall without being helped.

It is convenient for Si Nan to climb the wall when the time comes.

Zuo Yuanchuan also commanded by the way.

If Si Nan wants something, just give it to her, and if you want to give Mo Yunchuan something, you can be satisfied.

[Host, why are you approaching him, is it because he is the villain of this plane? 】

Xiao Slag saw Si Nan sitting on the stool embroidering the female red task assigned to her by the embroidery mother a few days ago, and couldn't help but speak.

Si Nan glanced up at Mo Yunchuan, who was still practicing swords not far away, and shook his head:

"He has the same feeling as Chi Yu."

Although sometimes she wanted to throw herself into his arms and hug him, Mo Yunchuan was not Chi Yu after all, so she didn't make any more moves.

The little scum didn't say anything after listening.

It didn't tell the host that two days ago, it found out that Mo Yunchuan and Chi Yu were the same person.

lest you not be able to leave the plane when you get it.

Glancing at the purse embroidered in Si Nan's hand, the little slag held back a sentence for a long time:

[Ugly ......]

Si Nan: "......"

Stopping the action, Si Nan puffed up the embroidery needle in his hand and tied it to the purse, and shook his hands.

This thing isn't for her.

Sure enough, she was still suitable for fighting.