Although Yuan Xiaobao is only five years old - the five hundred years he spent as a zombie are not counted as his biological age, but his speech is clear. He basically doesn't remember anything before he died, but he remembers the incident of being with the little ghost in the painting in the grave after his death.

He and his little friend Huahua told the same Yuan circle and meditation as 1510, and Yuan Xiaobao children's shoes saw his little friend again, and he was very happy.

"So, you came out of the tomb because your tomb was dug up by tomb thieves, and this "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountain" was stolen, and your little friend Huahua was also lost, just to find Huahua?"

In this way, the metaverse circle has figured it out.

When she met a little zombie in the city on Halloween, she was led all the way to a cemetery, she thought that his tomb was one of the ordinary graves on the ground, but she didn't expect that his tomb should be hidden under those graves. And as soon as he opened his mouth, he called her mother, and he wanted her to take him home, presumably because of her special ghostly physique.

And the reason is that he just wants her to take him away from the cemetery so that he can find his little friend Flowey.

"Then why did you never tell me about it?"

Ever since she brought him back, she had never heard the baby zombie mention him in the grave, nor had she heard him say anything about Flowey.

Hearing Yuan Quanquan ask, the little zombie lowered his little head and pointed at his finger with a little weakness, "I...... I'm afraid that you know that I followed you to find Huahua, and you will not want me, and you will send me back......"

Seeing his aggrieved little appearance, Yuan Quanquan suddenly felt distressed.

Got down from the lap, hugged the little zombie into his arms, and patted him on the back soothingly, "Nonsense, does your mother kiss me like that kind of person?" ”

Things are basically clear, and there is a small problem in the metaverse.

"Why do you call him Flowey, and why do you call him Stupid?"

Was it their nickname?

Little Zombie: "Because Huahua came out of the painting, it doesn't sound good to call the painting, so I called him Huahua." ”

Child ghost: "Because Stupid was jumping up and down at the beginning, he always fell and looked stupid, so I called him Stupid." ”

Yuan Quanquan: "......" Well, it's her who thinks too much.

These two children are a zombie and a child ghost, although they are not human, but they are quite cute. Needless to say, since Yuan Xiaobao became her son, she was "upgraded" by meditation, and now she is no different from a mortal child except that she can't grow up.

And this little boy ghost Huahua, who was trapped in the painting for 500 years at a young age, is also a poor child.

Yuan Quanquan thought about it and felt that it was more appropriate for him to go where he should go.

Discussed this idea with Yuan Xiaobao, although the little zombie was reluctant to let his little friend leave, he was a sensible child, and he also knew that Huahua could not accompany him forever, so he struggled for a while and nodded in agreement.

"But, mother, can you let Huahua play with me for a few more days? Let Huahua celebrate the New Year in our house, right? Is it okay to let him go to Uncle Jieya after the New Year? ”

Yuan Quanquan thought that Lu Qingyuan's purpose for taking this painting had not yet been figured out, and the identity of the mysterious man had not been found, so she was not in a hurry about this matter. Besides, there is still about a month to go before the New Year, and it is not bad to leave this little ghost in the palace to accompany the little zombie for the New Year.

After thinking about it again, the Yuan Circle agreed to the little zombie's request.

Yuan Xiaobao reunited with his little friend who had been with him for 500 years, not to mention how happy he was, he didn't even sleep, and Huahua ran to the side to tell all kinds of delicious and fun things he had encountered in more than a year, and Huahua exclaimed.

After Yuan Xiaobao finished talking about himself, he urged Huahua to talk about what happened to him after he went out of the cemetery.

The Yuan Circle was full of energy, sitting on the side and listening to the two little guys whispering, but they also listened to it with relish.

The "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountain" attached to Huahua was stolen by a group of tomb robbers from the tomb of the little zombie, changed hands several times, and was finally put up for auction in Tianxiang Pavilion, which can be regarded as a tortuous experience.

Because Huahua was forcibly sacrificed at the beginning, his soul was locked in the painting, and his actions were limited, and he could leave the painting, but not too far from the painting, otherwise he would be forcibly sucked back into the painting.

After he was taken out of the tomb, because the yang energy in the mortal world was too heavy, he only appeared in the middle of the night when the yin energy was at its heaviest, and usually stayed in the painting. However, although it was in the painting, he could still hear the sound outside.

"Huh? You say you can hear people talking outside even in the painting? ”

Yuan Quanquan seemed to think of something, touched his chin and thought for a moment, and asked: "Then today you were bought and brought back, did you hear what the person who bought you said?" ”

This little flower has been attached to the painting for 500 years, and it is almost mixed with the painting, and buying the painting is equivalent to buying him.

Although Huahua is 500 years old, his heart is still a five-year-old child, and although he can hear people outside, most of the time he can't understand them. In addition, he is full of stupidity to find his little friend, so he will not pay attention to what people outside say.

Seeing him shake his head, although Yuan Quanquan was slightly disappointed, he didn't particularly care.

Let Yan Jiu take Yuan Xiaobao back to his own room—along with the "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountain" and the "Ghost in the Painting" Huahua, let these two children catch up with the old days, and Yuan Quanquan put this matter aside for the time being, preparing to check it carefully in a few days.

On the day when the Yuan Circle and the Meditation Cultivator came back from a trip, there was a light snow in the capital. And early this morning, Yuan Quanquan got up together, and found that there was goose feather snow outside, and it was blowing one after another, and a thick layer had been laid on the branches outside the house.

Seeing her standing at the door, Xiao Zhi hurriedly took a thick fox fur cloak and put it on her, "Miss, with such a heavy snow today, you must not get cold." ”

Yuan Quanquan didn't need this cloak at all, but in order not to add some unnecessary trouble, she still put it on honestly.

As a zombie, Yuan Xiaobao is naturally not afraid of the cold.

But others don't think so!

It's like a concubine.

It's the end of the year, and it's time to cut new clothes. The concubine asked Yahuan, who was in charge of buying new clothes, to measure Yuan Xiaobao's size early in the morning, and was ready to buy a few warm new jackets for her eldest grandson.

But looking at the size of Yahuan's return, he suddenly became angry.

Yuan Quanquan happened to enter the house at that time to greet the concubine, it was rare to see the concubine like this, I don't know what made her unhappy.

"Mother, what's wrong? Who you off? ”

Taking a hand warmer handed over by Yan'er, Yuan Huanhuan walked up to the concubine and glanced at a maid ring kneeling at her feet.

When the concubine saw the Yuan Circle, she saw that she was thinly dressed, and blamed her for a few words, asking her subordinates to burn the carbon fire in the house more vigorously, and then she glared at a pair of beautiful eyes angrily and told the matter to the Yuan Circle.

These girls are getting more and more lazy, and the mourning family asked her to measure Xiaobao's size so that she can cut a few new clothes for him, but she used last year's to bluff the mourning family. The mourning family is too accustomed to them on weekdays, and they simply don't take the mourning family seriously. ”

When Yuan Quanquan heard this, he didn't react yet, and echoed in with his mouth: "The mother concubine will dissipate her anger first, and the people will be lazy, just punish them, and you don't have to be angry with them." It's just a matter of measuring the size, and there's no hurry, let them go ...... again" The words were suddenly intercepted here, and the circle was like a cassette tape, and suddenly there was no sound.

Size? Xiaobao's?

Finished!

When the child is five or six years old, the body is the fastest growing time, not to mention the same every day, but it is normal that the new clothes that have just been made cannot be worn after ten days and half a month.

But this is when this child is a normal child!

Yuan Xiaobao children's shoes, he is not a normal child!

He's a zombie!

Zombies don't grow up!

The Metaverse realized how serious the problem was.

Suddenly stupid in place, the Yuan Circle felt that the blizzard in his heart was even bigger than what was falling outside......

What to do? How do you explain this to your mother? Say that Xiaobao is stunted and grows slowly? But this year can be bluffed like this, what about next year, and the year after next? You can't say that every year, right? How bad does this have to be to be like this......

And the reason for stunting is clearly inadequate.

Mingwangfu is a royal family, raising a child to stunted? Who will believe it!

The concubine saw that Yuan Quanquan's expression was different, her face was puzzled, and she asked, "Quanquan, what's wrong with you?" Is there something wrong with it? ”

Yuan Quanquan was awakened by the voice of the concubine, his expression management was not in place, he was a little weak, he glanced at the girl ring who was kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the concubine, and could only hide his inner uneasiness with a dry smile: "Ah? Oh, yes...... yes, it seems to be a little dizzy, maybe I didn't sleep last night......"

As soon as the concubine heard that she was dizzy, she wanted someone to call a doctor, but was stopped by Yuan Quanquan: "Mother, I'm fine, I just didn't wake up, I'll just go back and rest and make up for sleep, no need to ask a doctor." ”

Seeing that her eyes were indeed a little blue-gray, the concubine took her hand and patted her twice, and accused the cultivator in the air: "Xiu'er is really, even if the mourning family really wants to hug his grandson, he can't ignore your body like this!" Don't worry, Xiu'er came back in a while and I said about him, this is too ignorant. ”

Metaverse: "......"

I'm sorry Xianggong, this pot is troublesome for you to carry first.

His Royal Highness King Ming, who was in the Jinluan Palace, suddenly sneezed, which attracted the eyes of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, and frightened the Hubu Shangshu, who was reporting on the progress of the imperial court this year, and almost said that 90 million taels were 9,000 taels, and he looked up at the man on the dragon chair tremblingly, wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead quietly, and paused the report.

"What's wrong with King Ming? Is it the cold? Recently, the weather has been cold, and it has been snowing heavily in the past two days. Beitang sat on the golden throne and looked at the meditation with a teasing look in his eyes.

Shen Xiu stretched out his hand and touched his nose, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "Thank you for the emperor's concern, and the ministers should pay attention." ”

But in his heart, he was silently thinking, what bad things was his little circle saying about him?