"Returning the Pearl Courtyard", Ren Miao was brought to this so-called courtyard built for himself by the maid Caiyun, and when he saw the plaque on the courtyard, he felt a lot of feelings.

Maybe it's the entanglement of fate, maybe it's the providence in the underworld, the pearl tower in the previous life, the pearl courtyard in this life, whether it's a coincidence or a doom, it's all hard for him to forget.

After Li left, Qian Wuyang made arrangements for him.

From now on, he lived in Huanzhu Courtyard, and Qian Wuyang's personal maid became his maid and the person who took care of his daily life.

The size of the courtyard is almost the same as the courtyard where he has been for three years, the difference is the arrangement, compared to before, it can already be regarded as a paradise, the courtyard is clean and elegant, a little plum blossom is dotted in the courtyard, and several houses can also be regarded as the exquisite choice of the top.

"Young master, drink the medicine", Caiyun's voice came, and he walked in with a porcelain bowl.

Ren Miao's eyes moved slightly, the so-called medicine was arranged by Qian Wuyang just now to treat his coughing up blood.

Will Qian Wuyang be so kind? This answer, Ren Miao's heart is naturally negative, if he has a choice, he will not drink this unknown decoction.

However, Caiyun stood on the side and looked at himself, no need to ask, this bowl of medicine must be drunk.

As a "child", Ren Miao pretended to be afraid of hardship, struggled for a few seconds and drank the medicine, and then Caiyun went out with the bowl.

At the moment when he drank the medicine just now, he felt a faint fishy smell, as the first killer of the owner of the Pearl Building, he naturally knows the most about poison, no need to ask, there is a problem with this medicine!

Still, he drank.

But he is not stupid, he does not know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer the people of the tiger mountains, after drinking the medicine, he lies on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling every trace of change in his body after absorbing the medicinal power!

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light, this medicine, is a chronic poison, on the surface has the effect of coughing, but in fact this is just the appearance, if you take it for a long time, it will gradually corrode the five organs, but this is extremely long, long and even difficult to detect, it may be ten years, or twenty years, thirty years, you will only feel that the body is getting weaker and weaker.

After understanding the pharmacology and the "performance" that he needed to pretend, Ren Miao had the bottom in his heart, a black and white light flashed on his face, and then he spit out lightly, and spit out a mouthful of black slightly fishy liquid!

Fortunately, he has the miraculous mystical skill of yin and yang, which is gentle and majestic, and is the most suitable for forcing poison!

"The medicine, finished drinking?" In a palatial mansion not far from the courtyard, Qian Wuyang asked Caiyun in front of him with his eyes closed.

"Drink, madam", Caiyun nodded slightly complicated in her heart, what kind of hatred and resentment can make the princess so cruel to a young child, even if she is a bystander, she feels a little unbearable.

"Let's go down, in the future, you can arrange the medicine for three meals a day", Qian Wuyang didn't say anything, and waved his hand.

Returning to Caiyun in Huanzhu Courtyard, she saw Ren Miao, who was sitting at the door with her forehead propped up and seemed to be looking at insects on the ground, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and she walked over and sat side by side with Ren Fang on the steps.

On the ground, two ants were fighting and biting together.

In the sun, two figures, one big and one small, looked down without speaking, as if these two ants were everything.

"Ahem, cough, cough," suddenly, a hoarse voice came from his side, Ren Miao's little face flushed, covered his mouth, and a red streak of blood was left along the corner of his mouth, and then, as if he was used to it, this three-year-old child, without crying or making trouble, took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to look at the ground.

Caiyun's eyes suddenly moistened, and he involuntarily hugged Ren Miao's little shoulder.

In the following days, the decoction three times a day was as usual, but the diet was much better, and the food that had not been eaten before was not eaten in the past, and there were special people who began to deliver it, and even, every three or five times, Qian Wuyang would come to visit him in this Huanzhu Courtyard, claiming to be his mother, and it was really like treating the young master of the Hou Mansion in general, if it wasn't for Ren Yi and changing to other children, I was afraid that I would really treat Qian Wuyang as a biological mother.

Ren Miao didn't know what kind of calculation Qian Wuyang played, why he wanted to call himself his biological mother, an ordinary child, three years old spiritual consciousness was just beginning, and Qian Wuyang chose to take care of himself at this time, undoubtedly to let himself regard him as his own mother.

Ren Ethereal, as a hundred-year-old soul of a three-year-old child, as if walking on thin ice, in the deep courtyard of this Hou Mansion, the performance of his best is hidden.

"This word, read it back, return it to the Pearl Courtyard", one day six months later, in the study, Caiyun pointed to a word on the book and taught Ren Ethereal.

Ren Miao looked at the words on the book, nodded, and wrote crookedly with a brush, Caiyun didn't notice that although Ren Miao was writing, his eyes were looking at the contents of the book.

The advantage of teaching with Caiyun is that you can secretly look at the books of this world.

"Born, born!" Suddenly, a noise sounded from outside the house, Caiyun looked stunned, and then suddenly stood up and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

Not far from the courtyard is the courtyard belonging to Qianwuyang.

Ren Miao stood in the courtyard, looking at the hurried people outside the door, his expression was sad and joyless, calculating the time, it was time for Qianwuyang to give birth.

The huge Hou Mansion, at this moment seems to be a giant beast that has been alarmed, countless people pass through, Ren Miao has never felt the liveliness of the Hou Mansion as at this moment, countless people have various expressions on their faces, the production of dry dancing yang, the movement is really extraordinary.

While he was thinking, a familiar figure suddenly walked in front of his courtyard, Ren Yi's eyes were suddenly stunned, white robe, purple and gold crown, it was none other than his father Ren Wutu, whom he had only met once!

At this moment, he was hurrying towards Zifeng Garden, and he didn't notice Ren's ethereal gaze lingering on him.

Ren Miao suddenly felt a little sad, not for himself, but for his biological mother, Xu Yan'er, who had died.

"Born, born, congratulations to the master, congratulations to the lord, it is the dragon and phoenix fetus!" the midwife's surprised voice sounded, and she walked out of the delivery room with two babies in her arms, a man and a woman.

Two babies, crying in front of Ren for no reason, seem to rebel against the world.

Ren Wudu looked at the two babies in his arms, there seemed to be a moment of distraction between his expressions, and then he showed a big smile, and the iron-blooded marquis showed his tender side at this moment, and gently held the two babies up.

"Madame is awake", at this time, a voice sounded, but it was a colorful cloud.

Ren nodded and walked into the house.

"Husband, how is the child?" Qian Wuyang, who has always been strong, is no longer strong at this moment, his forehead is sweaty, and the green silk is messy, but he looks at the two babies in Ren Wudu's arms with the brilliance of motherhood, and it also shows a feminine softness that has not been seen for a long time.

"The children are all good, a boy and a woman," Ren Wutu walked to the side of the bed, sat down, a hint of softness flashed in his eyes, and helped Qian Wuyang up.

"That's good, have you thought of a name?" Qian Wuyang looked at the two babies.

"My daughter's name is Ren Yunyun, and my son's name is Ren Xingyun," Ren nodded without reason.

Chengwu Hou Mansion is happy, Qian Wuyang is the emperor's sister, the news of the birth of the dragon and phoenix fetus, Luo Jing was a sensation, the Hou Mansion was full of traffic in front of the door, there were countless congratulations, all kinds of rare gifts were even more beautiful, and more sensational, still behind, a holy purpose was passed down on the same day.

"The king is harmonious with the nine clans, and the concord is with all nations. Thick people are in the national style, and the test is in Yixiang. The royal sister Roujia dwells in quality, graceful and elegant; moves to follow the rules of the history, the festival of Henghuang in the step, today there is the joy of the dragon and phoenix, congratulations, the special female is the lord of Wuyang, the golden book is given, humble to hold the profit, the dry of the benefit of the Xingmen, expensive and thrifty, the voice of the room forever, do not replace the order, still slow Houlu, Qin this", to the effect that because of the dignified conduct of Qianwuyang, Chengwu Marquis has meritorious service in the country, and his daughter is the lord of Wuyang.

As soon as the holy decree came out, the whole world was envious, what a kind of kindness, as soon as he was born, he was canonized as the county lord, which shows the emperor's love for the Hou Mansion, and as for the baby boy, he will inherit the marquis in the future, so naturally he does not need to be sealed again.

For three whole days, the Hou Mansion was immersed in joy, and a banquet was held, and almost most of the magnates in Luojing became guests.

And one step away, the temple seems to have been forgotten, standing there quietly.

Inside the house, under a lonely lamp, Ren Yi sat quietly in the study, under the pen, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, one by one black handwriting, like a sword, on the paper, as if the next second was going to take off the paper and pierce into the eyebrows, not so much a word, but a sword, the sword spirit is revealed between the lines, the sword intent, rushing to the face!

The sword heart is still there, and the sword intent is even more before!

He is actually using words as a sword, honing his sword intent!