"It doesn't matter if you lose it, you guys stay down first, look for it on your body, and it's the same if you take it over tomorrow."

Changxinghou smiled kindly, and there was no trace of his inner suspicion of his son's giggling when he said this.

Mrs. Changxinghou was also willing to save her son's face, so she didn't say anything, but asked Chuanrui to step forward, and her lost son had a peach blossom birthmark on his right forearm.

Chuanrui's cuffs were rolled up, and there was indeed a peach blossom birthmark on his forearm, Mrs. Changxinghou was emotional, and her gaze at Chuanrui was not so indifferent, there was more temperature, but in the next second, this temperature froze on her face.

[Didn't the old lady look down on my father, why does it seem that she is still in love, so shouldn't the mother and son be moved to hug her head and cry later? ] After all, after more than 30 years of separation, it is rare to recognize each other again. But what if I ate a little too much pastry, what if it was too dry and there were no tears? Why don't you take advantage of people's inattention to rub some tea on your eyes? 】

Chuanwen's gaze fell on the teacup beside him that had been dried by her, and he complained in his heart: [Isn't there an infinite refill? Or do you want to steal my brother's? 】

Chuanwu whistled, looked up at the roof, and pushed his teacup to his sister with his elbow without a trace, so that his sister could steal it.

Chuanwen was overjoyed, and quietly changed his cup with Chuanwu's cup, and didn't forget to peek at his brother, okay, I didn't find it.

Xu Yan looked at the sky with white eyes, is it eaten and dried without tears, not to mention that her daughters have all drunk tea, and it is not good to be found out under the noses of others.

Changxinghou: ...... There is an offense to

Mrs. Changxinghou: ...... This tear is not unavoidable

Xu Yan, who had already picked up the teacup next to her: Hey, what am I doing with the teacup? Thirsty, thirsty, or... Wipe some tea like a girl? It shouldn't be discovered, right?

Mrs. Changxinghou glanced at Chuanrui who also looked at the teacup in her hand, his eyes were shining, and he was obviously moved by Chuanwen's thoughts.

Mrs. Changxinghou's sentimentality was instantly wiped out, she coughed uncomfortably, let go of Chuanrui's hand, and tiredly talked about the causes and consequences of losing Chuanrui.

"Thirty-five years ago, when I was still in confinement, there was an epidemic in the capital, and the servants at home were also infected, and the Hou Ye was infected with the wind and cold at that time, and everyone was afraid that it was the epidemic, so they isolated the Hou Ye, and the chaos in the house was not like talking, so the servants took advantage of the loopholes and stole my son, who was only less than a month old."

It's a pity that she lost her son while she was in confinement, and she also had to worry that her husband would leave her at any time. Speaking of sadness, Mrs. Changxinghou shed a few tears.

Xu Yan, who is also a woman, is also quite emotional, a woman's emotions after giving birth are very keen, when she gave birth to two children at that time, her husband accompanied her with cold and warm questions, and she had to wonder if there was someone outside, not to mention that she had undergone great changes, alas, the wife of this big family is not easy to be.

"The servant is gone, the house and the capital are in chaos, we don't have enough manpower, so we have to send out a small wave of people to find it, I don't know where the servant is hiding, but I can't find it. Later, when the family and the capital were stable, we had long since lost the trace of the servant. ”

At this time, speaking of that servant, Mrs. Changxinghou still hated it. She is a generous person, she has never embarrassed her subordinates, and she has never offended the servant, but why did she have no conscience to take her child!

[When I was in confinement, I was sad for my son and frightened for my husband, so I didn't like this son and thought he was here to collect debts. So after the death of Changxinghou, he was provoked by a few words, and he felt that this son was unknown, and the guest Changxinghou, who almost got the epidemic last time, was directly gagged this time. 】

There is no imaginary mother and son hugging and crying, and Chuanwen doesn't have to secretly put tea in her eyes, a cup of tea is all in her mouth, and she complains while listening to Mrs. Changxinghou's story.

Mrs. Changxinghou was stunned, she did think so, but after all, it was the remaining child who was conceived in October, how could she be resentful?

However, if her husband really dies tonight, will she really treat the child who has been found again, as this girl said?

She doesn't deny that if her husband really dies tonight, she will complain about this son, after all, although her husband is old, he has always been in good health, why did this son have an accident as soon as he came back.

And although she injured her body and didn't give birth again, she held Aunt Fuzhong's child by her side, and now she is also surrounded by her children and grandchildren, enjoying the joy of family, and she doesn't want someone to suddenly disrupt their lives.

The atmosphere in the living room was awkward for a while, and in silence, Chang Xinghou suddenly spoke, "Your name is Chuanwen, right?" ”

[Huh? 】

Chuanwen raised his head buried in the teacup, looked at his father, then at his mother, and then at his brother, the three of them were as confused as her, and the topic turned to her daughter and his sister.

Chuanwen tried his best to play the appearance of Mu Ne and nodded, but his heart had already rounded two big arms and couldn't wait to perform: [It's me, it's me, I want to think about how the book describes me when I first entered the Hou Mansion? Cringe... Peeking at people... The little family spirit with mud legs is exuding all over the body... The eyes staring at the clothes and headdresses of the Marquis of Changxing and the Marquis of Changxing were full of greed...]

Cringe... Okay, just keep your head down

Peeking at people... Luckily, my cataract wasn't healed yet, so I was pouting, my chest was straight, and I was rolling my eyes

The little family is angry... Keep your feet together, your toes next to each other, your heels apart, your legs bent, and your inner figure eight ready

What else is there for me to be well... Greed, huh... Greed can be there, but gold and silver jewelry won't be given to me, it's better than a few pieces of pastry...

So, Chuanwen looked at a few delicate snacks between Changxinghou and Mrs. Changxinghou with a pair of white eyes, [hiss (drooling sound)... Osmanthus cake cloud cake, I call you, do you dare to agree! 】

Mrs. Changxinghou: ...... Do I still see a person?

Changxinghou: ...... Get my mace

Chuanrui covered his face, Xu Yan's expression stiffened: Girl, do you want to see which demon you are performing?

Chuanwu's eyebrows stiffened and raised: Sister, my brother really can't say anything against his will...

The maids and servants were all surprised: this man is sick?

"That's... Hungry, come on, eat some mats first. ”

Changxinghou is not a loss is Changxinghou, he quickly reacted, and signaled the maid to bring the osmanthus cake cloud cake next to him to Chuanwen quickly, and he was afraid that this guy would show his original form for a second later, and asked the maid to go to the kitchen to urge the vegetables.

[Aha, there's really something to eat]

Chuanwen cheered in his heart, thanked him happily, and although he accepted his own spell, he still dutifully performed 'greed'... Looking at the pastry, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

[Changxinghou is still strange, but unfortunately he died early, Changxinghou's feelings for his father seem to be deeper than that of Mrs. Changxinghou, and the book also said that if Changxinghou was still alive and taught his father more, his father might not harm others and himself, and finally died tragically on the street]

Changxinghou: If you say this, I'm not afraid

However, he still glanced at his son, whom he had not seen for many years, and his son died in the end.

Chuanrui, who was sympathetic: How do I look at the people of this cheap father, how do I seem to have an expression that I won't live long, is I good in the prime of life, is it wrong,!!! Wouldn't my cheap dad also hear his daughter's heart!