On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the lights are like day, the colorful colors are divided into the earth, and the magnificent lights are spread far away. When the Han Dynasty is suspected of the stars falling, the building is like the moon hanging.

Standing on the Taiping Tower, the moon seemed to be hanging on the eaves, and Zhuo'er stretched out his little fat hand and "Pick it."

"My son has ambition." Yan Huo smiled and praised.

Fu Zhixing glanced at Yan Huo, "What should I do if I pick it off?"

"Eat, big cake." Zhuo'er said with a slight voice.

Yan Huo was stunned, son, how could he not be so greedy?

"That big cake cannot be eaten, my father feeds you pastries." Fu Zhixing took his son back to the table and sat down, picked up a piece of hibiscus cake.

After the little guy finished the pastry, he wanted to drink water again. After a while, he pinched his small teapot spout and shouted anxiously: "Shhh, shhhh, Zhuoer wants to shhhhh."

"Boy, I'll eat it, I'll eat it." Fu Zhixing deposed his son.

Yan Huo glanced at him, "If your son only eats but doesn't eat, then there will be a big problem. If you have food and tea, you will be a healthy baby." As he said that, he kissed Zhuo'er, "Son, go, I'll take you to swear."

"I'll take him there." Fu Zhixing stood up and said.

"Together." Yan Huo took Zhuoer out together and was nervous. No matter how many people there were, she would stare at Zhuoer with her own eyes. She was afraid that if she had a wrong look, her son would be photographed by Huazi.

"I'm not relieved?" Fu Zhixing asked with a smile.

"It's either that I'm worried or that I don't look at my son, I'm worried." Yan Huo held Zhuo'er's hand and walked out, and Fu Zhixing followed behind.

When he arrived at the clean room, Fu Zhixing took his son in. Yan Hu and his entourage and the maid stood in the corridor waiting. Suddenly, he heard the cry of the child. Yan Hu became a mother and couldn't hear the cry of the child. So he left and saw a little boy lying on the ground crying, and obviously fell down.

Yan Huo went over to help him up, patted the ashes on his body, and wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "Let your aunt see if you have any injuries?"

After checking, the little boy was not injured, he should have just suffered a pain.

"Little guy, what's your name? Why are you alone? Who brought you out?" Yan Huo asked softly.

I don't know if I don't understand, or I won't answer, the little boy looked at her with his head.

"Mrs. Young Madam, he may be a little mute." Ercao guessed.

"He just cried so loudly, he probably wasn't a mute." Maique denied her guess.

"The mute also cries." Earcalyptus retorted.

"Okay, stop talking about these gossips. You two go around and see if anyone is looking for a child?" Yan Hu ordered the two followers.

Two followers took the order to act.

Fu Zhixing came with Zhuo'er, "Xiaoxiao."

"Wujiu, I picked up a child." Yan Huo stood up and smiled.

Zhuo'er shook Fu Zhixing's hand away, ran to Yan Huo, and grabbed her skirt, "Mom, mine."

Fu Zhixing looked at the little boy. He was wearing a red embroidered flower brocade robe, a gold collar around his neck, and a long-lived golden lock fell on his circle. As far as his outfit was concerned, he could be seen, he was a child from a wealthy family.

"I'll ask someone to find his family." Yan Huo held Zhuo'er's hand, "Let's take him back to the private room first."

Fu Zhixing looked to the left and saw a small house where the shop had miscellaneous items. "Let's go back to the private room first."

The earcake stepped forward and held the little boy's hand, "Let's go."

After their group left, the door of the cottage opened and a man came out of it. He went out of the back door. In the alley at the back door, there was a carriage parked. The man got into the carriage, and it was King Qi who was sitting in the carriage.

"Prince, Prince Anguo brought the eldest son to the private room." The man reported.

"Okay." King Qi smiled as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy, "Go to the Lantern Tower." He and Zheng Wanxia made an appointment to watch the lanterns together.

Fu Zhixing and others returned to the private room. Zhuo'er had been comforted by Yan Huo. He greeted the little boy friendly, "Are you a little brother or a little brother? I am Zhuo'er."

The little boy pushed Zhuo'er away, "My father is the prince, you kneel down and kowtow to me."

The little boy said nothing just now, and Yan Hu thought he was very obedient. Now he suddenly said something like this. Yan Hu frowned. She hated the spoiled naughty kid.

The prince's son.

Which prince has such a young son?

Yan Huo couldn't imagine who it was for a moment.

Fu Zhixing changed his mind and snorted coldly: "It's so calculating." He felt nothing wrong just now.

"What's the plan?" Yan Hu asked hurriedly.

"What would you do if Zhuo'er is lost and someone is sending it back?" Fu Zhixing asked.

Yan Huo spat on him, "Zhuo'er won't lose it."

"I'll say assumptions." Fu Zhixing said with a smile.

"The assumption is not possible. I understand what you mean. I am afraid this kid is not missing accidentally, but someone deliberately made it. He wanted me to pick him up, and then use this kind of grace to save his son to get in touch with us." Yan Huo smiled, "Is this right?"

"Smart." Fu Zhixing laughed and praised.

"What should we do now?" Yan Hu asked.

"The Tzu Chi Bureau adopted an orphan" Fu Zhixing said with a faint smile.

"Good idea." Yan Huo smiled.

Fu Zhixing arranged for someone to send the little boy to the Tzu Chi Bureau, and the family of three sat upstairs to watch the lion dance performance.

At the same time, Yan Zhi and the historian met in the teahouse next to the street. In terms of appearance, Lord Shi was not as good as Jiang Feng. Although he was only thirty-seven years old, he looked quite old and looked over forty years. With Yan Zhi, who was well-behaved in his mother's house, he looked like two generations.

"I have a daughter." Yan Zhi said directly.

Lord Shi smiled and said, "I have two daughters."

"I will take my daughter." Yan Zhi had only one request.

"If the lady is willing, Ling Ai will be the third lady of the Shi family." Lord Shi expressed his willingness to accept Yan Zhi's daughter and was willing to treat her as her own.

Yan Zhi lowered his head, "I will think about it carefully."

Lord Shi picked up the pot and poured her a cup of tea, "Miss, please." Just think about it.

After drinking a pot of tea, Lord Shi suggested going to the street to watch the lanterns. Yan Zhi thought about it and agreed. Yan Tonghua and his wife were accompanied by the two.

Lord Shi was a serious imperial examination. Although his ranking was not too high, he still had some points to learn. He also wanted Yan Zhi to see his advantages, so he went to the stall where he guessed lantern riddles after leaving the teahouse.

"Stand owner, please take down the carp lamp." Lord Shi counted five copper plates for the stall owner.

The stall owner took off the lantern and unfolded the paper rolled under the lamp, "The black hair on his head is dyed like ink, guess a kind of medicine."

"Polygonum multiflorum." Lord Shi smiled.

"This lamp belongs to the guest." The stall owner handed the lantern to Lord Shi.

Lord Shi handed over to Yan Zhi, "Take it back for Ling Ai to play with."

"Thank you." Yan Zhi took the lantern and said with a smile.

The King of Qi was also guessing riddles for Zheng Wanxia. The riddle was: "The little girl with light makeup, pink face, charming and charming, sitting in the middle of the water."

This is an extremely simple riddle. Even those who are not good at guessing riddles can guess that the reason why King Qi guessed was to tease Zheng Wanxia, ​​"a little girl with light makeup, pink face, charming and charming."

Zheng Wanxia stamped her feet shyly, "Hate."

"This lotus lantern is given to the little girl." King Qi said affectionately.
Chapter completed!