Princess Heyi looked back and saw that the person who came seemed to be Xiaoxiao's sixth sister. Because her family's shame should not be made public, Yan Hu did not reveal the frustration between her and Yan Xiang in front of Princess Heyi. For the sake of her friend, Princess Heyi smiled and asked with a kind attitude: "Is there anything wrong?"

Yan Xiang walked to Princess Heyi and smiled and said, "Princess, don't worry, Princess, the princess will soon become pregnant and give birth to a prince."

Princess Heyi was stunned and smiled, "Okay, I understand." Princess Heyi just thought she was saying things to comfort her and didn't care much.

Yan Xiang stopped Princess Heyi at the Ermen Gate, and was seen by the woman who was placed in the Ermen Gate. The woman quietly told the woman about this, and the woman told Yan Qiu again. Yan Qiu knew that Yan Xiang was reborn, and Yan Xiang said that the Princess Qin would get pregnant and gave birth to a legitimate son. Then this would definitely happen, but even so, it would not change the two concubines in the Qin Palace.

Yan Huo thought for a while and knew that Yan Xiang would say this to Princess Heyi. Well, the reborn person uses what he knows to seek benefits. This is a benefit given by God, and he cannot be envious. In modern times, she is an examination-oriented education, and there are not many skills that can be used in this era. In this way, she has to thank her grandmother who sent her to the calligraphy class. As for her father who loves to wander around the world and her mother who loves to love first, it would be fine if she didn't say it.

That evening, under the urging of the Princess Qin, Princess Heyi entered the palace with great concern.

At night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. After Yan Huo took a shower and changed his clothes, he yawned and got into the brocade quilt with a faint smell of milk and fell asleep. In his dream, she sat in Fu Zhixing's arms, ate the crispy quail meat fed by Fu Zhixing. She was eating it fragrantly, and suddenly smelled a smell of powder. Then she saw a blurred but curvy girl walked over.

The girl waved to Fu Zhixing, and Fu Zhixing put her on the ground and followed the girl without looking back. Looking at his back, Yan Huo felt so distressed that he chased him and shouted: "Cousin Fu, Cousin Fu, Cousin Fu, Cousin Fu, Don't leave Xiaoxiao."

Yan Huo woke up from his dream and sat up, his head full of cold sweat, his eyes staring at the front with dull eyes; the curtain was lifted, and licorice popped in, "Miss, are you having a nightmare?"

Nightmare?

That was a really annoying nightmare.

Yan Huo gasped for two heavy breaths, "I want to drink water."

"Okay." Licorice went and poured a cup of warm tea for her to drink.

After drinking the water, his heart was calmed down. Yan Huo lay back on the bed, "It's okay, licorice, go to bed."

Licorice opened her mouth. She seemed to have heard the lady calling out to Mr. Fu, should she report to the princess and ask Mr. Fu to come over? Yan Huo suddenly said, "Don't tell my mother that I have nightmares." If Princess Nanping asked, she... she was embarrassed to tell her dream.

"Oh" Licorice responded, tucked the quilt, pulled the curtains, and went to the bed next to her to sleep, without saying a word all night.

The next day, Yan Huo was a little absent-minded while sitting in the school, and his writing was tilted to the horizon. Wei Shanniang saw it and pulled her sleeve, "Cousin Xiaoxiao, Cousin Xiaoxiao."

"Ah! Why?" Yan Huo turned his head and looked at her.

Wei Shanniang pointed at her desk, "Cousin Xiaoxiao, you haven't written well, the sir can train people."

Yan Huo looked at it and said, "Oh, is this still a word? This is a ghost painting talisman. He quickly kneaded the paper and threw it into the hanging bag."

Wei Shanniang asked carefully: "Cousin Xiaoxiao, do you have any worries?"

Yan Huo shook his head, "No."

Wei Shanniang pursed her lower lips and said, "Cousin Xiaoxiao, if you don't want to say it, then write it out and burn the paper."

Yan Huo looked at her, and Wei Shanniang added weakly, "That's what I did."

Yan Huo smiled, "Mom Shan, thank you." She thought she could write to Fu Zhixing.

Wei Shanniang also smiled, "It's good that she can help Xiaoxiao's cousin."

At noon, Yan Huo did not rush to take a break, but instead asked Bai Guoyan to write a letter to Fu Zhixing, tactfully expressed his intention to miss him, and asked him why he hadn't come to see her for so long? Was he being entangled by some fairy outside?

After writing the letter, Yan Huo called Honeysuckle, "Find a safe person and send it to Duke Anguo Mansion to Mr. Fu. Don't let people discover it when entering and leaving." Although she is still a little girl, she wrote to a man in private. If this spreads, it will still damage her reputation. Even if she is very enthusiastic and doesn't care, it will not affect the sisters in the family, nor will it make her grandmother and mother look dull.

Mrs. Yan was quite strict in the management of the door. Last time, the honeysuckle went out, she was searched for her body, but then she thought of a way, "Miss, I want to use a few books as a cover, so it is said that the Sixth Master rewarded me with the third brother." The three brother of honeysuckle was serving Yan Tongliang, and was Yan Tongliang's servant, and he read very well. Yan Si Master wanted to wait until he got old and let him go to the imperial examination. This was a great grace for the honeysuckle family.

Yan Huo went to the study and picked a few books that she didn't read, and put them on the storefront for the honeysuckle. The honeysuckle carefully hid the letter in the cover of the book, and then took the book to the side door with a big swagger. The woman in the door still asked, searched her body, flipped through the book. She didn't find anything, so she let it go.

Eryuan, the second brother of Honeysuckle, happened to be resting at home. He followed his father to learn to drive a car and prepare to work in the mansion after the New Year. Yanyuan asked him to deliver the letter and explain it in various ways. Eryuan put the letter away and said, "Zhili, don't worry, once you're sent to Duke Anguo's mansion, don't be so nagging, you're like an old woman."

Honeysuckle waved her fist in annoyance, "You are just an old lady."

The letter was sent in, but Fu Zhixing was not in the mansion. He was in the East Palace. He finally returned home in the evening and saw the letter. After reading the contents of the letter, Fu Zhixing laughed. He had been fascinated by a little fairy, and the other fairies looked down upon him. However, Yan Huo was very happy to write to him and carefully kept the letter.

Fu Zhixing did not write a reply, but instead found a dice made of white jade and sent it to Yanhu. Yanhu looked at the redder on the dice, pursed his lips and said, "There are red beans in the verge of love, and do you know it if you miss it."

Zhiliao Zhiliao happily put the dice into his purse, "If you know, you won't write a letter. I will send him a handkerchief, and there will be silk on the horizontal line."

Life is full of joy and sorrow. Two days later, bad news came from Duke Huai'en's mansion. Duke Huai'en died of illness. The servants of the Yu family tied their waists to the Yan's mansion to report their death. Mrs. Yan sighed and said, "I remember Duke Huai'en is 69 years old this year, and I still think that next year, Duke Huai'en's mansion will hold a big banquet. I didn't expect him to get through it." Duke Huai'en is different from Duke Cheng'en. His body has always been healthy, and everyone thinks he will get better slowly. Duke Cheng'en has been sick for 20 or 30 years, and he can live to die until his fifties, which has surprised everyone. People of the same generation have passed away, thinking that his age is also a sixty-year-old, and Mrs. Yan can't help but feel sad.

"Grandmother, grandmother." Yan Huogong entered Mrs. Yan's arms, "Grandmother ate more food and was strong. When Xiaoxiao got married, she gave birth to a baby. Grandmother helped her watch."

Mrs. Yan shaved her nose with her fingers, "Little girl, she is not ashamed to speak. What a big man, she just wants to get married and have a baby."

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." Yan Huo reached out to cover Mrs. Yan's mouth.

After Yanhuo's trouble, the little bit of sadness in his heart dissipated. He hugged Yanhuo and smiled happily. After taking a nap in the afternoon, Yanhuo asked Licorice to go to the small warehouse to take out the wealthy and octogenarian painting, and took it to Chunhuitang, "Grandmother, grandmother."

"Oh, my goodness, what is this?" Mrs. Yan asked with a smile.

"For grandmother." Yan Huo stuffed the embroidery to Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan asked her maid to spread the embroidery. When she saw that she was rich and old, she immediately understood what her granddaughter meant. In the evening, when Master Yan came back, Mrs. Yan showed him the embroidery, "I always said that I loved Xiaoxiao. Look at Xiaoxiao, I was afraid that I would feel unhappy. I always thought about it and made me happy. I don't love such a sensible child. Could it be that I would love those ignorant children?"

Grand Tutor Yan asked with a smile: "Which child is ignorant and makes you angry? Just tell his mother and teach him a lesson."

Mrs. Yan snorted coldly. The third family was a person who was confused. It would be better to expect her to teach her daughter than to expect it to rain red in the sky.

When the people from Yu's mansion received the mourning, the Yan family naturally had to go to pay their respects. Yan Huo had always been in a relationship with Yu Qingqing, so he also changed into a snow-green top, a lake-blue long skirt, and a silver head. He went to the Huai'en Duke's Mansion with his parents and brothers.

Yu Qingqing knelt in front of the spirit with red eyes so much that his eyes were swollen. After Yan Huo followed his parents and brothers to worship, he walked to her and said, "Qingqing."

"Xiaoxiao, I don't have a grandfather anymore." Yu Qingqing choked and said, "Mr. Huai'en loves Yu Qingqing's little granddaughter very much. It was Mr. Huai'en who was so happy for his granddaughter that the relationship between the granddaughter was very good.

Yan Huo squatted down and hugged her shoulders, "Qingqing, your grandfather just changed his place to live. He went to the sky and turned into stars."

"Really?" Yu Qingqing widened her eyes.

In order to coax her, Yan Huo could only continue to make up, "The deceased will rise to the sky and turn into stars, illuminating the night path. When you look up at the sky at night, the brightest star is what your grandfather becomes."

Yu Qingqing sniffed, "That means, can I still see my grandfather every night?" Yu Qingqing is a real eight-year-old child and has no doubt about this lie.

"Yes, if you have anything to say, you can also say it to the stars in the sky." Yan Hu continued to edit.

"Yeah." Yu Qingqing wiped the corners of her eyes.

He comforted Yu Qingqing a few more words, Jade came over, "Miss, it's time to go home."

"Qingqing, I'll see you in a few days." Yan Huo stood up and said.

"The weather is too hot, don't come over. You can come over when the weather gets cooler." Yu Qingqing wanted to be filial and couldn't go out for a visit, but her friend was weak and was afraid that she would be tired and sick.

"It's okay, it's cool when the sun didn't come out in the morning. I'm here at that time." Yanhu felt that his body was much better than in previous years, but people around him even thought she was a porcelain doll, for fear that she would get sick if she was accidentally done, which made Yanhu feel helpless.
Chapter completed!