The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangshu really couldn't bear to see an eleven-year-old child facing all these intrigues. He was already a thoughtful person, and it would not be a good thing if he thought too much.

What's more, children's ideas are not sound, so they may go astray. Knowing it will not have any substantial effect, so it is better for them to study hard. In this era, having fame is equivalent to having a pillar of the family. Not to mention the policy preferences of Da Zhao, they will not be dealt with arbitrarily when something happens.

"Sister, you are only three years older than me."

Lan Luochen was not convinced and retorted, carefully observing Lan Wangshu's expression to see if she was angry.

"But I will be of marriageable age next year and can register as a household. Can you do that? Be obedient. With your achievements, you will have the right to speak. At least when facing people like my second uncle and grandmother, they won't dare to mess around."

Lan Luochen bit his lower lip. He admitted that what Lan Wangshu said made sense. After all, he was too weak now.

She looked at her brother's frowned eyebrows and rubbed his eyebrows with her fingers.

"Don't think too much. More haste, less speed. If you abuse your body because of hard work, I will never talk to you again."

"I know, sister."

Lan Luochen didn't dare to imagine what would happen without Lan Wangshu in the future, so he agreed with a pursed mouth.

"Young General, thank you very much today. Please take Luo Chen to his room to rest."

"kindness."

Lan Wangshu silently looked at their backs, then turned and walked towards his resting room.

Passing by the room where Zhang Cuicui was imprisoned, she paused and took out a hidden weapon. She didn't believe that these two people were simple.

However, it is certain that Zhang Cuicui does not know martial arts. Lan Duoduo is just a weak boy. Compared with these two people, Lan Wangshu's martial arts level is relatively high.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Cuicui looked sad as she stood guarding the pale-faced Lan Duoduo.

Hearing the voice, she looked back, with no emotion visible in her eyes, neither hate nor like, it was as if she was looking at a stranger.

Lan Wangshu approached the bed very familiarly and looked at his adopted brother.

If we talk about what is extraordinary about Lan Duoduo, it is the extraordinary temperament. It is definitely not something that can be cultivated by a farmer. It is too ordinary. Even if she is autistic, she should have reacted to such a great stimulation.

"How is Duoduo?"

Zhang Cuicui knelt down at her feet neatly, her face full of determination.

"Please help Duoduo, girl."

Lan Wangshu was a little surprised when he heard the word "girl". He looked down at the person kneeling on the ground. This person was quite interesting.

"You are a man of clear conscience. Why would you commit yourself to a scumbag like Lan Qinghe?"

"What the girl said is true. I have no choice. I am just a woman and I can't support Duoduo at all. If I marry a man, at least I can have someone to rely on."

Lan Wangshu sighed. She couldn’t understand it, but from Zhang Cuicui’s perspective, this was indeed a solution.

"Are you doing this for Lan Duoduo?"

"Yes, as long as the young lady can keep Duoduo alive and free herself from slavery, I am willing to deal with the old woman for the young lady and will never involve the young lady."

"No need, you can take care of your son yourself."

Zhang Cuicui seemed to be possessed by a demon. She would not give in until she got her promise and kept begging. However, Lan Wangshu remained unmoved and just looked at Lan Duoduo.

"Aunt Cui."

Lan Duoduo was a little excited. She supported herself with trembling arms, and her efforts looked like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Lan Wangshu saw this and couldn't help but sigh at what a tiny dog ​​it was.

"Don't pretend, sister has seen through it and is willing to give us a way out."

Zhang Cuicui looked back at Lan Duoduo, then at Lan Wangshu, then knelt down and wiped her tears.

"What's wrong with Duoduo? Have you seen a doctor?"

"It's because he was born weak, and he needs a lot of precious medicinal herbs to nourish him."

Zhang Cuicui's eyes were full of self-blame, thinking that she was incompetent.

"Your former husband's family was well off, right?"

Lan Wangshu interrupted her and Zhang Cuicui was immediately stunned, not understanding why they suddenly talked about this.

When she paused, Lan Wangshu immediately understood that she was indeed not an ordinary person.

"I can promise to free you and Duoduo from slavery and leave here, but you have to tell me your identities and don't try to deceive me. You only have one chance."

Lan Wangshu's eyes were always on Lan Duoduo. The teenage boy had a sickly pale face, his facial features were a little unrecognizable due to being too thin, and his eyes were cold.

Suddenly, the young man looked at her, his gaze gradually focused, and he revealed a faint smile, like a lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, with a chill from the world, and a bewitching feeling.

"Don't pretend?"

"Why are you pretending in front of your sister?"

It was true that Lan Duoduo was in poor health. He slowly moved his body and leaned against the wall, and couldn't help coughing twice.

"Who are you?"

"We came from the north. My father was a wealthy businessman, and Aunt Cui was my mother's personal maid. The other party changed his mind and wanted to take all the wealth for himself and slaughtered my family. Aunt Cui saved me, and that's what happened next."

Zhang Cuicui received Lan Duoduo's gaze and nodded quickly.