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Looking at his nephew standing in front of him with a shoe held up in one hand, Yan Guanqing had a complicated expression.

"Put your shoes down first."

His cold cheeks twitched twice, and Yan Guanqing sighed: "When you look at me like this, I always feel like you're going to slap me in the face with it and make it bleed in the next second."

Situ Yan: “…I don’t think so.”

Yan Guanqing: “Haha.”

Situ Yan blinked his peach blossom eyes, turned around and asked Xie Yuantang: "Report to my wife, there is someone here who is acting weird!"

Yan Guanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the clever little girl next to him and asked curiously, "What did you teach him?"

Xie Yuantang smiled, her dimples were so cute, but her words were so violent:

"It's very simple. I told him that those who laugh are not good people. If anyone laughs at you, you should beat him up. If you can't beat him up, you should call him a weird person."

Yan Guanqing: “…” So he was scolded?

Situ Yan put on his shoes and sat in a royal chair with Xie Yuantang. His peach blossom eyes, which looked like those of an old friend, stared at Yan Guanqing stubbornly: "Go ahead and talk. I will try my best to understand."

Yan Guanqing's heart suddenly softened, and he curled his lips slightly and said, "Okay."

He ignored him and turned to talk to Xie Yuantang about the assassin. Situ Yan sat aside, looking at him for a while, then looking at Xie Yuantang, sometimes tilting his head, and sometimes lowering his head sadly as if he understood something.

After Xie Yuantang finished his analysis, he looked at Yan Guanqing and asked, "So, I want to ask my uncle, what do you think my chances of winning are if I fight with Situ Ye and Concubine Yu next?"

"laugh."

Yan Guanqing glanced at the little girl with a half-smile: "Are you just asking me? Aren't you here to ask me for help?"

Xie Yuantang's thoughts were exposed, but she didn't try to hide them. She bent her red and tender lips and said coquettishly, "Oh, uncle, you see through everything but don't tell me!"

Yan Guanqing: “…”

He was not joking with the two of them, but said seriously: "The Yan family is a civil official. With my current ability, as long as you don't leave the city, I will have no problem protecting you two. But if we go against the Fourth Prince, the chances of winning are slim."

He paused, looked at Xie Yuantang and said, "I know you are angry, but this matter should not be made public. You should just bear with it for the time being..."

"I do not!"

Before he could finish, Xie Yuantang interrupted him, raised his head, and his young face was full of coldness and arrogance: "You want me to endure it? No way!"

Yan Guanqing couldn't help but frowned: "Yuan Tang, you..."

Xie Yuantang: "Has my husband been patient for the past 18 years? Have they let him go? Have I been patient in the Xie family? Have they let me go?"

"Uncle, the word 'forbearance' is like a knife above your head. It never stabs the enemy, but yourself."

Yan Guanqing was slightly startled.

He looked at Situ Yan who was silent beside him, and in an instant he seemed to see the woman who had also endured but was not blessed by heaven.

"Yan'er, aren't you willing to be patient a little longer?" Yan Guanqing asked.

Situ Yan was stunned for a moment, looked at him and then at Xie Yuantang, wrapped his big hand around Xie Yuantang's small hand, shook his head and said:

"Uncle, it hurts. I don't want to feel pain. I want to beat someone up."

He might not understand the big principles they were talking about, but he remembered too well the pain he felt when he was beaten by Du Wei and the others.

If that is called "endurance", he doesn't want to endure it anymore. He wants to fight back with his wife!

Yan Guanqing felt his heart ache for a moment when he heard his words. He nodded and said gently, "Okay, then I won't bear it."

"only……"

Yan Guanqing groaned and said, "This matter still needs to be planned..."

"Uncle, I have a solution!"

Xie Yuantang suddenly said, "I plan to write a letter to my grandfather, and I'd like to trouble my uncle to find someone trustworthy to deliver it."

"Mr. Leng?"

Yan Guanqing was a little surprised, and thinking that Xie Yuantang went to Huajue Temple to see Leng Yunwan, he couldn't help but ask, "Did your mother agree?"

As far as he knew, the Leng family had a big quarrel back then. Even if Xie Yuantang could write a letter, with Leng Zhenshan's stubborn temper, would he be able to read it?

Xie Yuantang then told Xie Xueyao's story, and then said: "My mother and I just found out that my grandfather had written a letter. I had planned to write to my grandfather after I came back, but I didn't expect to meet an assassin on the way. Now I have to contact them even more."

After all, she was isolated and helpless in Beijing, and there were very few helpers she could find, but it was different with the support of the Leng family.

Not to mention that her mother could get rid of Xie Zhaoqing, she and Situ Yan would no longer be in the current predicament where they have no one to rely on and can only act like cowards when faced with difficulties.

After hearing what she said, Yan Guanqing thought for a moment and said, "Okay, just write it and I'll help you deliver it."

If he had the support of the Leng family behind him, he would have been able to make full use of his advantages as a civil servant in the previous dynasty.

"Thank you uncle!"

Xie Yuantang's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a charcoal pencil from his small floral bag: "Uncle, lend me some paper."

Yan Guanqing: “…” You always carry this broken charcoal pencil with you. Are you ready to keep accounts at any time?

Xie Yuantang spread out two sheets of paper and wrote quickly with a charcoal pencil.

From Yan Guanqing's perspective, it seemed that the little girl was lying there and scribbling a few times, and then Xie Yuantang put away the paper and pen, folded it up and handed it to Yan Guanqing: "I'm done!"

Yan Guanqing hesitated again and again: "Are you sure you don't want to write a few more sentences?"

You just said a few nonsense words in such a shabby hand. Are you sure your grandfather won't be angry when he sees them?

Xie Yuantang waved his hand and said, "No, this is enough. If someone can help you, he will help you even if you draw a turtle. If someone doesn't help you, even if you write a ten thousand word book, it will be nothing but toilet paper for him to wipe his shit!"

Yan Guanqing laughed: "That's true, but it's too rude."

He did not read the contents of the letter and sealed it in front of Xie Yuantang: "Don't worry, I will have someone send it out of the city tonight."

"Thank you, uncle! You are efficient in everything you do!" Xie Yuantang said flatteringly.

Yan Guanqing raised his eyebrows: "That's it?"

He snorted coldly, glanced at Xie Yuantang who was looking at him eagerly, and pointed his finger lightly at the teacup.

"Hey, good!"

Xie Yuantang understood immediately, and jumped down with a "whoosh", trotting a few steps, attentively poured tea for Yan Guanqing, and handed it to him in a servile manner: "Uncle, you must be thirsty, uncle, have some tea~"

While speaking, he kicked Situ Yan with his short legs.

Situ Yan tilted his head in confusion: "I'm not thirsty."

Xie Yuantang: “…” Who cares whether you are thirsty or not!

She stared at Situ Yan with her big eyes, which rolled around and she winked at him.

From Yan Guanqing's perspective, he saw the furry little head swaying left and right, which was funny and cute.

Finally, after Xie Yuantang's "explicit suggestion", Situ Yan finally understood.

So, add one to the dog leg!

Xie Yuantang handed over the tea, and Situ Yan handed over the teapot: "Uncle, drink this, it has more water!"

Xie Yuantang pinched his shoulders, and Situ Yan locked his throat: "Uncle, let me help you pinch your neck... Uncle, why are you rolling your eyes?"

Xie Yuantang pounded his legs, and Situ Yan pounded his legs with a feather duster: "Uncle, use this... Hey? Uncle, why are you running away?"

Yan Guanqing hid behind the door, panting and cursing: "You two little bastards, get out of here if you keep making trouble!"

Xie Yuantang pouted innocently: "Uncle, I am trying to please you seriously. I am not making trouble. I am not a little bastard."

As for who it is, she won’t say, anyway, she is not it!

Situ Yan felt wronged, lowered her head forty or fifty degrees, and said sadly: "I know I am useless. My uncle scolded me, so I can't scold my wife~"