The imperial concubine is nine and a half years old, and she is willing to overturn the table and re

Yan Guanqing was so angry that he lost his usual rationality and calmness. He pointed at the door and started to chase people away: "Get out, get out, go back to your own home!"

He originally wanted to keep the two of them for dinner, but now...

Humph! It's really an eyesore!

He was afraid that if he kept them, he would choke to death on his dinner.

Xie Yuantang achieved his goal and did not bother to continue. He smiled and pulled Situ Yan to wave at him: "Uncle, have a good rest. Goodbye, uncle~"

Situ Yan followed suit: "Uncle's shoes are nice, bye uncle~"

Yan Guanqing had three black lines on his forehead. Seeing the two little bastards... two beloved children running out, he couldn't bear it and spoke: "Yan'er."

Situ Yan turned around.

Yan Guanqing hesitated for two seconds and said, "In a few days, go with your uncle to see your grandfather."

Xie Yuantang's eyes lit up. Situ Yan's grandfather? Wasn't that the retired old man Yan Shang from the Yan family?

Situ Yan frowned. Grandfather?

Oh! Lengzhen Mountain!

Situ Yan blinked and asked in confusion, "But my wife's grandfather lives far away. If we go there in a few days, won't it take several months?"

Yan Guanqing: “…”

As a grand tutor, he was almost driven to death by this unfilial nephew.

His hands were shaking, and he roared with full force: "Who said Xie Yuantang's grandfather? Don't you have a grandfather yourself?"

Situ Yan shrank back behind Xie Yuantang after being yelled at by him, muttering softly: "How should I know what counts as having?"

Just like uncle, father... He had called them these names before, but did he really possess them?

Yan Guanqing didn't hear his mumbling, but Xie Yuantang did.

She held Situ Yan's finger and said to Yan Guanqing with a smile: "Uncle, don't be angry. My husband just didn't react for a while. We will go. Tangtang also wants to see grandpa!"

It doesn’t matter that Situ Yan can’t speak, because she can.

She can go meet Yan Shang and help Situ Yan to keep the power of the Yan family firmly in his hands!

Yan Guanqing looked at the backs of the two people walking out hand in hand. Situ Yan was much taller than Xie Yuantang and his steps were bigger, but he would slow down.

Xie Yuantang jumped up and down, tugging at his sleeves from time to time and pointing around, as if telling him something.

Two children who were not favored by God were strangely bound together by fate and moved forward bravely.

Yan Guanqing's eyes suddenly felt a little sore, and he thought to himself, he should say hello to the old man in advance, so that when his eldest nephew finally comes home, he won't scare the two children with his stern face.

Also... let the old man improve his psychological endurance, otherwise he might be pissed off to death by these two little bastards!

Yingtian Street.

On the way back, Xie Yuantang and Situ Yan did not take the carriage, but asked Yan Feng to drive the carriage back, and the two of them walked slowly along Yingtian Street.

Situ Yan was puzzled: "Madam, why are we walking back?"

He seldom goes out, let alone strolls freely among the crowd, especially since the eyes of passers-by always linger on him, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Xie Yuantang held his hand, looking around and saying, "We just came out of my uncle's house, those people don't dare to attack us. If we go back too hastily, they will definitely know that we are going to deal with them. But when they see us strolling leisurely here, they will think that we have given up and will not pursue the matter. This move is called paralyzing the enemy."

She promised to teach him and stopped giving him half-hearted advice.

Situ Yan scratched his head and said honestly: "It's a bit difficult, I don't understand."

Xie Yuantang tugged at his finger amusingly: "It's okay, you'll understand it slowly in the future."

"Yeah." Situ Yan nodded vigorously.

He remembered the new trick his wife taught him, which was to curse and force the enemy to surrender!

Although he doesn't understand, he can curse!

The two of them walked along the way, and Xie Yuantang also bought a lot of candy boxes. As he was eating, he heard a seductive laugh coming from the roadside: "Whose beauty is this? She came out like this, aren't you afraid of being targeted by thieves?"

Xie Yuantang's eyes lit up and he immediately looked up: "Beautiful lady? Where is she? Let me see her, let me see her!"

The other party chuckled and teased: "Oh, there's a little beauty."

Xie Yuantang blinked and finally saw the man who was speaking clearly.

The gray monk's robe was worn loosely on his body, and his tall figure did not stand properly, but leaned crookedly against the door frame, with his long legs hooked forward.

Xie Yuantang's eyes stayed on his smooth head and charming appearance for several seconds, and asked curiously: "Are you a monk?"

The monk touched his bald head and said, "Isn't it obvious?"

Xie Yuantang shook his head: "It's not obvious. I thought you deliberately dressed like this to stand on the street. You know, the temptation of uniforms."

Monk: "..."

He rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Don't you know too much at such a young age?"

Then he looked at Situ Yan who was silent: "As her husband, you don't say a word to her?"

Situ Yan said: "But I also feel that you don't look like a proper monk, you look like..."

"Evil monk!" Xie Yuantang added.

Situ Yan nodded: "Yeah, evil monk... eh?"

He paused and looked at the monk strangely: "Why does this name sound familiar?"

The monk curled his lips and said, "Since we are passing by, why don't you two come in and have a seat?"

Xie Yuantang looked up and saw the shop sign - Foyin Pavilion Branch.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled obediently: "Okay."

When Xie Yuantang walked into the Foyin Pavilion, he was surprised to find that it was very quiet inside. Apart from the three of them, there was only one waiter.

Xie Yuantang asked: "Why are there so few people in your store?"

Isn’t it said that Foyin Pavilion is the richest man in Beijing?

The monk served tea to the two of them, sat down opposite them, and said with a smile, "The Buddhist Sound Pavilion does not rely on those things for a living."

Xie Yuantang's eyes turned slightly. Does that mean he doesn't make a living in an upright way? This Buddhist Sound Pavilion...

She hid her thoughts, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then asked, "By the way, you know he is my husband, which means you know us. What about you? How should I address you? I can't call you a demon monk, right?"

"That's okay."

The monk looked at Xie Yuantang with interest, and said with a curled lip: "It is an honor for Wuchen to be called a demon monk by the little imperial concubine."

Xie Yuantang blinked, with a suitable curiosity on his face: "Master Wuchen, are you the boss of Foyin Pavilion? Is it true that Foyin Pavilion promised that those who have the seal can promise anything to the other party?"

"nature."

Wu Chen smiled calmly and confidently: "I have heard some rumors about the little imperial concubine, and I know that you also have a thumb seal in your hand. So, does the little imperial concubine want the person in Foyin Pavilion to make a promise?"

"Yes~"

Xie Yuantang said sweetly: "I want you to help me kill someone~"

Wuchen: "..."

He put down the teacup and clasped his hands together: "I wonder who the little imperial concubine wants Foyin Pavilion to kill?"

Xie Yuantang smiled: "People in the palace, concubines or princes."

Wu Chen: "... Amitabha, my Buddha said not to kill people."