A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Lan was the little princess of the Jin Kingdom, and had been engaged since childhood. But he was already dead, shot through the heart by an arrow! It was his own father who killed him personally.

But when he saw the six-year-old Xiao Lan ran to his side and hugged him, he couldn't help but wonder, "How did you survive?" He thought about the time when he hugged her body. There was no sign of life. In the end, her body was burned by his father, and no bones were left. Since then, he hated his father to the bone.

Xiao Lan hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face: "I miss you so much, why didn't you come to find me? You are so cruel!" Her voice was tear-jerking.

Xiao Si was so angry that she pushed him away: "Who are you to claim to be a relative here?"

Xiao Lan'er was pushed and staggered, falling to the ground. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Sizhe with tearful eyes, her eyes were full of grievance and sadness.

"I'm Lan Xi, don't you remember me, Brother Yan?" she cried.

Sikong Yan looked at the poor girl in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He recalled every moment he had spent with Lan Zhen, and those beautiful memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Lan Xi..." he murmured softly.

However, Xiao Sizhe still refused to give in. He walked forward, pointed at Lan Xi and said again: "No matter who you are, don't make trouble here! Go away!" He also felt that this face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

Lan Xi looked at Xiao Sizhe's angry expression and her heart was filled with despair.

"I am really Lan Xi, why don't you believe me?" she cried.

There is a saying that goes, the dead cannot be resurrected, but things in this world are always full of endless variables and coincidences. Sikong Yan never thought that one day he would meet someone so similar to Lan Xi.

It was a day with a hazy sun. When that figure appeared before his eyes, Sikong Yan's heart trembled. At the first moment, he almost thought that it was really Lan Zhen who came back.

After all, he and Lan Xi have been close since childhood, and the time they spent together is like a series of warm paintings, deeply engraved in his heart.

However, with further observation, Sikong Yan discovered a clue. Lan Zhen had a unique birthmark on her body, but the man in front of him did not have it.

In an instant, he suddenly realized what was going on. This must be a conspiracy carefully planned by the person who wanted him dead, trying to use this similar person to deal with him.

"Hmph, if that's the case, then I'll use their trick against me." Sikong Yan thought to himself. So, he made a decision, which was to accept this poor little girl who looked like Lan Zhen. He wanted to see if that person was behind her.

But this action made Xiao Sizhe very angry.

"Brother Yan, how can you take her in! She is not Lan Xi!" Xiao Sizhe shouted with his eyes wide open.

Sikong Yan held the little girl's hand affectionately and said, "No, brother, he is Lan Zhen. Didn't I tell you before, brother, I always felt that Lan Zhen was still alive. Now she has been found, right? How could she not be?"

Xiao Sizhe couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but Brother Yan had already recognized him! What should he do? Brother Yan was not a fool! Why did he trust someone else's family so much today? Was it because he looked too much like that person? He felt sour in his heart.

The little girl was very happy. It turned out that what her sister said was true! These men were all idiots. They would risk their lives for beautiful girls. But he was also secretly worried and cautious. He must find a way to stay by his side. Kill him when he is not paying attention at night. To comfort the souls of his parents in heaven!

"Brother Yan, I miss you so much! My parents are dead and I am homeless. I don't know what to do. So I came to find you."

"Oh, okay! Then come back to the barracks with me. At least you don't have to wander around!"

"Hmph, you big idiot. I'm not going to pay attention to you. I'm going back to the military camp to learn cooking from Sister Huo Longguo." Xiao Sizha said this angrily, turned around and left.

Sikong Yan looked at Xiao Sizhe's angry back and shook his head helplessly. He knew that Xiao Sizhe was doing this for his own good, but there were some things he had to figure out.

In the military camp, Xiao Sizhe found the Fire Dragon Fruit with a pouting face and an unhappy look on her face.

"Sister Huo, I'm here to learn how to cook from you." Xiao Sizhe said sullenly.

Huo Long Guo looked at Xiao Sizhe's expression and couldn't help laughing, "Hey, who made our Xiao Sizhe unhappy?"

"It's all because of that bad guy Brother Yan. He actually took in a weird girl." Xiao Sizhe said angrily.

Huo Long Guo smiled and comforted him, "Don't be angry, maybe the young prince has his own intentions."

"Hmph, I don't care what his intentions are. I just want to learn how to cook to improve my mood." Xiao Sizhe said stubbornly.

"That's good! If you want to cook, you must first learn how to cut vegetables!"

Huo Longguo was removing the wool, and she was very quick at it.

"What vegetables do you want to cut?" I asked him, looking at him. Actually, he was just thinking about it to vent his unhappiness.

Huolongguo pouted and said, "Hey! Cut the carrots over there for me!" He pointed to the basin of washed red radishes on the stove.

Six-year-old Si Zhe was incredibly strong. He banged the basin of carrots over to the chopping board. He didn't even ask how to cut them. He just picked up a few carrots, raised the knife, and started chopping them horizontally and vertically on the chopping board.

While doing it, he shouted: "Chop to death you big turtle bastard! Chop to death you big fool, chop to death you big fat pig, I chop, I chop, I chop, chop, chop..."

Huo Longguo realized something was wrong when he heard him speak, and stood up to take a look.

"Hey, my little master, I'm the one who cuts them, what have I done to them?"

"what?!"

Under Huolongguo's guidance, Xiao Sizhe began to learn cooking seriously. He started with the simplest cutting of vegetables, cutting each piece of food carefully.

In the military camp, Xiao Sizhe was happily holding the dishes she had just prepared, preparing to go find Sikong Yan.

"Hmph, I'm going to let him taste the food I cook and see if he dares to make me angry again." Xiao Sizhe said to himself.

When he arrived at Sikong Yan's tent, he saw Sikong Yan teaching Lan Xi how to write calligraphy, with his mouth pouted to the sky. He was originally very happy, but suddenly felt upset. He brought the food to Sikong Yan.

"Bang!" He slammed it down in front of the table and stared at him with dove eyes.

The two men's focused expressions were disrupted by him, and they looked up at him. They saw a little man in front of them, with his mouth pouting so much that it almost blocked both nostrils.

Sikong Yan scratched his nose, thanked him, and served the broth to Lan Xi.

Xiao Si-ling got even angrier, snatched the bowl of soup and put it back on the tray. "I made this myself! If you want to eat it, make it yourself!" She took the food and left angrily...

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