Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

When Lian Rongrong arrived at Lian Jinghuai's courtyard, Lian Jinghuai had already gotten up.

Years of military service instilled in the men of the Lian family the habit of practicing martial arts every morning.

Despite the low temperature, Lian Jinghuai was still dressed in thin clothes, as if these military generals were not cold at all.

Upon seeing his daughter carrying his grandson, Lian Jinghuai immediately stopped what he was doing, put down his spear, and went to meet her.

“It’s freezing cold, and you’re still in your postpartum period. If anything happens, just let Chun Tao know, and I’ll come see you.”

As Lian Jinghuai spoke, he took Fu Bao from Lian Rongrong's arms.

Although Lian Jinghuai already has a granddaughter, Lian Ruer, this does not diminish his love for Fu Bao in the slightest.

Moreover, Lian Rong was the youngest and most beloved child in the family, and Fu Bao was the only male heir of this generation. Lian Jinghuai naturally doted on him.

However, Lian Rongrong wasn't in the mood to think about these things right now. Her immediate priority was to persuade her father to leave as soon as possible.

"Dad, we must leave here quickly." Lian Rongrong got straight to the point.

Lian Jinghuai, who was playing with his grandson, suddenly paused, looked up at his daughter, and asked:

"Leave here? Where to? Back to the Holy Capital?"

Lian Jinghuai looked puzzled and continued:

"Third Sister, we just moved to the other courtyard yesterday, and it was you who suggested it. It's only been a day, why are we leaving again?"

Lian Rongrong knew that she needed a suitable reason to persuade her father, but she couldn't directly say that Fu Bao had told her.

Just as Lian Rongrong was in a dilemma, her mother walked out into the yard.

“I heard your voice from inside the house. Why did you come all the way here in this cold weather? Didn’t I tell you to rest? Come on in.”

Lian Jinghuai carried Fubao, and Lian's mother held her daughter's hand. The four of them entered the house one after another.

The fire burns brighter in Lianmu's house. Lianmu has always been frail and afraid of the cold in winter, so there are more braziers in the house than in other places every winter.

Suddenly moving from a cold environment into a warm room, Lian Rongrong couldn't help but shiver.

"You silly child, you must be cold." Lian's mother scolded Lian Rongrong as she pulled her hand and led her into the inner room.

But right now, Lian Rongrong is extremely anxious.

"Father, Mother, we must leave here as soon as possible. Can't you see that this year's snow is very different from previous years?"

Mother Lian nodded and said, "He is indeed a bit older than in previous years, but that's nothing."

"Mother, this winter is the coldest we've ever experienced in a century. This snow will continue for a long time. If we don't leave quickly, we might be trapped here."

"It's not that serious. I've fought on the frontier and seen snow much heavier than this. How could we be trapped so easily?"

Lian Jinghuai waved his hand dismissively, not taking Lian Rongrong's words seriously at all.

Lian Rongrong grew increasingly anxious, and in desperation, she could only kneel on the ground and beg her parents to listen to her advice.

Seeing his daughter like this, Lian Jinghuai's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. In Lian Jinghuai's heart, although his daughter was favored, she would never be so unreasonable.

"Rong'er, your father spoils you, but you can't be so willful."

Yesterday you said you were worried that your grandmother would return to Beijing for her birthday celebration and that she was very anxious upon hearing about your affair with the Qi family. As your father, I know your filial piety, so I agreed to let the whole family come to the other residence.

We've only been here one night, and you're leaving again? With such heavy snow, how can your grandmother withstand the ordeal?

Besides, even you and Fu Bao couldn't stand it.

My dear girl, I know you almost lost your life this time, so I can't help but be paranoid.

But if things continue like this, it won't be appropriate.

Lian Jinghuai still loved his daughter after all. Although he was displeased, he remained calm and composed.

However, just as Lian Jinghuai finished speaking, a childish voice came from inside the room.

This old man is good in every way, except he's too stubborn.

Lian Jinghuai's eyebrows furrowed instantly. He looked around and finally his gaze fell on Fu Bao in his arms.

[Stubborn old man, your mother suggested coming to the other courtyard because she was afraid you and your uncles would lose your lives.]

At such an advanced age, doesn't he know that His Majesty's secret decree could lead to his death?

My poor mother, my cheap father from the Qi family is a scoundrel, and my mother's biological father is a stubborn brat.

So be it, I might as well die. Anyway, I have my mother with me, I'm not afraid!

Fu Bao's outburst made Lian Jinghuai's eyes widen in surprise.

Lian Jinghuai subconsciously swallowed, then rubbed his ears, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Lian Rongrong noticed her father's expression and movements; there was something familiar about that look.

Lian Rongrong heard every word Fu Bao had just said, and suddenly she realized a possibility.

Did the father hear Fu Bao's thoughts?

Lian Rongrong slowly got up and carefully walked to her father's side, worried that he would mistake Fu Bao for a monster.

Before that, she had to bring Fu Bao back.

"Father, give me the child." Lian Rongrong reached out her hand, but Lian Jinghuai showed no intention of letting go.

Why haven't you given me back to my mother yet, you stubborn old man? We're all going to die because of you.

This time, Lian Jinghuai finally realized that he was not hallucinating. He held Fubao and looked up at his daughter in disbelief.

"Third girl, did you hear that sound?"

Lian Jinghuai's question finally confirmed Lian Rongrong's guess. Lian Rongrong looked at Fu Bao with trepidation and immediately said nervously to Lian Jinghuai:

“Father, Fu Bao is not a monster. We just don’t know why we can hear his thoughts.”

Seeing his daughter so nervous, even Jinghuai realized that Rongrong had known about this all along.

"Silly girl, are you afraid your father will think Fu Bao is a monster?"

Lian Jinghuai handed Fu Bao back to Lian Rongrong, and then continued:

"Don't say that our Fu Bao isn't a monster. Even if she is, she's the cutest little monster of this time."

Rong'er, you are the apple of my eye, and so is Fu Bao, always will be.

Hearing her father's words, Lian Rongrong couldn't help but tear up, but Lian Jinghuai became even calmer.

Fu Bao's words struck him deeply. Indeed, His Majesty's secret decree was, in a sense, a death knell for the Lian family.

"Third Sister, did this little guy mention the snow disaster in the cold winter?" Lian Jinghuai asked, looking at Fu Bao.

Lian Rongrong knew that there was no need to hide this matter any longer, so she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Dad, there are some things I can’t explain to you right now, but you have to believe that we love you just as much as you love us.”

Lian Jinghuai was moved by these words and immediately nodded firmly, saying, "Okay, I'll do as you say! Let's pack our things and leave here right away."

Lian Jinghuai's decision not only relieved Lian Rongrong, but also made Fu Bao in her arms dance with excitement.

[This stubborn old man isn't entirely useless, is he? In that case, I'll accept you as my maternal grandfather.]

Lian Jinghuai was both amused and exasperated by the little guy, and his gaze towards Fu Bao was full of the doting affection of a grandparent.

Meanwhile, Lian's mother, who was standing to the side, vaguely guessed something from the conversation between Lian Jinghuai and his daughter.

She just couldn't understand why her daughter and husband could hear their grandson's thoughts, but she couldn't.