Chapter 219: Truly Blessed

Rong Yang was very happy, and he thought the He family disciples were great.

In the past, that Fubao was simply indescribable. Whose wild child was it that ran to the Yan Guogong Manor to eat and drink? But He Shizi had the fate of being a widower and having no children, so the He family disciples could only watch Fubao move things in big bags and small bags.

"Aiyo!" A young scholar patted the little milk bun's head, his love for him unable to be hidden: "This is our family's child."

Qin Lang was puzzled, and the young scholar drank a sip of tea and said: "In the past, Qin He's child Fubao, from the second branch of your family, would run to the Yan Guogong Manor from time to time to ask for things. Our Shizi had the fate of being a widower and having no children, so we had nothing to say, but other people's children are other people's children. No matter how you look at it, they aren't our own family's child. Look at our Rong Yang, how good he is."

Qin Lang nodded: "Rong Yang is golden."

Don't even mention Fubao, only the Xue Wang Fu treated her as a treasure. Qin Lang didn't agree that Qin He's child had luck, but Qin He was protected by the Heavenly Dao, so it wasn't strange that Fubao, as Qin He's child, had some luck.

This was still a child born after swallowing two auspicious clouds. If she hadn't swallowed auspicious clouds, she would probably have an ordinary fate and wouldn't be related to having luck. Qin Lang was disdainful, then put his mind on his little nephew.

Rong Yang was only a little over a year old, still a child, and needed adults to watch him when eating.

After eating, the teenagers went shopping and went to the Spiritual Plant Street to buy spiritual fruit. Qin Lang held Rong Yang, and a teenager waved his hand: "Rong Yang, what spiritual fruit do you want to eat? Brother will buy it for you."

Rong Yang said: "It's very expensive."

"Expensive is expensive. We gave so many good things to other people's children before. Can't we spend silver for our Rong Yang to eat?" The teenagers rushed into a shop: "Rong Yang, what spiritual fruit do you like to eat?"

Rong Yang was easy to satisfy: "I'm not picky."

The teenagers looked back, and the more they looked at the little guy, the more they loved him. Look, their He family's child was different, generous, and looked like carved jade, unlike Qin He's child, who was petty and took everything.

Spiritual peaches were fresh and had leaves, apricots had passed the very sour season, and there were grapes. The yield of spiritual fruit was low, and planting was difficult, so the quantity of each spiritual fruit was very small.

Not only was the quantity small, but it was also very expensive.

But the He family disciples didn't feel bad about silver and crystals, and they took out crystals one after another. Qin Lang watched from the side, then looked at the little milk bun he was holding. Truly blessed, so many people loved him.

Qin Lang wasn't blind; he could see that the He family disciples really liked Rong Yang.

A He family disciple picked three spiritual peaches. The peaches produced in Great Yan were famous, with high sweetness. The apricots weren't good, and the fruit didn't look like a sour variety, but one bite was sour enough to kill someone.

But it was spiritual fruit, so he bought two for the child to taste. He bought a large bunch of fresh grapes. The grapes planted by low-level wood-element cultivators had decent sweetness, both sour and sweet.

The He family teenagers wanted to buy more, but Rong Yang said: "I can't eat it anymore."

That was the end of it, and everyone left happily.

"Give you one to eat." A cousin gave Rong Yang a spiritual peach. The spiritual peach was the most expensive and looked delicious.

Rong Yang hugged it: "My younger brother loves to eat it too."

The teenagers looked at each other. Rong Shizi was dashing, and they were both powerful officials of Great Yan. That such a noble Shizi could raise their He family's little Shizi so well, the favor was huge.

"We didn't buy many spiritual fruits." A cousin of Rong Yang said: "How about sending a few to your younger brother to taste?"

"Good." Rong Yang's eyes lit up: "My younger brother loves to eat spiritual fruit."

Everyone discussed it and rushed to the Rong Wang Fu. Rong Yang brought the He family disciples to see Rong Shizi, who asked someone to tell Qin Bi.

Rong Juan was worried that Qin Bi would mind and not like the He family.

Qin Bi was cooling off under a tree in the courtyard. After thinking about it, she met the He family scholars. The teenagers bowed generously. Rong Yang picked the spiritual peaches and washed them. He only washed one apricot, and there was a bunch of grapes.

The maids and nannies prepared tea and ordinary fruit. Rong Yang entertained everyone, and the child was very happy.

Qin Bi held her little son and fed him spiritual peach. The little milk bun ate it deliciously, gnawing on the spiritual peach "ah-wu ah-wu." Rong Yang only ate one, and gave the other two to the little milk bun.

Qin Bi took an apricot and gave it to the little milk bun to taste, but the little guy was so sour.

"I don't mind the sourness." Rong Yang took it and ate it.

A He family disciple saw it and said: "Rong Yang, if you like it, I'll buy it for you again later."

One's own children were loved by one's own family. The He family disciples' closeness to Rong Yang was something in their bones. Qin Bi was lost in thought. Bloodline was something that couldn't be faked. Rong Yang was naturally close to the He family.

Next, Qin Bi smiled at the He family disciples, and the He family disciples were flattered.

After playing for a while, Rong Yang and the He family disciples and Qin Lang rushed away. This group of good brothers went shopping again, buying whatever they wanted to eat, which made Rong Yang very happy.

Playing until dark, He Shizi came to pick up Rong Yang, and the group returned to the Yan Guogong Manor.

Qin Lang went straight home, and they agreed to continue playing the next day.

For the past two days, Rong Yang had been playing everywhere with Qin Lang and the He family disciples. Qin He finally woke up, her head splitting with pain, unable to sleep day or night. Xue Shizi, with a pale face, personally went to the Yan Guogong Manor to ask for pills, but was rejected by He Shizi.

"My things are all reserved for Rong Yang," He Shizi said.

"But Qin He is injured," Xue Shizi was anxious.

He Shizi looked at Xue Shizi, his eyes calm and waveless. After a moment, He Shizi said: "I begged to marry Qin He, but the marriage didn't happen. Do you mean I have to take care of your Xue Wang Fu for a lifetime?"

"Uh..." Xue Shizi choked.

He Shizi didn't pay attention to him anymore, and Xue Shizi returned disappointed.

Rong Yang returned, and the brother who stayed in the manor ran to tell the little milk bun: "Xue Shizi came to ask for pills again."

"Did you give them?" Rong Yang asked.

"No."

Rong Yang didn't care anymore. Yan Guogong called the child over and gave him a box of beast crystals. Rong Yang stayed. Fubao came to the Yan Guogong Manor in a sickly state.

Yan Guogong Lady took a deep breath, dissatisfied: "What is wrong with this family? The child is young and can't be raised well. Fubao is injured and still comes. What if she brings illness to Rong Yang?"

"The Xue Wang Fu is becoming more and more unpresentable," Yan Guogong sneered.

Yan Guogong Lady didn't pay attention to Fubao and sent her away in a few words. Fubao walked to the courtyard, picked a flower, and left with a pout. Rong Yang didn't say a word and went home holding his little pillow.

The little milk bun didn't say anything about leaving. He went to the flower bush holding his little pillow. The tiny little milk bun looked on the ground. He Yan let him be. Several He family teenagers ran over and followed the child to look.

They didn't know what they were looking for.

Rong Yang poked the scattered soil: "There is a grass missing here."

The teenagers were stunned, and He Yan was also startled, then smiled lightly: "Easy, I'll get it back." ===== CHAPTER 220 =====

The youths were stunned, and He Yan was also taken aback, then he chuckled: "Easily said, they must all be brought back."