Chapter 345

Heir Rong said to the little milk bun: "You have to be good."

The little milk bun nodded: "Good."

Rong Yang glanced at the child. He agreed too readily.

Rong Yang didn't stay either. He also wanted to go home and eat with his mother. The brother was left at the Yan Guogong Fu. He didn't like going home, but it wasn't that he didn't let the little milk bun go home.

He was raised by the Rong Wang Fu with most of its foundation, and the Yan Guogong Fu should also raise a cub for the Rong Wang Fu.

Before leaving, Rong Yang took away most of the spicy duck heads.

The little milk bun: "......"

The little prince: "......"

The little milk bun had a sweet mouth. He said he was good, but once Heir Rong and Rong Yang left, it wasn't like that anymore.

He didn't eat seriously. The little prince was jumping around eating braised duck heads. The Yan Guogong's wife was coaxing on the side, and He Yan took the opportunity to scoop a spoonful of egg custard and feed it to the little milk bun. He ate one and then wanted to play.

Was He Yan annoyed? No, he enjoyed it.

Yan Guogong looked on the side and was jealous, snatched the small bowl and spoon: "You go change into your court clothes, I'll feed him."

The Yan Guogong Fu didn't have a chance to raise a cub when Rong Yang was small. Now a milky, cute cub was sent to them, and his status was similar to Rong Yang's. The Yan Guogong Fu should raise him. Rong Chi was another grandson of the Yan Guogong Fu.

Yan Guogong held the spoon, scooped the egg custard, and the little milk bun shouted: "Grandfather."

"Hey." Yan Guogong was coaxed by this "Grandfather" until he couldn't find north.

"You have to go to the morning court too." The Yan Guogong's wife was also jealous. Such a small cub, looking at him was rare, so she reached out to snatch the spoon: "Women have to take care of children, I'll feed him."

Yan Guogong couldn't snatch the spoon: "Don't worry, the Emperor can't blame me for taking care of my grandson."

The Yan Guogong's wife couldn't snatch it, took a small handkerchief to wipe the child's mouth, and the little milk bun looked at Yan Guogong, then at the Yan Guogong's wife, bubbling with happiness. He was the cutest cub.

"Grandfather," the little milk bun shouted.

"Hey." Yan Guogong's cold face showed a smile.

"Grandmother," the little milk bun shouted again.

The Yan Guogong's wife responded: "Hey."

The little milk bun shouted "Grandfather" and "Grandmother" tirelessly, and the Yan Guogong couple responded happily, never letting it fall to the ground. Just treat it as raising Rong Yang again. Look how good he is.

The little prince was envious on the side: "Rong Chi brother, you are so blessed."

The little milk bun also had good eyes, being born into the Rong Wang Fu, spoiled by Heir Rong and Prince Rong into a little blessing bag. The little guy himself knew how to pick a family. Rong Yang didn't recognize it, but Rong Chi insisted he was He family's child.

The Yan Guogong Fu was truly fond of Rong Chi. Look at this crowd holding the moon.

Feeding egg custard, and the whole family was spinning around.

In the Xue Wang Fu, Qin He heard that the little milk bun went to the Yan Guogong Fu yesterday and obtained many good things, and went to the Yan Guogong Fu early this morning again, so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

"Is Rong Chi Heir He's child?" Qin He asked angrily.

After asking, Qin He threw the teacup fiercely.

Porcelain shattered all over the floor, Fubao ran into the room and stopped.

Seeing her mother was angry, Fubao ran out.

The maid was carefully cultivated by Qin He and had cultivation, and could speak in front of Qin He. It wouldn't do if they didn't make a sound. Qin He was even angrier. This maid looked left and right and stepped forward.

"Heir Consort, how could Little Heir Rong Chi be Heir He's child?" The maid picked what Qin He liked to hear: "If Little Heir Rong Chi were Heir He's child, something big would happen."

Qin He naturally knew clearly, angry and leaning on the table. Qin He said: "Since he is not Heir He's child, it is too much to run to the Yan Guogong Fu to ask for this and that. Our Fubao is raised as a legitimate young lady in the Yan Guogong Fu, and she hasn't obtained so many things."

Beast crystals, defensive badges, usually Yan Guogong and his wife were not so generous.

Qin He hated it so much that she gritted her teeth. These should have belonged to her Fubao. Qin Bi's child was truly cunning, knowing how to coax Yan Guogong's things with a sweet mouth at such a young age.

If he took after Heir Rong, the little heir of the Rong Wang Fu should be even more noble.

Unlike this Rong Chi, who was shallow-eyed and grabbed everything.

Qin He couldn't like Qin Bi's child.

Qin He didn't like Rong Yang, nor did she like Rong Chi. At first, for Heir Rong's sake, Qin He liked Rong Chi a little, but now, Qin He hated this child very much.

"Exactly," the maid sized up Qin He's face and agreed: "How could the little heir of the Rong Wang Fu ask for things from the Yan Guogong Fu? It's just heard, how could Heir He really give the little heir of the Rong Wang Fu so many good things."

Qin He calmed down and took a deep breath: "Right, someone must have deliberately revealed it to me. It must be Qin Bi, she deliberately made me angry, and then she was happy."

The maid nodded, helping to analyze: "If it were Little Heir Rong Yang, Yan Guogong and his wife might send some beast crystals and defensive badges. It's impossible to give them to Little Heir Rong Chi."

The maid saw Qin He was thoughtful and continued: "Little Heir Rong Chi is not like our Little Junzhu Fubao. Little Junzhu Fubao was watched by Yan Guogong and his wife since she was small, treated as the legitimate granddaughter of the Guogong Fu. Even Little Heir Rong Yang, a grandson who suddenly appeared, has a different affection than one watched since small. Whoever Fubao Little Junzhu can't get, no one else can think of getting. Someone deliberately guided the Heir Consort, letting you know that Yan Guogong and his wife gave things to the little heir, deliberately causing you to be angry."

"If you are really angry, you are falling for it."

Qin He's mood eased: "I won't be angry. What belongs to our Fubao, no one can take away."

"Exactly," the old woman and maids agreed: "Our Fubao Little Junzhu is a first-rank Little Junzhu, a child born swallowing two auspicious clouds, more blessed than anyone. Whatever good things there are, they should be given to our Fubao Little Junzhu."

Qin He swept away the gloom and felt happy.

The old woman saw this and hurriedly cleaned up the mess on the ground.

Qin He felt comfortable inside, thinking about sending Fubao to the Yan Guogong Fu. A family that likes children should be visited often, so as not to be snatched by people with ulterior motives.

In the Yan Guogong Fu, it was truly lively these two days, with the little milk bun staying often.

He wouldn't say he was leaving even when it was dark at night. If they sent him away, he would make a scene, crying: "My father~"

When the Yan Guogong's wife heard this tone: "Heaven, you can't cry like this."

The little milk bun said: "Don't go."

"Good, good, good," the Yan Guogong's wife said: "Don't go."

The little milk bun was happy. He Yan returned from the morning court, and the little milk bun rushed to find He Yan. He said he wouldn't go, but when it was time to sleep, the child started making a scene.

For two consecutive days, He Yan and the people of the Yan Guogong Fu didn't believe the little milk bun's act anymore. Seeing it was dark, they immediately coaxed and deceived the little milk bun back to the Rong Wang Fu.

Once the little milk bun left, the lively Yan Guogong Fu felt like something was missing.