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Chapter 1108

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"Did you see it last night? That firework was so beautiful …"

"What firework? I went to bed early last night. I don't know! "

"That's a pity. The firework last night lasted for more than a quarter of an hour. There were even words in the sky at the end. Anyway, I've never seen such fireworks in my life …"

"Wait … Who dares to set off fireworks in the city? Aren't they afraid of being locked up in a small dark room?"

"Who dares to lock the Prince in a small dark room? I heard that those words were something like 'Fu Shou'. I don't know whose birthday it was yesterday. It's too extravagant …"



Early in the morning, in the city of Ruyi, people were talking non-stop. Most of the topics were about the fireworks show last night.

In the small courtyard, Xiao Zhu finished washing up. When she was about to pour water, she looked at Xiao Cui, who was brushing her teeth with green salt. She wondered, "Strange, why is Xiao Huan not up today? Isn't she usually the most diligent?"

Xiao Cui said vaguely while brushing her teeth, "I don't know … Maybe she was too tired last night."

"This silly girl, she thought that young master had forgotten about her …" Xiao Zhu shook her head. Her face was filled with envy. She said, "The fireworks last night were so beautiful …"

Creak …

Behind the two of them, a door opened and Xiao Huan walked out.

"Hey, Xiao Huan, you …"

Clang!

Xiao Zhu didn't have time to pour away the washing water. The basin and water fell to the ground, making a clear sound.

Her feet were wet but she was oblivious, her eyes staring at Xiao Huan, or more accurately, staring at her hair that was coiled up high.

Xiao Cui also stared at her in a daze. The toothbrush in her hand had already fallen to the ground. Her arms were still moving back and forth.

There was a kind of sadness in this world. It was called, when you still had two buns, your sisters who were younger than you already had their hair coiled up …

They had been left far behind by their peers and then mercilessly abandoned.

They suddenly felt a little sad.

Xiao Zhu picked up the copper basin. Xiao Cui picked up the toothbrush and silently walked back to the room.

Xiao Huan looked at them, blushing. She whispered, "You …"

"Fourth Madam, let us be quiet …" The two turned around and said in unison.



Li Duan, who was only four years old, still didn't understand some things.

For example, he couldn't understand why he had to call Aunt Zuimo and Ruoqing Aunt at first, but later on, he had to call them Mother. He also couldn't understand why Aunt Ruoqing had to call them Mother in the future.

If he didn't understand, he would ask. That was why he came to ask Li Yi.

"This …" Li Yi thought for a moment, patted his head, and said, "Children should be obedient, don't ask so many questions …"

A child's curiosity was very strong. Li Yi's answer obviously did not satisfy Li Duan.

He thought for a moment, and his eyes turned. Suddenly, he said, "Father, I know. Is it true that we call them Aunty first, then Mother …"

Li Yi nodded. Li Duan would understand these things in the future. As long as he answered him perfunctorily now, it would be fine if he didn't run over and ask questions.

"Then when should I call Aunty Mother?" Li Duan's face revealed a look of anticipation. He asked, "If Aunty becomes Mother, will she still spank me?"

If Aunty became Mother, would she still spank him? Even Li Yi himself didn't have that confidence.

Li Yi looked at him and said seriously, "You can't call her that. If you do, Aunty will spank you until your butt blossoms …"

Li Duan didn't dare to ask anymore. He ran out of the courtyard, planning to ask Aunty.

Aunty treated him the best. She wouldn't lie to him, and she even brought him out to play and gave him delicious food. Other than his parents, grandmother, and Xiao Niang, Aunty was the person who treated him the best.

He ran into a small courtyard and saw a white-haired old man standing in the courtyard. His expression changed, and he ran out quickly.

He was only halfway when he was picked up.

Chang De looked at him and said with a smile, "Little guy, your father couldn't escape from me back then. Be a good boy and learn from me. My kung fu is much better than that Xu guy …"

Li Duan kept struggling in the air and shouted, "I won't cut it, I won't cut it, I won't learn your kung fu …"



Chang insisted on taking Li Duan as his disciple, and Li Yi didn't stop him.

It was his good fortune to have a grandmaster willing to pass on his lifelong knowledge to him. Anyway, Chang didn't understand the Bixie Swordplay and the Sunflower Manual. Li Duan was the young master of the Li family, and he would have to bear many responsibilities in the future. Before that, he must first have a strong body.

Xiao Huan, who had already tied up her hair, was teasing Li Mu. Compared to yesterday, although her identity and status had changed, but why did it look like … it was just a change of hairstyle.

She didn't let Li Yi arrange a maid for her, and still helped him wash and live every day. Although the chatterbox Xiao Huan of the past had disappeared from his memory forever, there was always a smile on her face, and she didn't stare blankly for a whole day like before …

The little maid had grown up, and some memories, were probably completely sealed in his mind.

People had to grow up, this was inevitable. These years, he had seen Xiao Huan, Shouning, Yong Ning, Li Duan, and even Ruyi grow up. Even Li Yi himself, whether in appearance or mentality, had changed a lot.

Many things had changed. The simple and honest Fang Laosan had left, and Ruyi hadn't changed in these years. Drunk Mo and Ruoqing had come to his side, and even the otherworldly Miss.Liu had learned to cook …

Of course, there were some things that didn't change.

For Second Granduncle, these years were just like changing a rocking chair and sleeping a few times. As for where he slept, whether it was in Qing 'an Prefecture or the capital, Shuzhou or Ruyi, it made no difference to him.

There were still many things that didn't change. Li Xuan was still so stupid and heartless; MIngzhu's heart was still biased towards the people of the Jing Kingdom and the world; he still couldn't beat Ruyi, and couldn't get back his dignity as a man …

He had made many friends and also many enemies. The people he cared about, some were right in front of him, and some were far away. In retrospect, it had only been a few years.

Li Duan ran over from afar excitedly and said, "Dad, I want to be Grandpa Chang's disciple. Grandpa Chang is more powerful than Aunty. I want to learn martial arts from him, and I will be more powerful than Aunty in the future."

Li Duan was still too young. There was a truth that he would only understand when he grew up.

Having a woman was not only his father's destiny, but also his destiny.

If his life could be divided into four seasons, then before he could remember, it had always been spring.

After he could remember, or more accurately, after he knew the meaning of the word "Aunty", his life had passed through summer and autumn, and turned to winter.

Li Yi couldn't bear to hurt a four-year-old child. He hadn't experienced Ruyi's power. In another two years, even his master wouldn't dare to say that he was more powerful than Ruyi.

Otherwise, Chang wouldn't have blushed.

He should have blushed for deceiving a four-year-old child at his age.

Fang strode in from outside and said, "Young master, everything is ready. When should we leave?"

Li Yi thought for a moment and said, "Early April then …"

The world was big, and life was not limited to Fang and Chang De. There were also Wanru and the Taoist nun in the Qi Kingdom, Shouning and MIngzhu in the capital …

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