Chapter 673
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Facing this little brother-in-law who was only five years old, Xiahou Qing did not dare to slight him in the slightest. Even though his eyes could not see, this did not prevent him from following his voice and bending his knees. He maintained a level posture and softly said, "This one is."
Ji'er straightened his chubby waist and did his best to maintain a serious appearance. "How old are you this year?"
Xiahou Qing was respectful and reverent. "Just half a year old."
Ji'er looked him up and down and crisply said, "Then you are four years older than my jiejie. So old."
In vain, he, Xiahou Qing, had walked the human world for 20 years and enjoyed the pursuit of many flowers. He did not expect that there would be a day when he would be disliked like this. At the side, Forsythia was laughing so hard that her eyes could not be seen. Ning Shu was also full of ridicule, wanting to see how he would respond.
Xiahou Qing was not angry at all. Instead, he said very sincerely, "I am indeed a bit old and not worthy of your jiejie. Xiao Gongye, please forgive me."
Ji'er nodded. The little rascal said, "Your attitude is barely acceptable. You have to know that my jiejie has many admirers. The people who want to marry her can line up from here to the city gate. Since you are aware of your shortcomings, you must show your sincerity in the future and treat my jiejie better. Even better. You cannot make my jiejie sad. Otherwise, I will have my jiejie kick you out." Finishing, he waved his hand at Xiahou Qing and assumed the posture of a strong little brother-in-law. "Come with me. I have a few things to ask you. This is between us men. It cannot be heard by others."
Ning Shu was speechless. She did not know where this little brat had learned this from. What was even more surprising was that Xiahou Qing was actually willing to cooperate. His attitude was so gentle that it was not like him. He allowed Ning Ji's soft little hand to pull on his clothes and led him to an empty flower tree to carry out this man-to-man conversation.
There was a pothole under the flowering tree, but it was too dark to see clearly. Ning Ji almost fell down, but Xiahou Qing scooped him up and threw him onto Xiahou Qing's long legs. Ning Ji blushed and hurriedly supported Ning Que's legs to stand up. He coughed like the Headmaster, put his hands behind his back and began to ask, "They said you were going to die, right?"
Xiahou Qing didn't treat him like a child. Instead, he calmed down and frankly said, "Yes, I've been poisoned. My life is hanging by a thread and I'm in imminent danger. I could die at any time."
Ning Ji frowned and said sadly, "Then what will happen to my sister after you die? How can you let her be a widow when she is so young and so pretty and so clever? Mama Zhou, who owns the flower garden in our mansion, is a widow. I often hear her crying secretly behind the rockery. She is so sad. How about you don't die first, or wait until you are old before you die? " He was still too young. His understanding of life and death was limited to the spring. The butterflies in the garden died one after another in the summer. However, they would come back to life the next spring, flapping their wings.
Xia Hou chuckled. His brows and eyes were as distant and melancholy as the distant mountains. "Young Duke, if I have a choice, even if the human world is waiting for me, I can give up everything and live one more day in this world. However, fate is often not in my control."
Ning Ji was even sadder, "But my sister likes you very much. You definitely don't know. Ever since my sister woke up from her injuries on her fifteenth birthday last year, she has been different. She is like a different person. Even though she smiles and treats us very well, she is especially lonely when she is alone. She is like a rock and doesn't care about anything. When she was engaged to those young masters and put on the wedding dress, there was no happiness in her eyes. It was like … like the Headmaster gave me a homework assignment. I didn't like it at all but I still had to force myself to do it. However, after knowing you, it gradually changed. Sometimes, I would play with her after school. I would actually see her holding a book in a daze and smiling. Sometimes, she would suddenly sigh and look very distressed. Oh right, she also secretly practiced drawing. In order to make that lamp, she pricked a few fingers and you couldn't see it! She really, really likes you! "
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