After listening to Yan Qianhua showing her what Hao'er was outside today, Feng Jiu smiled when she heard it: "That's okay, this kid has been following us in seclusion, and has barely been exposed to this outside matter. I I just want him to see the world outside. He will only experience it if he personally experience it."
"He is small, but I think you don't need to worry about that. That kid is smart." Wan Yan Qianhua played with her hair, leaning on the table in a lazy manner.
"Sister doesn't know, Hao'er may leave us soon." Speaking of this, Feng Jiu sighed softly, with a reluctance in her voice.
"Huh?" Wanyan Qianhua said softly at the end, with a hint of charm: "What's the matter?"
"Hao'er's biological parents are still there, and if I guess right, they should come and pick him up soon." She poured a glass of wine and took a sip.
"Are you willing to give him back to others?" Wanyan Qianhua glanced at her, and said: "What about his biological parents? Didn't you get him after you lost him? Now that he is raised so big, he is white and fat. Want to take it home?"
Feng Jiu shook his head and sighed softly, "What about the unwillingness? His biological parents are still there after all, and it was said that they were forced to do so. Now that I have found them, I can't force him to stay."
"Who are his parents? How do you know he is with you?" Wanyan Qianhua asked.
Feng Jiu looked at her and said slowly, "True Monarch Xuanwu."
"True Monarch Xuanwu?" Wanyan Qianhua was startled. She was leaning on the table like boneless, and she couldn't help but sit up straight after hearing these words, with a serious expression on her face: "You mean your son now, Is it the son of True Monarch Xuanwu?"
"Ok."
Feng Jiu responded and said: "Is there a bald old man in my mansion? He is called Lao Mei, who came here for Hao'er. He was in the mansion five years ago, and he has been with Du Fan and the others for the past five years. Waiting by your side, now that we are back, Hao'er is so old again, naturally his biological parents are coming soon."
"Tsk tusk, I didn't expect it!"
Wanyan Qianhua’s eyes were shining, and she smiled: "Your son is also a person with bad weather. You said that you saved him when his life was hanging by a thread. You took him back and took him back as a son. Having been around for five or six years, it is already incredible to be your son. I didn't expect that he was actually the real son of True Monarch Xuanwu, which is really incredible."
"Identity brings nothing good." Feng Jiuqing sighed, "If he is a child of an ordinary person, he is a small child, he doesn't have to learn those things so early, but his identity makes him I have to adapt and learn those things."
Hearing this, Wan Yan Qianhua seemed to feel the same, the smile on his face narrowed, and he didn't know what he thought of, and said slowly: "Yes! Sometimes a good background is really not a good thing."
Only people like them know that a good background and a good identity often represent the heavier the responsibilities on their shoulders, and they have more things to learn and bear than ordinary people.
The two were drinking wine quietly without being disturbed by anyone in the courtyard. After a while, Feng Jiu looked at her and asked, "Sister, how are you and Jun Jueshang?"
She hasn't paid attention to these things in these years, and I don't know if Jun Jueshang responded to her feelings?