The words are a joke.

but--

This is what exactly expresses the true attitude of Yang Qingyun or the entire Yang family.

They and Yang are in harmony with each other.

But close relatives get married...

Qi Huan thinks that Yang Qingyun is dancing on her minefield!

She picked up the porcelain spoon she was playing with, stood up, and pressed the spoon to his throat.

Yang Qingyun is very innocent.

Neither expected her to take action nor dare to fight back against her, and she was forced into a corner.

Then, others panicked: "What are you... doing?"

If Qi Huan hadn't taken into consideration the identity of a lady from a family, he would have stepped on his chest.

The cook and the two maids were picking vegetables in the yard. Qi Huan was afraid that they would hear it, so he had to suppress the sound and secretly warn: "You must not take this to my mother and say it, have you heard it?"

Yang Qingyun was shocked by her fierce cousin, and her mind was completely useless now.

He looked at the little girl's porcelain spoon with no attack power in her hand, wanted to laugh, but also felt that her fierce expression was not funny at all: "Ah?"

Qi Huan explained to him that she could not explain the scientific basis for getting married in close relatives, but she firmly resisted: "If my mother took the initiative to ask, you wouldn't agree. Just say you already have a girl you like, have you heard?"

The broken tendon in Yang Qingyun's head finally got connected.

But the little cousin is quite cute when she doesn't dress up!

So, when he was joking, he deliberately teased Qi Huan and said indifferently: "Why?"

Extraordinary words...

Even if it's a joke, he won't say it.

To him, Qi Huan is a relative, a family member, and a person he needs to protect.

I was just talking quickly, but I saw that she was worried about the marriage and wanted to relieve her.

Although he was a bit blunt and disrespectful to girls, he really had no intention of being frivolous.

So, now, even if he is having fun with Qi Huan, he will not say anything like "I like you very much" or "What's wrong with marrying me?"

"No, why." Qi Huan slapped the spoon on the table.

Yang Qingyun was about to come out of the corner, but she saw her pulling out a hairpin from the hairpin, and the tip of the hairpin stick hit his throat again.

This time, Yang Qingyun didn't dare to breathe.

Qi Huan was still as arrogant as a female bandit: "Anyway, if my mother asks, you just do what I said. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will carve a turtle on your face."

Yang Qingyun felt that if he wanted his Adam's apple to move, his skin would be pierced, so he quickly blinked hard.

Qi Huan stopped.

He took two steps back and inserted his hairpin back into the hairpin.

Yang Qingyun touched his throat and confirmed that he had not suffered a bloody disaster, so he began to mutter: "Little girl knows how to be in a movie, and outsiders come to the door for trouble, but they don't know how to scold her."

In his opinion, Qi Huan's attitude towards Qin Shuo's naughty child was too well-educated.

So much so that...

He was worried and felt particularly distressed, and wanted to comfort her.

Qi Huan knew that he was too much when he saw his broken mouth.

She pulled out the veil from her sleeve bag, turned to the stove next to her, and used the veil to bring the whole chicken stewed in the casserole: "Hey, the veil fee."

I took the lid of the pot and the vague fragrance filled the entire kitchen in an instant.

Yang Qingyun swallowed, but was not very relieved: "Is this ripe?"

"I originally wanted to stew the soup, but the cook stewed it immediately after breakfast and served it at lunch. Today it's cheaper." Qi Huan said, "Can you just have the amount of rice, a little porridge and snacks last until noon?"

Yang Qingyun subconsciously touched his stomach.

After eating those things just now, he was full, but indeed, those things were not very hungry.

So he was not polite, rolled up his sleeves, took out the whole chicken and put it on the plate next to him.

He tear off a chicken leg first and just wanted to stuff it into his mouth, when he saw Qi Yuanchen opposite him, he turned to him and handed it to him: "Eat some more?"

Qi Yuanchen was raised by Yang before, but he has not eaten much so far.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qi Huan thought he didn't want to eat, and was about to refuse for him...

Unexpectedly, he actually reached out to take it.

Qi Huan was a little surprised: "Can you still eat it?"

Qi Yuanchen nodded while gnawing at the chicken legs in a stern manner: "I want to eat."

"That's right, boys should eat more and eat meat in big mouthfuls." Yang Qingyun was very happy. He reached over the table and wanted to rub his head. When he saw his oil in one hand, he gave up and pulled off the other chicken leg and started eating it. The food was so delicious.

Qi Huan was sitting next to them waiting for them to eat, but later he joined in for some reason and helped to eliminate the two chicken wings.

Then I simply did it all the time and found a bowl and a spoon to separate the half pot of chicken soup.

The three of them ate and drank enough, washed their hands and wiped their mouths and removed them.

Yang Qingyun also needs to review his homework and can't keep playing. It's not convenient for him to stay in Qixia Garden forever, so he came out of the kitchen and went back to the front yard.

There was still no movement in Yang's room, so he should have fallen asleep. Qi Huan led Qi Yuanchen to Chunyuzhai, which happened to lead him to walk and get some food.

After picking the dishes, the cook started to prepare lunch in full swing. He didn't care that the casserole that was stewed on the stove every morning was gone. Until he was about to prepare lunch and wanted to serve the soup, he found a pot of chicken bones placed on the table.

Of course, this is already a story later.

Here Qi Huan led Qi Yuanchen back to Chunyuzhai slowly.

She just takes care of the children in one move—

Lay a mat on the floor, move a table, and teach writing.

Qi Yuanchen is quiet and patient. Often, he can sit and repeat it over and over again for half an hour with just one word.

Qi Huan set up another table next to her. When she was interested, she practiced calligraphy. She either collected a bunch of old jewelry to make her old career, and dismantled and installed the incomplete or old styles and didn't like it, and changed it to a new look.

The tool was made by her master Zhongyuzhai who asked her to find out about a relatively reliable blacksmith shop and asked them to do it.

It was just a few days after I got it back and it was not easy to use. In addition, the things Yang used for her were all real materials, so she was extremely careful and focused to avoid loss.

Usually, Qi Yuanchen would not harass her at this time, but today he twisted left and right beside him, and looked at her secretly from time to time.

Qi Huan had just dismantled a sway and turned to see his homework, but he saw that he hadn't written a few words on the paper, and he was still crooked.

"What's wrong? Don't want to write today?" Qi Yuanchen was less than five years old, and Qi Huan would not force him to practice calligraphy.

However, she didn't sleep well last night and didn't want to move. She just leaned her cheeks on the table and talked to the little thing: "If you haven't digested your food yet and feel uncomfortable sitting on the stomach, let Yun Xi and the others take you to the garden to play?"

Qi Yuanchen turned his head with a brush in his hand, frowned, but did not speak.

Qi Huan had the patience to wait for him, but he only raised his eyebrows at him with a smile.

Qi Yuanchen's long eyelashes drooped, as if he was feeling depressed.

After a while, he looked up again, looked at Qi Huan with a serious and entangled expression and said, "Sister... don't like cousin?"

He was a child, his voice was pure and stingy, and Qi Huan didn't think much at all: "Why do you say that?"

As soon as she said that, she realized what Qi Yuanchen was asking about and felt a headache.

He and Yang Qingyun couldn’t explain the so-called knowledge of genetics clearly, so what should I say about this milk doll?

Although if the genes of a family are not flawed, even if the close relatives get married, the probability of problems a child born is very small. But I am afraid of such things. Since it can be avoided, why do I have to try the Dharma with my own body?

As of now, the Yang family and Yang are both mentally sufficient, and there are no obvious family genetic diseases in their bodies. However, Uncle Yang died young, and Yang and his two children are both weak. If you think about the worst, Qi Huan is not completely without association or worry.

Qi Yuanchen asked, maybe he was afraid that she would be unhappy.

At this moment, she saw that she was just distracted and became persistent, and asked: "Isn't my cousin good?"

Qi Huan thought about it very seriously, but finally decided on the old way-

Fraud him!

She brought the child over and tapped his nose: "My cousin is family to us. He is very nice to us, right?"

Qi Yuanchen was silent at first, and after a while, he nodded as if he was ignorant.

Then, we immediately came to a conclusion: "That's just that you don't like him!"

Qi Huan:...

"I don't like him either." He was a child, and Qi Huan was afraid that he would spread the message randomly, so he had to explain a logic that he could understand and accept, "Did you hear your mother tell Aunt Yun and the others that you want me to marry my cousin?"

Qi Yuanchen pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Qi Huan just thought he was the default.
To be continued...