Chapter 277 - No Banquet Like a Good Feast
An Qing Ran took the envelope, but saw that there was only one sentence on it, meaning that he believed he could cure this poison.
And marked with a symbol that reads 56.
"Your Biaojiu is getting more and more mysterious now, he doesn't even write letters properly anymore, I feel like I'm reading a heavenly book, can you read it"
An Qing Ran smiled: 'I'll have to study it.'
In fact, she didn't need to study it, because she could read it.
That 56 is precisely the recipe she used when she disfigured herself with the medicine, which of course, had the antidote in it.
This Biaojiu, he was truly god-like.
An Qing Ran smiled and put the letter away, then sat there looking at An Ming Chen again. She had already made up her mind that if her grandmother really wanted to stuff An Mingbo over, she would definitely fight back.
It was a good thing that neither of her parents agreed now.
An Mingchen was tugging at her veil one by one, probably because he didn't like it. So she had to get better as soon as possible. Maybe then she would become a legend in the Dongze Kingdom and would add to the legend of the crown prince's accession to the throne.
Anyway, An Qingran's heart was quiet at the moment, surprisingly quiet.
Compared to before, although she still had hostility in her heart, it was finally quiet, because her heart had a place to rest.
Suddenly An Mingchen called out a syllable: "Jie ......"
An Qing Ran froze for a moment, and listened carefully again, but heard him shouting Jie!
And with his eyes looking at her, it was obvious that his pronunciation was not unconscious.
An Qing Ran's eyes showed surprise, because holding little Ming Chen, and did not dare to shout loudly, for fear of alarming him, just lowered her voice and looked at her mother: "Mother, he called me Jie......"
Little Mingchen was interrupted, so he seriously played with her veil again, Lian Jingyu moved closer, waiting for the miracle to appear once again, Mingchen's little hand grabbed at once, two little teeth white, and suddenly shouted sister again.
An Qing Ran almost wanted to jump, her face and eyes were full of joy: "Ming Chen, call out once more, you can call sister now? Say sister again!"
Ming Chen grinned, his eyes looking at his mother and giggled. An Qing Ran was a little confused, she couldn't have heard him wrong just now, could she? Or did he really just let out a syllable?
Lian Jingyu was surprised: "Mingchen, call your mother ......"
An Qing Ran thought, Mother was not jealous, was she?
But little Mingchen seemed to be in a world of his own, not even hearing the words of the two people, just babbling and dancing with his little hands. Suddenly his eyes were drawn to something behind him, and his legs and hands kicked and clawed as he ran excitedly in that direction. The two people turned around, but the General had appeared at some point and was looking at Mingchen with a loving face: what Mingchen wanted was his father's embrace.
An Qing Ran felt very surprised, previously Ming Chen seemed to be more afraid of Father, but now what happend?
An Zhongtao obediently picked up An Mingchen, whose small hand instantly grasped the whiskers on An Zhongtao's jaw, as his fingers closed. An Zhongtao lowered his head and smiled with a helpless frown, his eyes were full of tenderness, and Lian Jingyu also smiled at the sight of this: "General, Mingchen knows your his Father, so he wants to be close to you."
Yes, An Qing Ran seconded the drink.
Later because Mingchen was small and resisted Father’s embrace, making Father very unhappy and not understanding why children didn't like him, he turned to pay more attention to An Mingxuan. Now being acknowledged by Little Mingchen made the general surprisingly a little proud in his heart, but Little Mingchen didn't care, still fighting against his whiskers, his eyes shining brightly, and a string of crystal drool like lines running down from his lips, his little legs still kicking and punching hard. Finally An Zhongtao was tugged and hurt but he couldn't bear to rip his little hands away.
Lian Jingyu laughed helplessly and went up and did it herself to coax Mingchen to let go, Mingchen perhaps didn't play enough, he just wouldn't let go, An Qingran also went up: "Call out to sister, sister is here ......"
An Mingchen's eyes turned to her, recognized her, and ‘jie’ again.
An Qingran knew that he really knew that he was his sister, her heart softly ached, so excited that the bottom of her eyes were straight sour, finally An Mingchen's little hand was coaxed down by everyone, An Zhongtao kept a smile on his face, his mouth said, "Brat ......"
This name "brat" contains so much love and meaning, Lian Jin Yu's heart is also soft, this little Ming Chen really makes too many people's hearts ache: "But why does his grandmother not like him?"
Lian Jin Yu thought in her heart and unconsciously said it, then was a little embarrassed, she had never been such a person. An Zhongtao also understood, really unable to understand the old lady's behaviour, he himself did not understand being a mother, how could they understand.
An Qing Ran also smiled a little at her words, "I guess the birth of Little Ming Chen has threatened the interests of many people, right?"
An Zhongtao glanced at her, "Qing Ran, what do you mean?"
For some reason, now he wanted to hear what his daughter would say.
An Qing Ran nodded, "Father, Grandma seems to want our general's residence, just for uncle, this intention is already obvious, father does not see it?"
An Zhongtao had obviously seen it too, seeing that his daughter could also think of this, he could not help but nod slightly.
"Zhongtao, although our Mingchen is still young, in the end he is still the Di son. You go and talk to your mother properly, we will not pass on Mingbo."
"I will."
At this moment, Hong Mama came in and said that the old lady had prepared a banquet for the evening and invited all the people from all the houses and relatives to go over for a meal.
The three adults in the room looked at each other and knew that the banquet was not a good one.
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The evening banquet.
An Qingran attended with a veil, it had been a long time since she had had dinner at Beiyuan.
Shen Zhiyun was enthusiastic about her and sat right next to her, while An Yanran was looking pale. An Yanran sat beside her and asked her from time to time if she wanted tea or water, seemingly very concerned, but An Qingran still didn't have much of an expression.
An Qingran also pretended not to see it, and just talked to Shen Zhiyun.
There was a reason why she was paying attention to Shen Zhiyun. In her previous life, this woman and An Yanran had been friends, and in this life, she wanted to prevent them from being together again.
In short, all the enemies from the previous life would not be spared in this life itself.
An Mingbo was also there, as quiet as could be.
To this paternal cousin, An Qingran did not have much antipathy, because all these things were beyond his control and in the last life, he had no ill will towards her.
The old lady has finally arrived, with a smile on her face: "Reasonably speaking, I should have treated you to this feast earlier, it is really too joyous an event. Our An family has three imperial consorts in one family, this is an unprecedented extraordinary grace. Even if you look around, no dynasty or generation, there has never been such an honour. I just returned from worshipping the ancestors and told the ancestors about this happy event ......"
She sat down.
The crowd waited for her to continue.
As expected she lifted her cup, "There is one more thing that I would like to talk to you all about, Zhongtao and I have also discussed it, we want Mingbo to be adopted under his name as successor, I think this matter is also feasible, here today, I want to hear everyone's opinion."
