Although Zhou Yao's speech was soft, he did not show any mercy to Mrs. Zhou. At least after hearing this, the other party looked a little unfair: "Is that so? Then let me take it to see."

Zhou Yao had thought of her attitude for a long time, so after hearing her, he asked his servants to bring up the mattresses and other items he had brought earlier.

Mrs. Zhou looked at it one by one. Although she had to admit that it was indeed something from the Zhou family, she still frowned and said, "This can only prove that these are our children's, but how can she prove that this child was born to you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yao asked directly: "How do grandmother wants to prove it?"

If it were someone else, she would definitely get angry now, but she was not brainless, and now it was involved in Xiao Ming'er, so she became more patient.

But the anger could still be heard in the voice.

"It's better to recognize your relatives by dropping blood."

As soon as these words were said, Zhou Miao frowned and said, "Grandma, it's inaccurate to recognize relatives after bleeding. It was proved that it was not reliable more than a hundred years ago. Why are you still thinking about that old trick?"

Earlier, Luo, everyone wrote a book that included a list of blood-recognizing relatives, saying that this skill is useless, why does his grandmother still believe it?

After hearing what she said, Mrs. Zhou snorted and said in a deep voice: "But she has only said this for more than a hundred years. Do you believe in the fallacies of one person or the truth of a hundred schools of thought?"

"It's not that there are too many people, but the truth is it. Otherwise, there will be only one emperor in ancient times, not a hundred..."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth and warned: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Can these words be said casually?

She warned Zhou Miao and said again: "I only have this method, do you agree?"

Mrs. Zhou obviously had made up her mind. Zhou Yao knew it clearly and said in a deep voice: "Since my grandmother wants to recognize her relatives, let's try it. There is only one thing - no matter what the result is, I will definitely raise this child."

She knew that this was her son, and no one else could change her mind.

After hearing what she said, Mrs. Zhou's face became heavier, but she didn't say anything, but just said loudly: "Come."

She had already prepared the things, but in a moment she saw the maid coming in with a tray.

Seeing that everything on it was complete, Zhou Yao frowned, first used a silver needle to pierce his fingers, dripped in the blood, and then dripped Xiao Ming'er's blood in.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and even Zhou Miao did not dare to let out the air.

Although she didn't believe this, she was afraid that the result would be bad.

However, what you are afraid of will come from.

"I'm not sure about this!"

Seeing that the two drops of blood had not melted together, Zhou Miao frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Grandma, this method really doesn't work!"

Mrs. Zhou glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "Speak, children, don't interrupt!"

She poked a crutch on the ground and said again: "During ancient times, many people have used this method to test their relatives. If it is just a woman, it is not accurate? In my opinion, it is obvious that someone wants to confuse his bloodline, so he just replaces the pillars and deceives you."

The following words were said to Zhou Yaoshi.

Since she heard the maid's message, she felt that someone wanted to take the opportunity to make a profit from it, so she sent another fake Fengxuhuang. However, Zhou Yao was also stimulated by this incident and even believed such a low-level scam!

Even though Zhou Yao had guessed Mrs. Zhou's attitude earlier, when she heard her words, she couldn't help but argue: "Mother and son are in love, I know whether he is my son!"

At this moment, she didn't even need to say honorifics, which shows that she was so angry that she was aroused by Mrs. Zhou.

Regarding her attitude, Mrs. Zhou narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice: "If you really knew it, why wouldn't you be in the same heart as mother and son?"

This was too hurtful. Zhou Yao's face changed instantly and his eyes turned red.

Seeing this, Zhou Chunhe, who was standing aside, hurriedly pulled his wife and stopped Zhou Yao's words. He said, "Grandma, don't be angry, Xianyun is also furious, but this child was found by the Duke of Ming Dynasty's Mansion. The prince and his friends are reliable in character and will never lie."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou snorted and said, "That's not necessarily."

Seeing that the atmosphere was frozen, Zhou Miao simply cut his hand, and then frowned amid the screams of everyone, "Stop quarrel!"

The blood dripped into the bowl, but it merged strangely together.

Zhou Miao originally wanted to mess up the pool of water to prove that the blood was wrong to recognize his relatives. Who knew that he accidentally merged it together. He was shocked and immediately said with joy: "Grandma, what do you think I'm saying? If this is really accurate, could this child still be born to me?"

The little girl's move was not light or heavy, and the blood was dripping down, which scared Zhou Yao so much that she didn't bother to get angry. She stuffed the child into Zhou Chunhe's arms, and she was busy coming over to pinch her fingers, while pulling a veil to stop the bleeding.

Mrs. Zhou also reacted and immediately said in a deep voice: "What are you doing in a stand-alone manner? Are you dead? Why don't you give the lady a golden sore medicine!"

The room suddenly became busy, but Zhou Chunhe was holding the child and was full of food.

The soft little doll was in his arms, staring at him with big eyes, and even his arms were stiff.

Although he is already the father of two children, such a young child has always been placed on the bed or in the wet nurse's arms. It is the limit to let him tease him for a while. How can he hold him in person?

So this is the first time.

"Madam, husband..."

However, the room was in chaos due to Zhou Miao's actions, and no one paid attention to him.

Even Mrs. Zhou was frightened by the actions of her baby granddaughter and kept shouting: "Hey, aren't you doing this nonsense?"

Even in such a messy situation, Xiao Minger probably wanted to get involved.

then.

He pissed.

"He he pissed!"

Zhou Chunhe screamed, Zhou Yao finally had time to pay attention to him, but said, "My husband is the father of two children. Have you never seen a child peeing?"

He had seen it, but he had never seen any son peeing on his clothes!

His court uniform has not changed yet!

The group was busy for a while and finally returned to peace.

Zhou Chunhe was peeing on his arm by Xiao Ming'er. Now he is not right to carry the child back. His clothes are wet, so how about it if he is frozen?

Therefore, a servant rushed to get new clothes for changing clothes. On the contrary, Zhou Chun and the same adult asked him to go back to the room to change clothes by themselves.

After this, Mrs. Zhou calmed down a little, but her voice was still a little cold: "Even if this method of blood-recognizing relatives is not reliable, this child..."

She was halfway through her words, and Xiao Ming'er was brought out after she had changed her clothes.

The little doll carved with jade had no idea that he had just peed his sleeves, and was waving his hands and giggling.

In this way, even Mrs. Zhou could not say anything harsh.

There is nothing else, this child looks kind-hearted.

Although his facial features have not yet grown, he really looks like a child in the Zhou family.

Mrs. Zhou didn't know what to say for a moment, but she heard the voice of a maid outside the door saying: "Please treat the old man."

Immediately, Old Master Zhou walked in.

Everyone in the room came over to salute. Old Master Zhou nodded and asked, "Is this the child I brought back?"

Unlike Mrs. Zhou's attitude, he has a good impression of Qin Zheng, and he also thinks that this matter is a bit reliable.

Seeing that the person coming was the old tutor, Zhou Yao's face also improved a lot, and he saluted obediently: "Go back to grandfather, that's right."

Old Master Zhou nodded and walked over to look at the child, but when he looked at Xiao Ming'er, his face changed instantly.

The next moment, he saw him staggering over, approaching Xiao Ming'er, taking his glasses out and looking carefully, and asking in a silence, "Is this child?"

Everyone heard his voice a little trembling, and they were confused for a moment. Mrs. Zhou asked in confusion: "Yes, master, what's wrong with you?"

She has lived with Mrs. Zhou for most of her life, and has she ever seen him look like he is out of control?

The old tutor Zhou did not answer him. Instead, Xiao Minger was probably not used to someone who was so close to him and stretched out his little hand to push him.

However, the old tutor Zhou caught his hand.

"Come on, let me hug him."

When he said this, Old Master Zhou had already cried.

The last time I saw him red eyes, it was when my son died.

Mrs. Zhou was frightened by his appearance, and did not care that the two of them were not very harmonious. She hurried over and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there any problem with this child...?"

The old tutor Zhou hugged Xiao Ming'er in his arms, sighed and said firmly: "No problem! He is the child of the Zhou family!"

After hearing what he said, although Mrs. Zhou felt it was ridiculous, she felt it was inside. She asked tentatively: "How can you confirm it with just a glance?"

Zhou Yao and Zhou Miao, who were standing beside him, also looked over and asked, "Yes, grandpa, but do you know what mark Xiao Minger has?"

However, Old Master Zhou held the child and kept silent, but the action seemed to have found a relative who had not seen for a long time.

Until everyone urged with anxiety, Old Master Zhou frowned and said, "Don't make noise, I'll say yes."

"You have to give me a reason!"

The one who was anxious first was Mrs. Zhou.

Seeing her like this, Old Master Zhou frowned slightly and said, "Word it low, don't scare the child - A Xiu, do you remember Yuanyang?"

The name was too long, which made Mrs. Qin stunned for a moment. After a while, she remembered who the person was, but she instantly widened her eyes and asked, "Master, why are you doing well? Do you remember Brother?"

Yuanyang is the younger brother of Mrs. Zhou's mother, but he died when he was six years old.

Old Master Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at the baby in his arms with great affection, and whispered: "He is exactly the same as Yuanyang."
To be continued...