Mu Chenyi and Sihan spent a rare and happy two days and two nights, and he tried his best to be attentive and considerate to Sihan.[Download the novel www
Until they arrived in Yangcheng, Shanxi, Yan Kunxi personally led him to the train to pick him up.
Sihan then saw this great northern warlord. He was wearing a military green coat and a black woolen hat. There were several rows of people standing at the train station, all waiting neatly.
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As soon as the car door opened, Yan Kunxi came over and laughed loudly: "My dear nephew, you have worked hard on this journey."
"Uncle Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can I ask you to pick me up in person? Chen Yi doesn't dare to take it seriously." Mu Chenyi hurriedly stretched out his hand to shake Yan Kunxi's hand.[
"Why can't I come to pick you up when you come back for the first time?" Yan Kunxi said with a smile, and couldn't help but turn his attention to Sihan again, "This is my niece-in-law! She is much more beautiful in person than in the newspaper.
Already."
This Yan Kunxi is also a well-known pervert. He is over fifty and has dozens of concubines. The youngest is only sixteen years old, even younger than Sihan. Seeing such a stunning beauty like Sihan
Son, it’s inevitable that you need to take a few more glances.
"The Marshal is overrated. Sihan has met the Marshal." Sihan responded with a smile.
"My dear nephew, what a blessing it is to have such a brave, resourceful and beautiful wife." Yan Kunxi looked at Sihan and never took his eyes away from her.
Yan Kunxi looked at Mu Chenyi and became a little angry. He had long heard that Yan Kunxi was a hungry ghost in sex, and he would even snatch the women of his own sons and subordinates. There was no lower limit at all.
"Grandpa..." Yan Jiaojiao got out of the car and jumped in front of Yan Kunxi, "Grandpa, I miss you so much. Grandpa, my parents..."
Yan Kunxi looked at the girl who jumped down. She was really Yan Jiaojiao, the youngest daughter of his third son Yan Yuanguo. Yan Yuanguo went to Japan in his early years, married a woman in Japan, and gave birth to his daughter Yan Jiaojiao. Half a year ago
Yan Guoshan and his wife died at sea on their way back to China, and their daughter Yan Jiaojiao was missing. Until Mu Chenyi came back this time, he suddenly brought Yan Jiaojiao with him and reported to Yan Kunxi via telegram.
"Okay, Jiaojiao, it's okay, it's okay." Yan Kunxi patted Yan Jiaojiao's back, "You still have your grandfather here, your uncles, your younger brothers and your sisters. It'll be fine when you go home, eh?"
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"Well..." Yan Jiaojiao cried so pitifully in Yan Kunxi's arms that even Sihan looked inexplicably strange, but she was sure that Yan Jiaojiao was definitely acting.
"It's cold outside, Chen Yi, you guys have worked hard all the way. I've already set up a banquet to welcome you and your niece-in-law. Let's get in the car first." Yan Kunxi said.
"Thank you, Uncle Yan." Mu Chenyi replied.
Sihan carried the child over and got into the car. The couple and Yan Kunxi were sitting in a car. Yan Kunxi looked at the wood in Sihan's arms and said: "Chen Yi, your baby looks like you, look at the dimples
, you are a blessed person!"
Yan Kunxi also has a very strong Shanxi accent, and the tone rises slightly, pinching a handful of wood.
In fact, Yan Kunxi is a very rugged northerner, tall and tall. He is still very strong in his fifties, and his face is full of flesh. He squeezed the wood like this, and the wood not only was not afraid, but also looked at it with big black eyes.
Hold him.
"This guy is pretty good, he's very courageous!" Yan Kunxi laughed loudly and said to Mu Chenyi. "What's his name?"
"His name is Haoxuan, and his nickname is Mu Mu." Sihan said while hugging her son.
"Let me give you a hug..." Yan Kunxi stretched out his hand.
Sihan had no choice but to ask Mu Chenyi to give his son to Yan Kunxi. When the boy was in Yan Kunxi's arms, he didn't cry or make trouble. Yan Kunxi deliberately glared at him with a fierce look on his face, and he actually grinned.
"This kid is too much to my liking. If you don't mind, Chen Yi, I will accept Mu Mu as my god-grandson. How about that?" Yan Kunxi really liked Mu Mu when he saw him like this. His son and grandson could be the second generation ancestor.
, or he is too weak, everyone seems to be afraid of something when they see him. On the contrary, this little baby looks very courageous.[
"Mumu is lucky to have a godfather like you." Mu Chenyi teased his son, "Isn't that right? Mumu."
Mu Mu looked at his father and smiled even more.
Sihan glanced at Mu Chenyi, who gave her a reassuring smile, and she said nothing more.
Yan Kunxi arranged for Mu Chenyi to live in his main courtyard, and specially arranged an independent villa for them to live in.
This is a large courtyard in the north. Each courtyard has several entrances and exits. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has an ancient color and fragrance. When Sihan entered the Yan family, she really liked it. The Yan family belongs to the old family in the north.
At the gate of the compound, each courtyard has its own unique style, with rockeries and pine and bamboo springs built inside.
In the north, people still live on heated kang beds. When they entered the house, it was extremely warm, and the kang beds were also burning hot.
"Madam, you must be tired! I'll take a shower soon and take a rest first," Mu Chenyi said.
"I'm not tired, I'm just the warlord. Where's Miss Yan?" Sihan said, feeling a little uneasy.
"Yan Jiaojiao? He is from the Yan family, so he is naturally busy with family gatherings." Mu Chenyi replied, "What's wrong? Are you not used to coming here?"
"It's not that..." Sihan still wanted to ask something, but this was the Yan family, so it was better not to ask.
Mu Mu was also hungry, so Sihan asked Mu Chenyi to go outside and close the door tightly before she started feeding the child.
Not long ago, Yan Kunxi's eighth concubine came to greet them. Yan Kunxi had dozens of concubines. In his early years, his wife, because he killed too many people, had been eating fast and chanting Buddha all the time without leaving the house. The eighth concubine took care of the Yan family.
The eighth aunt looked like she was only in her thirties, but she was actually nearly forty. She was in very good shape. She came over personally and sent several maids and women to help them.
After she and Mu Chenyi had finished washing up, the maid sent by the eighth concubine came to treat them to dinner.
Sihan asked Chu Xue to hold the wood and hold Mu Chenyi's hand to go out.
This time, in addition to Yan Kunxi and his eighth concubine, there were also Yan Zhongyuan, the eldest son of Yan Kunxi, and Yan Zhongtai, the second son of Yan Kunxi, as well as several important generals in the Yan family army. Then there was the famous Shanxi general who Mu Chenyi had looked at several times.
Scholar Mr. Tao Runze Tao.
It's just that Mr. Tao didn't say a word from the moment he sat down. Mu Chenyi took the initiative to toast him, but he didn't appreciate it at all.
"Zhongyuan, Zhongtai, you should learn from Chen Yi. With Chen Yi's achievements today, I think Lao Mu can rest in peace when he dies." Yan Kunxi said with a chuckle.
"Uncle Yan, I don't dare take it." Mu Chenyi immediately picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"In addition to honoring Chen Yixian's nephew today, I also decided to recognize Chen Yi's son Haoxuan as my godson. I have invited witnesses." Yan Kunxi said, "That is Mr. Tao Runze Tao."
"Thank you, Mr. Tao." Mu Chenyi smiled at Tao Runze sincerely.
Tao Runze has always looked down upon big warlords like them, and today he was even "forced" to invite them here.[
"Mr. Tao, please sit here." Yan Kunxi was even more respectful to Tao Runze and went over to invite him over in person.
Tao Runze had no choice but to walk over and sit down. Yan Kunxi hugged the wood and said, "Today I recognize Mu Haoxuan, son of Mu Chenyi, as my great-grandson. Mr. Tao will bear witness. From now on, my grandson Haoxuan is mine."
I will love and protect my direct grandson as if he were my own son."
With that said, Yan Kunxi tied the personal ancient jade pendant around Haoxuan's neck.
Sihan brought a cup of tea, carefully held Haoxuan's hand, and offered tea to Yan Kunxi. This was considered a courtesy.
"Today is our big day. If Chen Yi and I don't get drunk, Mr. Tao, you can also stay with us for a few days and have fun together!" Yan Kunxi laughed loudly.
No matter how Tao Runze was willing to stay, he had no choice but to endure it if he thought of the students in his academy.
The man wanted to stay and drink, so Sihan hugged the wood and left first, and the eighth concubine came to see her off in person.
"Auntie, please stay..." Sihan said politely, "I have a maid to take care of you. Auntie, please go back and rest."
"Madam, there is no need to be polite. You are the Marshal's distinguished guests. If I don't greet you well, the Marshal will blame me." The eighth aunt smiled politely.
Sihan had no choice but to be escorted back to her room by her eighth concubine. On the way, Sihan pretended to be casual and asked, "Who is that Mr. Tao just now? I think the commander-in-chief and the governors value him very much."
"This Mr. Tao is a capable man. He knows everything about astronomy and geography. He was Zhang Duan's subordinate. He once led thousands of soldiers to block Yuan Dekai's 100,000 soldiers from the Tianyu Gate. Later Zhang Duan died.
, he returned to Yangcheng, opened an academy, and taught. The commander-in-chief asked him to come out several times, but he remained unmoved," said the eighth concubine.
The Zhang Duan mentioned by the Eighth Concubine must be Zhang Duan, the braided soldier who first drove the emperor out of the Forbidden City. As a result, he wanted to become emperor, but was coaxed down by the Republican Army within two days. Not long after, he committed suicide in anger.
Sihan thought about it, Mu Chenyi came to Shanxi to invite someone, probably Mr. Tao Runze Tao.
Back in the room, Mrs. Eighth said: "Madam, if you need anything, just tell me what you want to wear. Don't be polite. Now you are one of our own, and this young master is the handsome grandson."
"Thank you, Aunt Eight." Sihan looked at Mu Mu sleeping in her arms. She didn't know whether recognizing Yan Kunxi as her godfather would be good or bad for Mu Mu.