With Gu Chunuan's reminder, the Rouchang Formation finally stopped.
Mr. Hua came to Gu Chunuan, his eyes were a little more friendly, "Little baby, I think you are very pleasing to the eye. How about you? Are you interested in a grandparent-grandson relationship?"
Gu Chunuan chuckled and refused without hesitation, "Not interested."
"Do you think I didn't give you a meeting gift?"
Mr. Hua dug around for a long time and took out a small box.
The box is carved with beautiful mountains and rivers, and is dark and unpretentious. It must be some years old.
Gu Chunuan was not interested in any gifts. Her dark eyes rolled around, thinking about how to leave.
Mr. Hua opened the box, took out a wooden sword, and stroked it lovingly, "Although this sword is only made of wood, it is an heirloom of our Hua family. My ancestors have told me thousands of times that you can lose your life, but
The wooden sword cannot be thrown away. It has been passed down in our Hua family for dozens of generations, and it is of great significance."
"I originally wanted to pass it on to my son, but unfortunately I only have one daughter, and my daughter died in childbirth, and my little granddaughter also got sick and died at a young age, so...hey...if you become me
My daughter, I will pass this wooden sword on to you."
Gu Chunuan didn't even look at it, but said impatiently, "I'm not a three-year-old child. You can keep this wooden sword for your great-granddaughter."
"I have no children or grandchildren, so how can I get a great-granddaughter? When you say this, do you think you don't like this wooden sword, or do you think you don't like me?"
Gu Chunuan was about to answer, but she didn't like either of them.
Suddenly a glance passed by, and Gu Chunuan's expression was shocked, and he was immediately attracted by the wooden sword.
Why does this wooden sword look so familiar?
By the way, it’s the sword-shaped mountain on the compass.
The shape of this sword is exactly the same as that of a sword-shaped mountain. The tip of the sword is pointed upward, and the scabbard is half open. It stands among the mountains and ridges, and the sword body exudes countless murderous auras.
There are also patterns on the sword and the sword-shaped mountain patterns on the compass, which are carved from the same mold.
Gu Chunuan took a few steps forward and said in a slightly higher pitched voice, "Lend me your wooden sword."
"This is a good thing left by our ancestors. No one can see it except our Hua family, unless you call me grandpa."
Mr. Hua is proud to own the heirloom sword.
But judging from Gu Chunuan's attitude just now, he wasn't sure if she wanted to be his granddaughter.
Even if she wanted to, it would not be easy to get her to change her story.
But what he never expected was that Gu Chunuan actually shouted sweetly, as kindly as he wanted.
"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa... you will be my biological grandfather from now on."
Everyone was upset.
Princess Han must have called her too quickly.
The mouth is too sweet.
Mr. Hua's eyes turned red and his heart beat faster. "What did you just call me?"
"Grandpa, from the first time I saw you, I felt that you were so kind. From now on, I will be your granddaughter. I will treat you as my own grandfather."
Gu Chunuan smiled innocently on the surface, but from time to time his eyes would glance at the wooden sword in his hand.
"Okay, good granddaughter, I also feel that I feel very kind to you when I first see you. Maybe this is fate. Don't worry, grandpa will love you as his own granddaughter in the future. Grandpa will do everything possible to protect you.
, as long as grandpa is still breathing, no one will bully you.
"It feels so good to have a grandpa."
"It feels better to have a granddaughter. If my biological granddaughter had not died, she would be as old as you by now."
Mr. Hua cried and laughed, grinning from ear to ear. Soon, he suddenly woke up.
"No, didn't you just say that you wanted me to give the wooden sword to my great-granddaughter? What did you mean by that?"
Gu Chunuan couldn't help but want to complain.
Don't remember the good ones, just remember the bad ones.
"There is nothing wrong with asking you to give the wooden sword to your great-granddaughter. This is your family heirloom. How dare I take it casually? But I know that my grandfather and the prince have a very good relationship. Otherwise, you and the seniors would not risk their lives to save it.
I, that’s why my granddaughter wants to say that if you are worried about your granddaughter, you can pass the wooden sword to your great-granddaughter.”
When Gu Chunuan spoke, he pointed to the child in his belly.
After these words came out, everyone present looked at Gu Chunuan with admiration.
People say that Princess Han is unreasonable, greedy and selfish, but now it turns out that the rumors are all false.
Princess Han is knowledgeable, courteous, modest and gentle, and is a good girl.
Mr. Hua's heart almost melted after hearing this, and he fell in love with Gu Chunuan more and more.
"Good boy, you are really a good boy. In my grandfather's heart, you are as important as your great-granddaughter. This wooden sword is passed on to you as a greeting gift. In the future, you can pass it on to your great-granddaughter. It will be passed down from generation to generation.
Go down. Remember, if the wooden sword is with you, but the wooden sword is not with you, you should still live well and find the wooden sword again."
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
Gu Chunuan said shy words, but took his hand back unceremoniously.
She measured the wooden sword up and down to make sure it was exactly the same as the sword-shaped mountain on the compass.
But after studying for a long time, she still couldn't find any mechanism or mystery on the wooden sword.
This seems to be an ordinary wooden sword. If there is anything special about it, it is that this wooden sword is quite old.
"Granddaughter, is there anything unusual about this wooden sword? Why do you keep... keep looking at it?"
"Didn't Grandpa say that this wooden sword is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation? Then I must take a good look at it and imprint it in my heart. And when I touch the wooden sword, I can feel that my ancestors are
How to cherish this wooden sword."
Her words about "ancestor" made Mr. Hua burst into tears again.
He knew that the granddaughter he recognized was a very filial child.
Having just recognized him as his grandfather, he immediately recognized his ancestors as well.
"Grandpa, you said that this wooden sword was passed down from our ancestors. Was this wooden sword carved by our ancestors themselves?"
"This... our ancestors didn't say it, so I don't know much about it either."
"The ancestors cherished this wooden sword so much, it must have a story, right?"
"This... our ancestors never said it, and I don't know much about it either."
Gu Chunuan's mouth twitched slightly and asked again.
"This sword looks like a mountain. It must have been carved according to which mountain."
"This... our ancestors still didn't mention it, so I don't know much about it either."
Depend on……
I don't know if I ask three questions.
Did this old man deliberately play tricks on her?
"Grandpa, besides leaving behind this wooden sword, did our ancestors leave anything behind? Or maybe there is some legend about this wooden sword."
Mr. Hua sighed and said with some melancholy, "My grandfather died early, and my father also died in a hurry. Apart from leaving a wooden sword for us to protect with our lives from generation to generation, there was nothing left behind before he died."
Gu Chunuan wanted to drag his father and grandfather out of the coffin.
How could he die without finishing talking about such an important thing?