Be Good Chapter 283: The little monk from the south

"Concubine Shizi, bumped into a child."

The cautious voice of the coachman outside came, "This child got out suddenly."

Kids?

Yuan Changhuan, who was sitting in the carriage, raised the curtain and leaned over to look over.

He is a bald little monk with delicate features.

Looking like four or five years old, looking at her in a mess, she looked at her pitifully, and reached out to her, "Mother..."

Mother?

Yuan Changhuan raised her eyebrows lightly, her red lips parted slightly, "Little monk, I have never had a child as old as you."

"Mother..." The little monk stretched out his hand to her stubbornly, tears dimmed.

I have to say that this little monk looks really good-looking, like a delicate porcelain doll.

Yuan Changhuan calmly ordered, "Qingwan, go and look around, the little monk who got lost in some temple, Yuduan, you carry him up."

When the little monk heard Yuan Changhuan's words, he immediately wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, and climbed onto the carriage by himself with all hands and feet.

As soon as he came up, he threw himself into Yuan Changhuan's arms.

Yuan Changhuan pushed his forehead quickly, "You want to eat women's tofu at a young age?"

"Mother..."

The little monk changed his pitiful expression again.

Yuan Changhuan's plain hand pushed his forehead, "Sit down and talk, or I will throw you out."

The little monk sat down obediently.

"What name?"

"A Yu."

"Where did you come from?"

"Over there." The chubby little finger pointed at Zhifang.

Yuan Changhuan frowned, there seems to be no temple in the south.

"Who brought you here?"

"Myself." A Yu patted his chest proudly, "Mother, isn't A Yu very powerful!"

"Why did you come here by yourself?"

"Senior brother thought I was annoying and threw me away, so I came to find mother." She was about to cry again, "If mother doesn't want A Yu, then A Yu can only go out and continue wandering."

"Don't call me mother!"

After pondering the little monk's words for a while, Yuan Changhuan could almost understand.

A picture of a poor little monk being abused by a senior brother appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, he looked at A Yu with a lot of pity.

"Little poor."

"Mother..." A Yu hadn't finished speaking yet, seeing Yuan Changhuan's pity in his eyes turned into a threat, and immediately changed his words, "Sister, will you take me in?"

Yuan Changhuan always felt that this child must be a trouble, but seeing him as so pitiful and good-looking, everything can be forgiven.

So he snorted softly, "Before you find your family, follow me back home."

The concubine Shizi left the mansion alone, but she brought back a child who was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Thank you for your resignation from the assistant cabinet. The affairs are getting more and more busy, so I am not in the mansion now.

Yuan Changhuan generously brought Ayu to Xingzhixuan, and asked the servant to bathe him and change into a clean robe.

A Yu, who was washed out, and Qing Wan, who inquired about his identity, entered the room at the same time.

Yuan Changhuan, who was resting on the soft couch, half-closed and half-opened his eyes, rather lazy and coquettish, "Have you found it?"

"No, and the slaves have investigated, and there is no temple in the south." Qingwan looked at the more delicate child beside her after bathing with complicated eyes.

A Yu said angrily, "My brother doesn't want me anymore, how can I let you find me?"

"Why don't you want me anymore?" Yuan Changhuan asked calmly, raising his eyes slightly.

"Hey, that's a long story." A Yu rubbed his belly, blinking his bright eyes, "I'm hungry, can I eat first?"

It really is a small trouble.

Yuan Changhuan lightly supports his forehead...