Chapter 828: Don’t be jealous of the prince’s children’s shoes! 8
Prince's children's shoes, don't be jealous! (8)
The men left after being ordered to leave. Aizen's eyes returned to the lake, but his ears caught the sound of footsteps. He turned his face impatiently, only to see a boy running over hurriedly, "To inform the master of the family, a man named himself
The young man Yue wants to see you!"
"Yue?!" Lan Ran frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere.
A figure flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly remembered.
In the previous Xuanwu Conference, there was a young man who entered the finals who also used water-based Xuanjutsu. That person's name seemed to be Yue.
What is he doing at Lan's house?!
Doubts arose in his heart, and Aizen immediately turned around, "Where are they?!"
"The villain asked him to wait in the hall, but he just refused. He is outside the door now!" The boy turned around and pointed to the corner door of the garden in the distance.
"Please!" Aizen raised his eyes and looked at the corner door in the distance. Behind the half-open door, he could vaguely see a light blue robe fluttering in the wind, like a slight ripple in the lake.
The boy agreed and left, and not long after, a young man wearing a light blue robe was brought in.
Because he used the same type of occult arts, Aizen paid a little attention to this boy at that time and admired his skills in using water occult techniques. Overall, he had a very good impression.
At that time, he also sent someone to check Yue's bottom line, but unfortunately the reason was not found out. Later, he was hurt by Yue Liuhua and returned to Lan's house disheartened, and the matter did not continue.
"Senior Lan, please forgive me for taking the liberty of visiting!" He walked elegantly in front of Lan Ran, Yue smiled and saluted him.
"Young Master Yue is a young hero. It's a great honor for the Lan family to be here!" Lan Ran said politely and made a gesture of invitation, "Sir, please move to the pavilion and sit down!"
The boy went to bring tea, and the two of them walked to the pavilion.
Aizen picked up his robe and sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, but Yue did not sit down. Instead, he picked up the hem of his robe, knelt down on one knee, and said emphatically, "Uncle, please accept my nephew's bow!"
Uncle, nephew?!
Aizen's eyebrows jumped when he heard it. He couldn't sit still. He stood up from the stool and took two steps forward to help him up. "Master Yue, where did this come from?!"
Yue stood up, looked at him with a warm look, then put his fingers into his sleeves, took out a small white porcelain bottle, and brought it to him, "Uncle will understand after seeing this!"
Seeing the small porcelain bottle that was as moist as jade, Aizen's heart tightened violently, as deep as he had always been, and his raised fingers were already trembling slightly, "Where did you get this...where did you get this?!"
"This is what my mother left for me!" Yue's eyes fell gently on the vial, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "My father never told me, and he didn't give me this until he died a few days ago!"
Aizen slowly raised his face, his eyes already filled with tears, "Sister, she...is no longer alive?!"
"It was snowing heavily when my mother gave birth to me. Her body was weak and the root cause of her illness was severe. She passed away when I was five years old!" There was a hint of sadness in Yue's tone, "She taught me my mysterious skills!"
Lan Ran was slightly startled, tears fell down for a moment, but there was a smile on his lips. He opened his arms and hugged Yue into his arms, "I knew that even though my sister hated the Lan family back then, she never forgot her last name in her heart.
There is a successor to the Lan family, uncle... I'm very happy... I'm very happy..."