"However, as an elder with more experience, I can point out one point for you." Xia Houxi shook his head, praised himself slowly, and then said, "The fourth guard among the four blood guards. , Wei Ping died, not long after your 'death', isn't it very strange?"

Hearing this, Wei Yang raised her eyebrows. Wei Ping was dead. She had already learned from the family database. She had no impression of this woman at all, but to be regarded as one of the blood guards by Wei Lan, then there must be It's extraordinary, and, like her Yuewei, the blood guard should be absolutely loyal to Wei Lan, so what happened to make him get rid of his loyal and capable subordinates?

After thinking about it for a while, she leaned back on the chair, folded her hands on her knees, raised her chin proudly, and said, "Then are you going to tell Xiahou Xuan?"

"Of course not." Xiahou Xi laughed, stroked his gray beard, and said, "Your real identity doesn't have much conflict with your being the eldest lady of my Xiahou family. After all, the head of the Wei family is not you. Wei Yang, but Wei Lan."

Wei Yang raised her eyebrows again, and then chuckled lightly: "Xiahouxi, this investment of yours may not necessarily pay off." Her mind was naturally easy to use, and she understood the old fox's mind after going back and forth. The Wei family's overall situation has now been decided, and he knows that he will not take back the power of the Wei family. It wasn't that he didn't dare, and it wasn't that he couldn't, but he wouldn't, because he knew that she would never do anything to hurt the Wei family, and seizing power would inevitably lead to violent movements. In other words, he was almost certain that he would be willing to live as Xiahou Weiyang, and the surname "Xiahou" meant that she would bring benefits to the Xiahou family.

"No, I've never believed in my own vision." Xia Houxi still smiled, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

"But." Wei Yang shrugged, relaxed her body, and expressed her consent. She said, "You can't forget that I'm still a girl with only eight-year-old memory, so maybe I can't help Xiahou's family at all. Of course. , I can help you with the general arms business, but I don't think this constitutes a reason for you to protect me." Xia Houxi has never been a businessman at a loss.

"No, no, you can do it." Xia Houxi seemed to have more confidence in Wei Yang than herself. He put his hands on the desk and smiled treacherously: "Don't you know? We're on our way. People from all over the world have always believed that Princess Wei is a born king of darkness. I believe that with a period of training, your means will mature quickly. What's more, for you, some skills may have already become It's an instinct. All you need most is that lost ten years of experience."

"Ha! You are flattering me." Wei Yang snorted indifferently, "But, as you said, as long as you give me time, I will naturally be able to make up for the ten years lost." Is arrogant, confident to conceited, so how could she think that she is not good at times?

"Haha, that's really great." Seeing Wei Yang's complete response, Xiahou Xi felt like a big rock had fallen to the ground. The former Wei Yang was what he wanted to guard against, because she was likely to be the one who annexed the Xiahou family. A dangerous person, but now Wei Yang has become a member of his Xiahou family. Maybe, it will be his Xiahou family who will finally take away the hegemony of the underworld in the world.

"From now on, you are the eldest miss of the Xiahou family that I recognized by Xiahou Xi, and you have the power of the eldest miss of the Xiahou family. I will disclose this matter to the clan tomorrow." It was too fast to allow Wei Yang to have the slightest remorse.

"Your trust has been given too quickly." Wei Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, and secretly asked what are you worried about, old man? Are you still afraid that she will go back on her word?

"Because it's you, Xiahou Weiyang, that's why I gave it so easily and so quickly. What's more, you won't hurt Xuan'er, right?" The relationship between Xiahouxuan and Wei Yang is more or less spread. In the hands of Xiahou Xi, he also determined that Wei Yang should be different from Xiahou Xuan, even if it was not love.

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly, she would not hurt Xiahou Xuan, because that was the man she called her brother, because that man loved her to the core.

"Then I will teach you personally for the next month." Xia Houxi suddenly sighed and nag: "Ah, I've been looking forward to this moment for too long! God knows how much we people treat your father. Envy, jealousy and hatred! It is such a blessing to be able to teach such a smart child like you! Unlike Xuan’er’s stinky boy! It’s good to grow up, but when I was young, I was as stupid as a pig!”

Hearing Xiahou Xi's words, Wei Yang couldn't help recalling the embarrassing things that Xiahou Xuan had told him when he was a child, covered his mouth and "giggled".

"Ah, but it's fine now, everything is fine, I can also taste what it's like to have a talented daughter!"

Hearing this, Wei Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, squinted the old fox with his eyes, and snorted disdainfully, "Old man, don't pretend to be tender! Still a daughter? You are so old, I can call you grandpa!"

"My name is Lao Ji Fuzheng, and my ambition is a thousand miles away. People can't always obey the old!" Xiahouxi blushed, but he still tried to quibble.

Wei Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Don't come! Your virtue, to put it mildly, is called "relying on the old and selling the old."

"...These two statements are ugly!" Xia Houxi's eyes twitched fiercely, blowing his beard and staring at him in anger.

Seeing this, Wei Yang felt much better, smiled brightly, got up and left.

Old Shen, who was standing outside, asked his servants to take Wei Yang to her room, while he walked into the study.

"Master..." Shen Lao's heart was a little complicated, he didn't know what to say, but he was at a loss for words for a while.

"Haha, I know what you're going to say, but old man, life is exciting only if it's a little risky! Xiahou Weiyang... We can't be sure if it's a problem with raising tigers, but what about taking a gamble?" Xiahou Xi He laughed, looking at the photo of Xiahou Xuan on the desk, his slightly cloudy eyes softened, his good grandson, everything in the Xiahou family will be yours from now on.

Wei Yang's room is right next to Xiahouxuan's bedroom. Probably to reduce her discomfort, Xiahouxuan ordered her room to be the same as the one in the Jingcheng Manor. There are a lot of toys such as bears and rabbits.

"Miss, do you have any other orders?" The two maids put her salute in the large milk-white cabinet, then turned around and bent towards Wei Yang, and the woman on the left asked aloud.

"Well, help me make a pot of tea, I want Biluochun." Wei Yang was sitting in the big bed, touching the soft quilt, feeling a little lost in her heart. Even though everything in front of her was familiar, she was still not used to it.

Not long after the talking maid went out, Mo Wen walked into the room with a pot of Biluochun intercepted halfway through. Seeing that Keren was lying on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, she walked over softly.

"Miss, tea." Mo Wen knelt down on one knee and put the teapot and cup on the coffee table.

"Mo Wen..." Wei Yang opened his eyes, hugged Mo Wen's neck beside him, and repeated his name over and over again sadly: "Mo Wen Mo Wen..."

"What's wrong?" Mo Wen's body was a little stiff, but he tried his best to soften his voice, patted Wei Yang's beautiful back, and asked.

"I'm not happy, uncomfortable, I don't like it!" Wei Yang pursed his lips, shook Mo Wen's neck, and said coquettishly, "I'm still afraid...!"

"What are you afraid of?" Mo Wen knew that Wei Yang was a little uncomfortable because he left Xiahou Xuan, but he still followed her dotingly.

"I'm afraid..." Wei Yang bit his lip, then pressed his small head against his neck, and whispered, "Mo Wen, I don't want to sleep alone, I can't sleep, I'm afraid..."

"Then Mo Wen is here to guard the young lady to sleep." Mo Wen's heart skipped a beat. Following Wei Yang's words, the slightly hot breath with the fragrance of bay laurel sprayed on his sensitive neck, causing his whole body to tense up. Dry mouth.

"Okay!" Seeing Mo Wen's talk, Wei Yang narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.