Mengyao looked at them silently, and now she realized that the three of them were close. A prince of heaven was extremely noble and treated his servants so generously. She suddenly felt a little moved by Ouyang Jin. Unfortunately, he was an ancient man with three wives and four concubines.
It’s inevitable. Alas! Unfortunately... I feel a little disappointed.
The sunset is slightly set, and the red clouds reflect the sky red. Ouyang Jin gently holds his waist and sits firmly on the horse's back, walking slowly on the road. He usually rides a horse and follows not far behind. Ouyang Jin sees her silent, and feels her body deliberately
The stiffness, a trace of loss in her eyes fell in her ear and asked softly: "What are you thinking?"
Mengyao tried her best to leave her warm embrace, not wanting to lose herself, her heartbeats a little too fast, and she replied absent-mindedly: "Nothing!"
Hearing her irregular heartbeat, Ouyang Jin smiled unconsciously, and exerted a little force on her wrist to make her body closer to her: "Tell me! Otherwise..."
Mengyao was suddenly panicked, her face flushed, her eyes were a little confused, and she swallowed: "I'm wondering... why do you men want three wives and four concubines!"
Ouyang Jin's body froze slightly, and he did not answer, but just hugged Mengyao tightly. Mengyao didn't break free from being hugged by him. Such a warm embrace really made him a little attached, but he was speechless when he saw him.
I felt very disappointed. I was speechless all the way, letting the brilliance of the sunset cover my body...
At the back door of King Jin's mansion, Ouyang Jin took Mengyao off the horse. Mengyao looked back and saw that she was ordinary and ordinary, but she had nowhere to go. She must have returned home.
When he entered the mansion, he saw that he was waiting in the mansion. When he saw his master coming in, he immediately met him and leaned in Ouyang Jin's ear and whispered a few words. Ouyang Jin's eyes flashed with surprise and lost his eyes. He looked at Mengyao deeply and said softly:
"Are you tired? You go back to your room to rest first!" He turned around and left in a hurry.
Mengyao saw the surprise in his eyes and the eyes of her usual, and for some reason she felt a little uneasy. She always felt something was about to happen, so she returned to the room after she usually returned to her room. She was really tired and had never ridden a horse. The bumps on the horse's back made her sore
.Lying in bed without any image for a short rest...
In the reception room of the lobby, Ouyang Feng was sitting in the chair drinking tea. A middle-aged man in his forties and extraordinary temperament looked solemn and slightly anxious. He looked at the door from time to time, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
When he saw Ouyang Jin coming, he hurriedly met: "Third Your Highness! The old minister has been waiting for a long time."
Ouyang Jin had no trace of turmoil in his eyes: "I don't know what's the point of Meng Xiang coming?"
"The old minister really has something to ask for. The third prince, please take a look." He picked up a scroll from the hand of the boy next to him and presented it to Ouyang Jin.
Ouyang Jin slowly unfolded, and saw a petite and thin woman in the painting, wearing a high-padded cloud jerk, holding a folding fan in her hand. Although she applied powder, she could not hide her sick face. There was a hint of resentment in her unsightly eyes. She asked in confusion:
"Is this person?..."
"This is the old minister's youngest daughter, who was lost more than a month ago. The old minister searched everywhere for no news, but today the slave met a girl who looked like a god on the street." After a pause, he looked at the fourth prince before continuing
He said: "So the old minister comes to verify!"
"Impossible! How is this possible?" Ouyang Jin shook his head and said affirmatively: "There was indeed an extra woman in this mansion more than a month ago. However, this woman had a black birthmark on her face. How could she have a daughter with Meng Xiang?
Comparison?"
"Third brother, I heard from Miss Meng's personal maid that before the master and servant were lost, Miss Meng had become a wild boy and pointed a black birthmark on his right face. The two met a thief on Luohe Street, and Miss Meng was chasing her.
Lost. It seems to be with..." Ouyang Feng said helping.
"There is another token that can prove the identity of the little girl. Because of her weakness and illness, the little girl Caiyi brought a warm jade bracelet to ward off evil spirits on her wrist and never left her body. The bracelet contains a word Yi that I engraved with myself," Meng Xiang added quickly.
"This?...is it really her?" Ouyang Jin trembled, took out a bracelet from his arms, and handed it to Meng Xiang. Meng Xiang's excited eyes were turbid: "It's this bracelet!"
"Go! Invite Yao... Miss!" Ouyang Jin turned around and ordered to invite him normally, but his eyes were not off the scroll, and he was puzzled: "Is it really her?"
Mengyao walked forward with her usual behavior while thinking about it. As she usually said, Ouyang Jin, Ouyang Feng, and Meng Xiang of the current dynasty had invited her in the lobby living room, and she knew it in her heart. But after all, she was not Meng Caiyi,
Entering the Marquis’ Gate is as deep as the sea, it is not what you want.
Apart from Xiao Qiaoer, she should have nothing to do with the Meng family. As long as she doesn't admit it, there should be no problem. She keeps her mind on her mind and relaxes a lot of nervousness. Alas! Often, the plan will always change faster than the change, and she never thought that Xiao Qiaoer
Because I was worried about her, I had already met Meng Xiang in advance.
When I arrived at the living room, Meng Yao bowed her head and saw her: "I have seen the Third Prince! I have seen the Fourth Prince!" Then she raised her head to meet everyone's exploring gaze.
"Yi'er, my son..." Meng Xiang called out loudly when he saw his daughter excitedly, and his old tears were filled with vicissitudes of life. Meng Yao looked up and cried with joy when she saw Meng Xiang. Her face was more charitable, her eyes were surprised, and her excited mouth trembled slightly.
My heart tightened. I deliberately asked, "Who is this?"
He usually whispers in his ear: "That's Meng Xiang!"
Mengyao was stunned when she saw Meng Xiang, and said guiltily: Don’t blame me, I can’t bear to hurt you or make you sad. I am really not your daughter, your daughter has already gone to the Pure Land.
Wen's mind was calm and he calmly stepped forward and said, "I've seen Meng Xiang!"
Ouyang Jin and Ouyang Feng looked at each other in surprise, and their hearts were heard at the same time: What's going on? Why is she obviously Meng Caiyi so indifferent to her biological father?
Meng Xiang looked at the woman in front of him carefully. Although she looked like the little girl, she had tiredness on her face, but she had no illness. Her clear and cunning eyes were also looking at her unscrupulously. Thinking of Cai Yi seeing her every time she saw her
I always dare not look straight, and even if I look at it secretly, my eyes are slightly resentful.
Could it be that this woman is really not her daughter? But looking at the bracelet in her hand with confusion, the third prince would never lie to her. But what should I say? Could it be that she...? She muttered in the ear of a slave,
The slave hurried out.
Mengyao felt soft and guilty when she saw Meng Xiang's old eyes blurred and her vicissitudes. After all, she was the biological father of the body. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, so she lowered her head and stood there silently.
Suddenly, the entire living room was silent, everyone was thinking about it, staring at Mengyao at the same time, and they were silent. The air in the room stopped flowing and solidified instantly. The atmosphere in the whole house was extremely depressing and extremely strange.