"Brother, where have you been all these years? It's easy to find a sister-in-law."
As soon as these words came out, Ziyu raised her head slightly, feeling that this man was really her mother's eldest brother and her uncle.
It turned out that her nephew looked like her uncle, and she and this man were so similar that it turned out they were really related by blood.
"Oh, it's hard to say, it's not for Hui Niang." When the middle-aged man named Hua Fei saw that Qin Yun recognized him and showed his sincere feelings, his attitude softened and he sighed sadly.
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"Hui Niang? No, this Hui Niang is definitely fake. She is not my Hui Niang. My Hui Niang is already dead. I buried it with my own hands. It is absolutely impossible." After hearing Hua Fei say that for Hui Niang, Qin
Yun's hair suddenly exploded, and he looked at the woman with a very unkind look.
"Husband, can't you even recognize Huiniang?" Seeing this, the woman lowered her head, and her tears fell to the ground.
"Mother..."
"This, this is the real mistress..."
The big shopkeepers reacted from the shock. They looked at this woman and couldn't help but said, this is the mistress in their memory.
"Impossible." Qin Yun objected firmly.
"Sister, listen to me, back then my sister Huiniang..."
After hearing this, Ziyu silently exited the study, put his hands behind his back, and slowly prepared to drink tea on the stone table in the courtyard.
Unexpectedly, Bei Ming Changfeng and Bei Mingyou had already taken the lead and were already sitting on it drinking tea, but Bei Mingyou's big eyes couldn't help but look at her curiously.
"You won't listen?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu. Regardless of whether she is a real mother or not, she should be listening at this time. Why does Ziyu not seem to care about this at all?
Ziyu sat down neatly, picked up Beiming Changfeng's teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "Is there anything nice to hear? Since you have come, you must be well prepared. You can't tell the truth and you can't expose the lies now.
Just let dad take care of it, you don’t need me.”
"Your mother." Bei Minyou looked at Ziyu and blinked.
She doesn't care about the truth at all?
Ziyu looked back at Bei Mingyue, and did a trick on the teacup in his hand: "No feelings."
From the time she was born to the present, there has been only one memorial tablet for her mother in her life. To be honest, she really has no feelings for her, and she has no feelings to talk about for someone who jumped in the queue halfway.
Since there is no emotion and her father recognizes it, then she will serve her as a filial mother. If her father thinks it is fake, then he can just go and cool off. Anyway, she can't tell who is real and who is fake. This can be judged by her father.
Beiming is humorous.
Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, a flash of deep thought flashed across his brows, and then slowly nodded and said, "That's fine."
Although it may seem a little unfeeling to be straightforward and unloving, it is the best attitude to deal with this matter.
Ziyu waved his hand when he heard this, and then looked at Bei Minyou: "Have you made arrangements to borrow money from Emperor Hou Qin? Are you ready to watch the fun here?"
Upon hearing this, Bei Mingyou immediately jumped off the stone bench, turned around and ran outside.
On the way back, Ziyu had taught him how to borrow money from the Emperor of Later Qin, and he went to do it now.
When Bei Ming Changfeng saw Bei Mingyou running away, he couldn't help but slightly twitching his eyebrows and looking at Xiang Ziyu: "Your life experience is really messy."
Ziyu spread his hands when he heard this: "It's not what I thought."
As for her life experience, if she could choose, she would definitely choose not to travel through time. She would still be alive and well in her original place.