Mu Yunhan also raised his head and looked outside.
On the long street, I saw a maroon horse with a gilt saddle and bridle, and a brocade dress galloping towards me.
There is a person on the horse, wearing an azure robe with arrow sleeves and a black fox fur, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a smile on his face, and he is proud and coquettish.
If it’s not Mengjia, who is it?
Mu Yunhan was surprised.
She had known he was coming for a long time, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.
In just a split second, Meng Jia had already galloped to the front of her car and jerked the reins.
The maroon horse neighed, raised most of its body and then fell heavily. Mu Yunhan's horse was so frightened that it kept ducking aside. The driver tried to calm it down before subduing it.
Meng Jia was riding a horse, leaning forward beautifully towards the car window, her eyes sparkling, the corners of her lips stretched to the base of her ears, and her two rows of white teeth.
"Mu Yunhan!" He stared at her and shouted happily: "I'm back!"
Completely ignoring everyone.
Mu Yunhan subconsciously gave him a bright smile: "You are back."
"Yes, I'm back!"
He repeated it again, with uncontrollable joy, he bent his free arm, made a fist, and made a muscle-flexing movement: "What do you think of me, young master?"
Mu Yunhan said in his heart, still the same two, but with a gentle smile on his face: "Very good, adopted brother."
Meng Jia didn't hear clearly and was confused for a moment before saying: "What did you just call me? Brother...eldest?"
"Brother Ten!" Mu Ying shouted happily: "My sister calls you adopted brother! The old lady and Mr. Meng adopted her as their adopted daughter."
The smile on Meng Jia's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes darkened: "When did it happen?"
When Mu Ying saw his expression, she was so frightened that she shrank into Mu Yunhan's arms: "Sister, did I say something wrong?"
"No." Mu Yunhan hugged her and said calmly: "It's just what happened when I first arrived in Lanjing. Don't you know?"
"Of course I don't know! Why should I know!" Meng Jia raised his eyebrows, roared fiercely, and glared at Mu Yunhan fiercely.
Mu Yunhan looked at him calmly, his heart pounding, fearing that he would be as lawless as before and make a fuss regardless of everything.
This is in the capital, not some remote town. If something bad happens, a large number of people will lose their face.
Meng Jia suddenly softened his voice again: "Are you kidding me? Are you angry that I haven't come to see you for so long? Look, I just came back and haven't met you yet. I knew you were here, so I took a detour first.
..."
"General Meng." Gu Fenglin got off the car in front and greeted him politely: "Long time no see, the general's demeanor remains as good as before."
Meng Jia suddenly turned his head to look at him and said fiercely: "Why are you here?"
Gu Fenglin smiled slightly: "I was originally here."
Meng Jia pulled the reins hard, and the horse went straight towards Gu Fenglin.
Gu Fenglin stood still and stood tall, with a natural smile: "Congratulations to General Meng for your extraordinary achievements. You will definitely be commended by your Majesty for your return to the court."
"You insidious thing! Young Master..." Meng Jia frowned and said aggressively, "You finally stopped pretending?"
"This is the moment. The general returns to court after victory. His Majesty will be waiting in the palace. Don't delay. It's time for you to enter the palace to face the saint."
Gu Fenglin calmed down and said, "After you meet the saints and pay homage to your parents, Gu will be the host someday to wash your hands."
As if to verify his statement, a member of the Montessori family rushed over: "Young Master, Young Master, let's face the Holy Spirit first..." (To be continued)