He turned around and strode out. He wanted to ask Mu Yunhan face to face.
Mu Jie stopped sending him off when he arrived at the entrance of the town. He cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Meng, please walk slowly. This is the dry food and water grandma gave you."
Meng Jia immediately felt a little hopeful: "It's getting dark. I'm alone and haven't walked through the night. It's so scary..."
Mu Jie smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Meng is a heroic man who can kill thieves on a rainy night."
Meng Jia immediately lost his face, took off the dry food and water hanging on the saddle, threw them all on the ground, and stamped his feet angrily: "I don't care about this! You are hypocritical!"
Mu Jie was not angry and picked up the dry food and water: "Don't let it go. To say that our grandma is hypocritical is really inappropriate. Our grandma is a kind person, even ants would not bear to step on her to death. She is here for
Hello."
"What do you know!" Meng Jia blushed, fiercely snatched the dry food and water from his hands, and said angrily: "It's just hypocrisy! It's just hypocrisy!"
There was a bit of sadness in her voice, as if she was about to cry at any moment.
Mu Jie stopped talking.
Meng Jia stood blankly for a while, feeling increasingly bored, so he simply got on his horse and walked away.
Mu Jie saw him walking away, and then he went back and reported to Mrs. Mu: "...has left."
Mrs. Mu Er sighed: "Is he okay?"
Mu Jie smiled and said: "After all, he is a noble son who is used to being pampered and has never suffered any setbacks."
That's why I feel so sad and feel like the sky is falling.
Mrs. Mu Er understood clearly that such a pampered young master would either fall in love with him and have to get it, or he would be so sad and despairing that the sky would fall.
Meng Jia is essentially a kind and sincere person. He ran out with passion, but he just lost his child's temper.
Seeing him grow up, she knew how much hope Meng Xiang and Mrs. Meng Xiang had for him.
Even the nickname "Sansan" is not given casually.
There are three whirlpools on the top of Meng Jiafa. As the saying goes: "Three whirlpools are the talents of a general, otherwise he will be an evil person."
At that time, Meng Xiang had a son in his old age. Although he was overjoyed, he couldn't help but show off to his superiors, but he was also deeply worried.
Today, he was ordered to carry Meng Jia into the palace, caress the top of his hair, give him the nickname "San San", and said with a smile: "I am waiting for you to grow up."
It was also given the name "Jia", which corresponds to the "three vortexes", taking its beautiful meaning and counteracting evil intentions.
Such a bright future and such a sincere character should not be dragged down.
Mrs. Mu Er sighed: "It will be better to be sensible in two years. When Tietou and the others go to the city to deliver food tomorrow, remember to send a letter to Thirteenth Niang and ask her family to send people back to the capital as soon as possible. There will be chaos outside like this.
Running is not a problem."
Mu Jie agreed and went to answer Mu Tietou.
It's deep night, no moon, no stars.
The moist wind blew across the field, making the trees rustle.
Mengjia sat on the horse and let the horse run wildly.
He was already hungry, but he didn't want to eat.
He thought angrily that it would be better to starve to death, which would also make Mu Erniang and Mu Yunhan feel ashamed, these ungrateful mother and daughter! Bad people!
It started to rain lightly, and he and the horse were soaked to the skin.
Shoushan Town has long been invisible, and Liuxian County is also invisible.
There was no one around, and a gust of wind passed by. He shivered from the cold and wanted to find a place to take shelter from the rain.
He suddenly heard a "ta-da" sound.
He held the long knife and was on guard: "Who?" (To be continued)