Tang Shiyue found that most of the men of this era did not have the psychological barrier of "men cannot shed tears easily". They would cry whenever they felt like it, and they would cry very honestly. If they said they were crying like rain, they would really cry.
Tears like rain.
There was Meng Yiqiu in front of her and Yan Shitu in the back. She really couldn't bear this kind of man.
She was silent for a long time, then silently took out the handkerchief and gave it to him.
Yan Shitu continued to cry while taking the handkerchief: "Believe me! You are really my sister, and I am your third brother, Yueyue... I am your third brother, do you still remember..."
She looked at him silently, then at Yan Shirui.
Maybe even Yan Shitu himself didn't expect that he would say it so straightforwardly.
Yan Shirui held his forehead silently.
But looking at Tang Shiyue's "you don't care" look in his eyes, he suddenly smiled and felt that this seemed good. After all, any tactful politeness was better than being outspoken.
Meng Dansui next to him was shocked at first.
But he was familiar with Yan Tingyue, and had already made such a guess. He quickly came to his senses after hearing this.
He said quickly: "The chess room over there has been cleaned. Why don't you go in and sit down first?"
Yan Shirui nodded, but Tang Shiyue said: "I don't think it's necessary. I don't really want to hear your family's story."
Yan Shirui briefly lowered his eyelashes, and then said: "Yan Liangchou has always been disliked by our brothers. As for Yan Tingyue, the third brother..." He pointed at Yan Shitu: "I haven't said a word to her since she was six years old.
talk."
Tang Shiyue raised his eyebrows and changed his words: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you listen."
She was the boss and knew everyone. She chose a room she liked and sat there. Meng Dan brought the tea stove and tea sets and left.
Yan Shirui knelt down and helped her make tea herself, while whispering: "Eleven years ago, my mother took us to live in Dongfeng County for a few months..."
So after a long time, Tang Shiyue finally heard what happened.
Tang Shiyue listened attentively, and then asked: "Since you believe that the real Yan Tingyue is dead, apart from the likeness, what evidence do you have to prove that I am your sister?
"
Yan Shirui hesitated for a moment: "My sister has a red birthmark that looks like a small gourd on her palm, and..." He lowered his voice: "Shenque has a blessed mole."
Tang Shiyue felt silently embarrassed in her heart.
Yan Shirui looked at her steadily, as if he had waited for her confirmation, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Damn it, she doesn't like dealing with such shrewd people.
When I turned around and looked at Yan Shitu's red and swollen eyes from crying, I felt more believable.
Then Yan Shirui said: "There is a jade appraiser in the palace who can identify relatives. You can invite your father and mother to come to the palace with you to check."
What, this thing? An ancient version of DNA?
Tang Shiyue asked curiously: "Jade Appraisal Department? How to appraise?"
Yan Shirui explained it to her.
It is said that there is a kind of snake raised by a secret method in the palace, called the Blood Snake, which is born with yin and yang. Gold is yang and red is yin. The golden snake recognizes the father and the red snake recognizes the mother. As long as you feed them a drop of the child's blood,
If you let them out, you can find the biological parents of the child.
It's so miraculous! It sounds much more reliable than that blood-based method of identifying relatives!
Tang Shiyue nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Yan Shirui said gently: "Yueer doesn't believe us?"
"Not really," Tang Shiyue said: "You two are definitely not people who recognize each other casually. I believe you really think that I am that Yueyue. But how can I put it, people's feelings can sometimes be deceiving.
It is indeed difficult for people to accept the departure of a loved one, but in comparison, the 'death' of Langdao Mountain is actually as solid as a mountain of evidence."
Yan Shirui nodded: "I thought so before I met Yue'er."
He only said this, and then changed the topic very thoughtfully: "My father just doesn't like to talk, and his temper is actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He also loved Yueyue very much back then. My colleagues even told a little joke before."
"I remember that Yueyue was only one and a half years old at that time. There was a guest at home, but he couldn't find his father. After searching back and forth for a long time, he found his father huddled in Yueyue's tree house."
He smiled and compared: "The tree house is only so big. Yueyue loves it so much that people who don't like it can't even touch it. People who like it have to be pulled in. My father is tall and lifts the top
It took two soldiers to pull him out, and he was laughed at for a long time."
Yan Shirui is indeed a person who plays politics. Compared with Yan Shitu's straightforward expression of true feelings, he is really very skillful in speaking.
For example, this "father" does not add a personal pronoun, such as this vague reference to "yueyue".
It's not that he is insincere, but that's just his way of doing things.
Anyway, she thought about the way Yan Chengyuan was pulled out of the hut with his cold face, and most of her dislike for him disappeared in an instant.
Yan Shirui said again: "As for Yan Liangchou, haha..."
He looked coldly: "His real name is Liang Chou. His biological father was his father's soldier. He followed his father for more than ten years. Finally, he died to save his father. Only this child was left. The child cried and begged his father to take him in, so his father took him in.
He is an adopted son. But in the eyes of our brothers and my mother-in-law, he is the murderer of my sister. In the whole family, only my father will talk to him."
He paused: "Yan Tingyue, it is true that my grandmother spoiled her rotten, but my grandmother... you also understand that even my father can't do anything. My grandfather has been resting." He paused before speaking:
"We have never been her supporters, ever since we were little."
Tang Shiyue was really touched.
She said bluntly: "I do hate these two people, and I was a little angry when I first met your father. But from today on, Yan Tingyue is Yan Tingyue, and Yan Shirui is Yan Shirui. I will treat them separately."
"That's great!" Yan Shirui looked happy: "Yue'er, I want to ask, how do you want to check?"
She said: "Ask the Emperor."
Yan Shirui's expression was not surprising: "How about we make an appointment for tea later? I've been thinking about you so much for so many years."
Tang Shiyue nodded and said, "But before that, please don't let our conversation today leak out, okay?"
He said, "Naturally."
At this point, the conversation between the adults came to an end, and Yan Shitu came over again, looking at her expectantly with eyes red from crying: "Yue'er, can I go back to your home to find you?"
What could she say? She could only say: "Okay."
After returning to the county lady's house, Tang Shiyue said to Ding Xiaoyan: "Please help me ask Manager Gu if Aye is free recently."
They were now very close, and after a while, Ding Xiaoyan sent back a message: "Manager Gu said that the state affairs are busy recently, and the emperor may not have time to come over."
This tone... Tang Shiyue squinted her eyes and thought about it, and then she burst out happy.
So the next day, Tang Shiyue, who came back from Deshan Garden, met Aye who was "busy with national affairs".
Emperor Ming Yan stood in her study, holding his hands behind his back, looking at the "Rolling Picture of the Yue Family" she had just hung. (To be continued)