After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

After King Miao finished speaking, he stepped aside.

Meng Qianqian first saw the young man in a blue cloak.

The boy was tall, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a face like jade, a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and clear eyes, revealing a bit of wisdom and heroism.

Maybe it was because he was new here, but he was a little wary.

Meng Qianqian stared at him blankly, as if she saw her former second uncle, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

Behind the boy, there was a girl in a pink cloak.

The girl shyly and nervously stuck her head out and looked at everything in front of her.

Meng Qianqian also saw her appearance clearly from this.

She has an oval face, rosy cheeks, eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, and a pair of big round eyes with black pupils that look like obsidian reflecting starlight.

When Meng Qianqian was looking at her, she also looked at Meng Qianqian.

When their eyes met, she immediately retracted her head.

The boy protected her with his backhand.

Meng Qianqian's eyes became even moister.

Second Aunt has been married into the business community for many years and has always been so cute and adorable. Second Uncle protects her very well...

But when she thought of her simple and honest second aunt, who endured humiliation and entered Qianji Pavilion for revenge, Meng Qianqian's heart ached as if it were stabbed by needles.

King Miao looked at the brother and sister, then at Meng Qianqian, and felt that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly strange. He scratched his head and said, "Alright, alright, it's a happy day, don't be so tense! Let's get to know each other quickly!"

He walked up to Meng Qianqian and said, "Granddaughter-in-law, don't cry. I didn't bring them back to make you cry. If they make you unhappy, I will throw them back to Qianji Pavilion!"

When these words came out, the boy and the girl both widened their eyes.

Meng Qianqian smiled with tears in her eyes: "Grandpa, I'm not crying, I'm happy."

King Miao covered his mouth with the back of his hand and asked in a low voice: "Granddaughter-in-law, I feel like this journey seems to be too smooth. The assassins sent by Qianji Pavilion are not very skilled. Is there a trick?"

Upon hearing this, the twins’ jaws almost dropped.

Meng Qianqian looked at the two of them, then looked at King Miao: "Could it be that your martial arts skills are too high, making those assassins look incompetent? If it were someone else, they would have died seven or eight times already?"

King Miao touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

He looks so much like my uncle and aunt, it's impossible to say he's not of Shang family bloodline.

Moreover, it was not just their looks, but also the bond and sense of destiny that seemed to be engraved in their bones that made Meng Qianqian certain that they were the family she had been looking for.

Meng Qianqian was not so excited when she killed Prime Minister Xun, but when she saw her second uncle and second aunt's children, it was really difficult for her to maintain her usual calm.

She took a deep breath and walked quickly to the two of them: "I'm your sister."

Shang Jiu, your cousin.

Meng Qianqian wanted to hold their hands, but paused, held back, and asked softly, "Do you know your own life experience?"

King Miao said: "I told them on the way back to Beijing."

Meng Qianqian was stunned: "What do you mean? Could it be that you have been kept in the dark in Qianji Pavilion for the past few years and don't know who you are?"

King Miao sighed, "Yes, Qianji Pavilion lied to them, saying they were the children of the Pavilion Master. Chen Long took them away, and this kid almost stabbed Chen Long."

Meng Qianqian thought of something and asked hurriedly, "The blood on the bundle..."

The Miao King pointed at the young man and said, "It's his own."

He didn't stab Chen Long, but he stabbed himself.

Chen Long would not indulge him.

I don't pamper anyone except my sister.

When the embarrassing incident was mentioned, a hint of embarrassment flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Is the injury healed?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

"Good morning."

The boy said calmly.

Seeing his awkward and angry look, Meng Qianqian chuckled, "Just like Second Uncle! My name is Xiaojiu, what are your names?"

"say."

The Miao King said this in a bandit-like manner.

Thinking of the miserable experience of being "educated" by the Miao King along the way, the young man turned away and answered reluctantly: "Wuyou, my sister's name is Changle."