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There was a burst of laughter, and Meng Lang walked in accompanied by a small boy.The young man has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and when he smiles, it seems like thousands of peach blossoms are in full bloom. If the scenery is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated."

Meng Lang looked at the smiling person, his heart was as gentle as a sponge mixed with water, he raised his head to look at his stunned parents, took Du Xiaoqian's hand, and said, "Father, I'm back, this is Du Xiaoqian." Xiaoqian." Looking at the young man pretending to be calm next to him, he was determined in his heart, just looking at his parents like this, his tightly clenched hands let everyone in the Meng Mansion know the identity of the person next to him.

Mrs. Meng hurriedly smoothed things over: "Xiao Qian came from a long way, and there are some meals in the house. Let's eat quickly." After saying that, she glanced at the young man a few more times, and couldn't help but think of Yang Yi's timid appearance when she first came to Meng's house. Secretly making comparisons.

If she read correctly, this young man is dressed in cloud brocade, one hundred taels of horses, wearing cloud boots, inlaid with purple gold orbs, wearing warm jade on his waist, and even the headband looks like a gold silk hollow bird, looks good Wealth is not a young man who can be raised by a small family.

The eyes of Du Xiaoqian and Mengmu met unexpectedly in the air. Du Xiaoqian gave Mengmu a sweet smile, which made Mengmu unable to resist for a while. I don't know if the child's parents know about abducting this little boy.

That's right, looking at Du Xiaoqian's young appearance, Meng's mother has already put the responsibility entirely on her son, and she is worried and worried in her heart.Men and men, among other things, there is no such thing as a child, the child does not know now, and if he grows up in the future, Meng Lang will complain.

Father Meng kept staring at Meng Lang at the dinner table. Seeing his eldest son smiling like a flower, he wished to throw this rebellious son into the military camp for training. He knew that things were not that simple.After a meal, on the surface, they were amicable. Du Xiaoqian's sweet-mouthed aunt longed for her aunt, and it was embarrassing for Meng's mother not to add two dishes to Du Xiaoqian. Meng's mother stared at her third son while watching Looking at the white jade-like face of a young man: "Xiaoqian, you can spend a few more days in Yangzhou. If you don't live properly, tell your aunt, she will definitely make you as warm as at home."

Du Xiaoqian was delighted, raised his chin, and blinked his big eyes, "Auntie's house is so nice, I will definitely stay for two more days, auntie, don't bother me." While looking at Meng Lang, she made a lovely expression , Let Meng's mother love it, it would be great if it was really her own child, it's so pleasing.

Meng's father looked at his third son, then at Meng Liang, and then at the evildoer next to him, feeling angry in his heart. What's the matter? No woman dares to get close to him. Could it be that this is the fate of his Meng family?There was a burst of resentment in my heart.

After dinner, Du Xiaoqian was dragged by Meng's mother to go to the garden, saying that she was familiar with the environment, while Meng Lang walked into the study with his brother's "blessed" eyes.

"I don't agree with this matter. Look at how old that child is. You are ashamed to kidnap him like this!" Mr. Meng raised his beard in anger, and threw the inkstone on the table out of anger, hitting the ground two or three times. Roll, three or two beeps.

"Father, we will be fine." Meng Lang knelt straight on the ground, looking at Father Meng with burning eyes, hoping to get his family's understanding.

"Other than the conclusion of the coffin board and the coffin being closed, who knows what will happen in the future. You are still young, especially the child, and you have not yet decided. In the future, you can guarantee that you only have each other in your heart?" Mr. Meng said what was in his heart, looking at his child I was very sad in my heart.

There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is having no descendants.He doesn't ask himself to have a full house of children and grandchildren, but he doesn't want to see the thin Meng family when he gets old, and see other people's families living lively, while his own family is sparse, so it's not a good feeling to think in his heart.

Seeing Master Meng's eye circles turned red, Meng Lang felt a lot of pain in his heart. Seeing his parents in such pain, how could he not know the difficulties he would encounter in the future, but you can't have both, this time Seeing the difficulties of his parents from time to time, he also sometimes thinks that if his lover is a woman, everything will be much simpler.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll think about it, you go down." Mr. Meng didn't want to say anything, he couldn't deceive himself like Xiang Hui, saying that he still had a son to pass on his bloodline, and now only his monstrous eldest son was left.

Walking out of the study, seeing Meng Lang playing with his hair, Meng Lang couldn't help but walk up. In his impression, his elder brother was the one with the most ideas, and he hoped that he could give him some hope.

"Brother, the Meng family is still taking care of him, but I..." Meng Lang, who was a sage outside, looked at his elder brother at this time, and he was speechless for some reason. It was difficult, with parents on one side and lover on the other.

Meng Lang was half a head taller than Meng Lang, and gave his younger brother a hug. Meng Lang said in a low voice, "There is a holy lady from the Western Regions, a crazy woman, who can help you."

Meng Lang was puzzled. He didn't think a woman could help him. Meng Lang handed a piece of paper to his third younger brother, his eyes were full of teasing, "I have to work harder, younger brother!" After saying that, he walked away gracefully, Now it is better to give this brother a hope than a thousand words.

Meng Lang looked down at the note in his hand, and it was impressively written "In the winter of February in the first year, the holy lady gave birth to a child, the son of King Yan Guang." King Guang is the king of the Western Regions. No matter what, she only favors men and favors Yi, which has been heard everywhere.Moreover, this male favorite is extremely jealous, he has been in the palace for three years, and King Guang has not entered anyone else's body for three years, how can he have an heir?Meng Lang couldn't figure it out, but he put the note into his pocket like a treasure.

At night, Meng Lang and Du Xiaoqian discussed the matter, and early the next morning, a letter appeared in Meng's mother and Meng's father's room.

Unfilial son Meng Lang: Father and mother, my boy will lead Xiaoqian to the Western Regions to visit a friend. It may be as little as a year or as many as three years, and he must return to the mansion to ensure safety.

Turning a page of the paper, it was impressively written by dragons and phoenixes. Meng Lang's handwriting was elegant at best, but there were very few cursive scripts: Du Xiaoqian wrote a letter in his own hand: Uncle and aunt, Meng Lang and I went to the Western Regions to play, don't worry, Wen I have sent someone to deliver a letter to my home, and my father has agreed to our matter, waiting for our good news.

The Meng family all looked at each other, it was too fast, Mrs. Meng didn't say anything, tears fell like beads, sobbing sadly, Yang Yi comforted her slowly, she could only silently bless her.Father Meng sighed and looked at the sky outside the door, hoping that things would turn around, but he didn't know what the good news meant.

One and a half years later, in the early morning, the family suddenly knocked on the door of the Meng Mansion. At that time, Master Meng was losing his temper. He was angry that his eldest son was also suspected of following in the footsteps of other sons, and led a male daughter-in-law home. Angrily not seeing anyone.

"Master, master, the third young master is coming!" The steward's happy voice came into the study, sweeping away a trace of gloom in the house, Master Meng stopped practicing calligraphy, raised his head, "Master, master!" Then he walked quickly In the entrance hall, I saw such a scene: In the hall, Meng Liang hugged Meng Lang with excitement in his eyes, and Du Xiaoqian was a little elongated, sitting beside Meng Mu and talking to her on the road Looking at Meng's mother's arms again, a little guy is looking around with his fingers in his mouth, a pair of black eyes, and a pair of iconic phoenix eyes, which made Master Meng burst into tears.

Meng Lang leaned over, teased the child, and glanced at the dull lover standing outside the door. The man's iconic blood knife was gone, and he was staring at the prosperity inside the door. My heart is distressed and helpless.

Master Meng saw this happy scene and saw the man full of evil spirits alone outside the door. Although he was uncomfortable in his heart, he still waved in a signal way. He and his wife are already old. Fu, it can be regarded as the salvation God gave him to the Meng family.

Outside the door, orioles sing green willows, the sun shines high in the sky, the winter snow sends winter away, and the breeze welcomes spring.

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The author has something to say: It’s over, ouch~ I’ve always been worried that this would be a scam, and I personally firmly resist cheating. If the writing is not good, you can practice slowly, but not cheating is an attitude~ I also hope that readers who don’t dislike it can share with me grow together~