"You two have feelings for each other." Murong Jian's light and light voice was filled with infinite sarcasm and sarcasm: the wife of a fourth-rank official had an affair with a chief eunuch, it's really ridiculous...
Zhou Ying's eyes turned red, big and big teardrops overflowed from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks: "Master, the relationship between us is really not what you think..."
"That's because he didn't grow. If you want to do that, you can't do that." Murong Jian said viciously, with sneering at the corners of his eyes and brows.
Zhou Ying's small face turned pale and bloodless in an instant, and deep grievances floated in her heart: After returning to Beijing, she and Jinxian only met a few times and said a few words. This time he saw her hurt. It's too heavy, so I come here to see, comfort her, there is no other meaning, why does the master refuse to believe her words...
"Zhou Ying, Ji'er, but my own son?" Murong Jian's low-pitched question pierced his ears and hit his heart. Zhou Ying's body trembled, and he said stammeringly: "When...of course...Ji'er is of course the master's. My own son..."
"You didn't lie to me?" Murong Jian looked at Zhou Ying without blinking, not letting go of any expression on her face.
Zhou Ying smiled unnaturally: "For such a big matter, why should I lie to the master..."
"The bigger the matter, the more you have to lie, otherwise, how can you get away with it!" A cold female voice sounded, and Murong Xue walked into the room gracefully, looking at Zhou Ying with a half-smile.
Zhou Ying's eyelids twitched violently, she looked at Murong Xue coldly and said, "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I have an affair with Duke Wei?"
"En." Murong Xue nodded honestly.
Zhou Ying was burning with anger: "Murongxue, don't bully me too much. When we were young, one of our Zhou Mansion and Wei Manor were in the east of the city and the other was in the west of the city. They were separated by the entire capital. We had never even met each other. Where did we come from? Personal affair..."
"It's true that your two families are far away, but Second Aunt and Wei Dugong's maternal ancestors are both in Luoyang, and they are still good neighbors!" Murong Xue said leisurely, holding a stack of papers, ruthlessly It hit Zhou Ying hard, pieces of white paper fluttered like snowflakes.
Murong Xue's cold voice sounded slowly in the snow: "During a visit to relatives one year, my second aunt met Dugong Wei. The beautiful girl and the handsome boy fell in love at first sight. After getting along year after year, it was even more sweet as glue. Secretly After settling for life, only waiting for Second Aunt and Ji, Wei Dugong will beg his parents to propose marriage to Second Aunt."
"I don't want to, just half a month before my second aunt and Ji, Dugong Wei's father was greedy for ink, and the amount was huge. The second aunt was sad, but she couldn't help her. Unfortunately, she found out that she was pregnant, just as the second uncle was of marriageable age, and the step-grandmother proposed marriage to your family, so you married the second uncle as a matter of course …”
Zhou Ying picked up the pages of paper with trembling hands, and looked at the details of her and Wei Jinxian recorded on it. Her beautiful face turned pale instantly, and a deep panic flashed in her eyes. Murong Xue slammed it over: "You're talking nonsense, nonsense... these are all fabricated by you, fabricated..."
Murong Xue waved the paper away and snorted disdainfully: "Second Aunt, how dare you say that Murong Ji was not born after seven months of marriage between you and Second Uncle?"
"Ji'er was born prematurely, prematurely..." Zhou Ying's eyes flickered unnaturally, and she argued hastily.
"That's right, Second Aunt's premature son, like Wei Dugong, has the exact same mole on her heart." Murong Xue said with a slight smile, her eyes were as cold as ice!
Wei Jinxian's sharp eyes narrowed sharply: Murongxue knew that he had a mole on his chest, so she knew that he was the assassin who assassinated her, and she was able to see through his disguise so well. It's really not easy...
Murong Jian looked sideways at Murong Xue bit by bit: "Is everything you said true?"
"Bring Murong Ji over here and take a look at the skirts of his and Dugong Wei's chests, and you'll know." Murong Xue said lightly, but Zhou Ying's body trembled when he heard it, and said hurriedly: " Master, don't listen to her, she is sowing discord..."
"Come here, go to Jiyue Courtyard and bring Ji'er here." Murong Jian commanded sharply, his gaze as cold as ice.
"Yes!" Someone outside the door led the way.
Zhou Ying's small face was pale and bloodless, and he looked at Murong Jian anxiously: "Master, you don't believe me..."
"I just want to prove it. If Ji'er is really my own son, why should you be afraid if you didn't do anything wrong to me?" He opened his skirt, and there was indeed a dark mole on his fair skin.
Wei Jinxian's eyes froze, and he opened Murong Jian with a wave of his hand. There was anger in his eyes. He was seriously injured, and he was thinking about the mole on his chest. He didn't notice for a while, and let Murong Jian get away with it. It's really abominable: "Murong Jian, pay attention! your own identity."
"Thank you, Dugong Wei, for reminding me that the officials have always been paying attention." Murong Jian said casually, looking outside the house frequently. In an instant, he arrived in front of Murong Ji, stretched out his hand and pulled open the skirt of his clothes, pulled up the white fine gauze wrapped around his body, and saw a black mole, no matter its location or shape, it was indeed the same size as the mole on Wei Jinxian's chest. exactly the same...
"Hehe!" Murong Jian smiled coldly, raised his head little by little in the smile, his sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot coldly at Zhou Ying, Wei Jinxian: "What else do you have to say?"
There was a gnashing of teeth in the deep voice, Murong Ji's body trembled, and he said in puzzlement: "Father, what happened?"
Murong Jian turned a deaf ear and stared at Zhou Ying and Wei Jinxian with hatred, the coldness shot from the bottom of his eyes...
Zhou Ying's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and she sat slumped on the bed, her face pale...
Wei Jinxian didn't take it seriously: "It's just a mole, what can it explain? There are tens of thousands of people in this world, and there are not tens of thousands of moles on their chests, there are thousands of them. Could it be that they are all father and son?"
Murong Jian's eyes sank, he didn't speak, a slight hesitation flashed in his eyes...
Murong Xue curled her lips into a sneer, Wei Jinxian was smart enough to think of such an excuse, but it was not so easy to get away with it: "Let's test your blood and see if you are the real father and son!"
Wei Jinxian's eyes froze, and he looked at Murong Xue coldly.
Without fear, Murong Xue met his gaze and said with a smile, "Why? Duke Wei disagrees?"