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When Murong Yufeng faced her grandfather and grandmother, she could no longer suppress her emotions. WWw. QUanbEn-xIAoShUo. Com blood and family ties broke out at this moment, turning into drops of sincere tears.
Ever since he saw Murong Yufeng's face that resembled his daughter's, Mr. Zhao had secretly speculated in his heart. Now hearing what Murong Yufeng said personally, his whole body was trembling with excitement.
He stepped forward, helped Murong Yufeng up, and said with tears streaming down her face: "You, are you Ling'er's daughter?"
Murong Yufeng nodded repeatedly, tears falling down.
"Okay, okay!" Mr. Zhao no longer knew how to express it in words. He could only say the word "ok", but the ecstasy on his face completely explained his mood. The face that originally looked old seemed to look younger at this moment.
Mrs. Zhao next to her also calmed down at some point. She looked at Murong Yufeng in a daze, with muddy tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Helping Mr. Zhao to sit down, Murong Yufeng stood beside him, holding his grandfather.
Mr. Zhao looked at Murong Yufeng carefully, feeling indescribable joy. It has been seventeen years since their daughter disappeared without any reason. The two of them have suffered from the pain of losing their daughter and have to face the rumors in the town. Relatives stopped interacting with each other, and servants came to visit. Finally, his wife became crazy because of remembering her daughter, and was in a daze all day long. He is a man who buries all the pain and all the crying in his heart to support this family. Now, the arrival of his granddaughter has revitalized his already numb and dead heart.
"So, Ling'er, how is your mother now?" Mr. Zhao asked nervously about his daughter.
The eyes of everyone around were cast on Murong Yufeng.
Murong Yufeng hesitated for a moment and said sadly: "My mother passed away a few years after giving birth to me."
Great joy is followed by great sadness. Even though the master had guessed that his daughter was dead after all these years, he still had some hope since he didn't see the body. Maybe, maybe my daughter is still alive! Even if my daughter is really captured by the demon fox, at least she is still alive!
However, the facts told by his granddaughter completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart. Mr. Zhao trembled and fell down in his seat. His eyes were distracted and he said blankly: "Dead?"
Murong Yufeng's eyes showed sadness and intolerance. She looked at the people around her who were sobbing softly, and then looked at her lost grandfather. Even though she was usually very resourceful, she didn't know how to comfort her.
Xiao Yueye came over, hugged Murong Yufeng and gave her a reassuring smile. He looked at Mr. Zhao and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhao, the deceased is gone. Don't be too sad. Before Yufeng's mother passed away, she had a loving husband and a lovely daughter. I think even if she leaves, The world is also smiling, right?”
After all, he had been mentally prepared for more than ten years. Mr. Zhao wiped away his tears, pulled himself together, and broke away from the news of his daughter's death. He forced a smile and said in a low voice: "For so many years, I have always told myself that as long as I don't see Ling'er's body for a day, Ling'er is not dead. But, God is too cruel, give me a granddaughter , but took away my daughter.”
"Grandpa." Murong Yufeng held Mr. Zhao's cold hand and said softly: "My only regret in this life is that I can't serve my parents. In the future, when my mother is gone, Feng'er will take care of you on her behalf." Updated, more Fast and easy! .net full text reading allows you to understand at a glance and enjoy reading at the same time!
Looking at his well-behaved granddaughter who looked exactly like his daughter, Mr. Zhao finally showed a happy smile. He touched Murong Yufeng's head, sighed and said, "You and your mother look so much alike. Is your name Yufeng?"
"Yes, grandpa, my name is Murong Yufeng."
"Okay, okay, okay, Feng'er, do you mind if I call you that?"
"Why would I mind, Grandpa."
Seeing that the two of them seemed to be talking for a long time, Xiao Yueye hurriedly stepped forward and interrupted: "Mr. Zhao, Yufeng has come all the way and hasn't eaten much in two days. I don't know..."
Murong Yufeng glanced at Xiao Yueye doubtfully, as if wondering why he lied like this. But she didn't refute, because she knew that Xiao Yueye must have his reasons for doing things.
When Mr. Zhao heard that his granddaughter hadn't eaten for two days, he suddenly felt anxious and said quickly: "You kid, why are you the same as your mother before? No wonder you are so thin. Ah Xiang, Ah Xiang, hurry up and make some porridge in the kitchen. , and also, prepare more food for lunch today.”
The woman named Axiang was a cook and grew up in the Zhao family. When she heard that the young lady was back, she ran over after losing her spatula. Although I knew that the young lady had passed away, I was very happy that the young lady actually had descendants. As soon as she heard that the young lady had not eaten, she was even more anxious than the old man, so she pulled her husband and ran to the kitchen.
Several other servants also reacted immediately, and Cui'er quickly said: "Master, I will tidy up the young lady's room and give it to the young lady."
As for the big-nosed housekeeper, he could naturally see that Xiao Yueye's identity was unusual, and he could also see the ambiguity between him and Murong Yufeng. He thought about it and said, "Master, I will arrange a room for this young master." guest room.”
"good!"
With the arrival of Murong Yufeng, the Zhao family, which was originally lifeless, suddenly regained its youth. People outside were even more surprised to find that the cook of the Zhao family was carrying a bamboo basket and going out to buy vegetables with a smile. Moreover, what she bought were all big fish and meat, which suddenly aroused a lot of topics.
Mr. Zhao felt sorry for his granddaughter. After hearing from Xiao Yueye that Murong Yufeng had not slept well for several days, he hurriedly took Murong Yufeng to the room to rest.
As for the demented Mrs. Zhao, after Murong Yufeng held her arm, she no longer made any noise or fuss, with a happy and contented smile on her face, and murmured: "Ling'er, my Ling'er is back, Ling'er." ”
Her appearance made Murong Yufeng finally hold back the tears falling again.
The person named Cui'er moved very quickly and quickly cleaned up Murong Yu's mother-in-law's room. However, according to Xiao Yueye's judgment, this was probably because this room was cleaned every day, so Cui'er just tidied it up a little and that was all.
After entering the room, Murong Yufeng looked at the room with longing and tears fell again.
Xiao Yueye sighed softly on the side. This was probably the most tears she had ever shed in her life.
Looking at her mother's boudoir, Murong Yufeng looked around blankly, touching this and that. Mirrors, combs, sheets, calligraphy and paintings, everything seems to have the breath of mother.
"Feng'er, this is your mother's room. We have never touched it in all these years." Mr. Zhao wiped his tears and said.
Xiao Yueye stood at the door and hesitated for a moment before walking in. In the boudoir of a daughter's house, boys are the only place to stay. Although he doesn't care about these things, the Zhao family is a scholarly family, and usually these people care about these customs. Xiao Yueye didn't want to leave such an impression on her future grandfather.
But he was overly worried. Mr. Zhao, who was thinking about his granddaughter at the moment, could not care about these false gifts.
That Cui'er wiped away her tears, seemingly thinking of Zhao Ling'er, and ran away as soon as she lowered her head. Xiao Yueye closed the door calmly. Now, there were only the two elders of the Zhao family, Murong Yufeng, and him in the room.
From interrupting the two people talking in the hall to closing the door now, he actually had only one purpose, which was not to reveal their identities. They came to Litang Kingdom in a low-key manner. Once their identity is revealed, no one knows whether they will be in danger? ! The most important thing is, what if someone catches the two of them and uses it to deal with the Murong Dynasty? Although Xiao Yueye was confident in his own kung fu, it did not mean that he was so arrogant that he thought that the two of him could deal with a large number of people, or even an army.
Murong Yufeng held Mrs. Zhao's hand and sat on the bed, while Xiao Yueye and Mr. Zhao sat at the table. Cui'er had just replaced the tea on the table, and Xiao Yueye quickly poured a cup for his future grandpa. In terms of etiquette, this man nodded with satisfaction.
"Feng'er, who is this?"
Murong Yufeng quickly introduced: "Grandpa, he is my future husband-in-law, Xiao Yueye."
Fortunately, the ancient communication had not changed, and the two countries were too far apart, so Xiao Yueye's name had not spread, so the old man didn't know who Xiao Yueye was. He had a good impression of Xiao Yueye. He was polite and generous, and his temperament showed that he was not an ordinary person. Of course, Xiao Yueye's face also accounts for a lot of impression points. But the most important thing is that Xiao Yueye accompanied Murong Yufeng all the way to find his relatives. This true love made Mr. Zhao very satisfied.
He nodded towards Xiao Yueye with a smile, making the latter feel happy. It seemed that the future grandpa had passed this test.
"Feng'er, your mother, what happened back then? Who is your father?"
Murong Yufeng now knew why Xiao Yueye closed the door. It’s really hard to spread these things. She said frankly: "Grandpa, back then, my mother didn't disappear, let alone be captured by some demon fox, but she was hunted down."
"What? Hunting? How is it possible? Our Zhao family has always been kind and charitable, and your mother is even called a living Bodhisattva by some people. How could someone hunt her?" Mr. Zhao stood up in shock, and Xiao Yueye pulled him gently. , shook his head.
Murong Yufeng continued: "My mother escaped by chance and left the Litang Kingdom and went to the Murong Dynasty. Later she met my father and they got married. My father is the Prince Zhao of the Murong Dynasty, Murong Hui."
"Wang, prince?" This shock once again made Mr. Zhao unable to sit still. His daughter actually married a prince? Then isn’t she the princess? What about my granddaughter
Seeing the look in Mr. Zhao's eyes, Murong Yufeng nodded: "Yes, I am now the princess of the Murong Dynasty."
"Ling'er, Ling'er actually married the prince? Oh my God!"
Seeing Mr. Zhao's surprised look, Murong Yufeng thought for a moment and still didn't tell him that her biological father was the leader of the Litang Kingdom.
Let him digest it well. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)