Chapter 206 Parting is not parting just for reunion (2)
"Xinzhu, I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you. I'm not blaming you when I say that, no."
Meng Xinzhu did not speak, she just nodded silently, she understood, she understood everything. Her Long Qiu would not blame her, her Long Qiu could not bear to blame her, her Long Qiu would only pamper her and let her,
Pamper her.
"Wow! Lady Bamboo, I thought you were so chaste, but it turns out you are stealing men behind your back!"
The two of them turned their heads and looked at matchmaker Chen who was standing at the door of the courtyard with a look of astonishment. The woman pointed at the two of them and slowly walked into the courtyard, "It's a shame that my nephew still treats you as a treasure. I insist on marrying you."
You come in, but before you go through the door, Hongxing comes out of the wall! I’ll catch you right now, let’s see what you say!”
Long Qiu looked at the woman with cold eyes, and squeezed Meng Xinzhu tightly who was about to speak, "What do you want?"
"What should we do?" Chen Matchmaker smiled sinisterly, "If you are married, go to the ancestral hall and let the whole town judge. If you are private, you can also marry the Bamboo Lady to Xicheng, and that will be the end of your affairs.
."
Meng Xinzhu looked at Long Qiu. She felt that the force holding her arm was getting stronger. She saw the sparks in his eyes. She knew that he was angry, and very angry. It's over, it's over. Anyone who dares to hit the emperor's beloved
The idea is not over yet?
"Her husband-in-law is still here, so you force her to marry someone else. I'm afraid it's you who will ask questions when she goes to the ancestral hall."
Matchmaker Chen couldn't help but stare at this man. This was the second time she heard him say such things. Could he be Mo Zhuo's father? Impossible. Today at the school gate, she clearly heard Mo Zhuo calling him.
uncle!
"Husband-in-law? I'm afraid he's dead a long time ago! Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen him in all these years, and I haven't even seen him in Mo Zhuang!"
"Matchmaker Chen!" Meng Xinzhu had already wiped away the tears on her face, "He is Mo Zhuhu's father! My husband-in-law!"
Long Qiu put his arms around her waist and looked at her, the corners of his mouth rising involuntarily.
"You said he is, is that what he is?" Chen Matchmaker snorted. "Bring out the certificates, three matchmakers, six appointments, and wedding ceremony certificates. Otherwise, who would believe that he is not a wild man!"
Long Qiu was startled. After hearing her words, his eyes dimmed. He suddenly thought of something, something he had always owed to Meng Xinzhu. He sighed softly, reached out and held her right hand, and gently pulled it.
Pulling up his sleeves, he gently fiddled with the dark gold bracelet tied to his arm, "I knew you would tie it like this," he stretched out his left hand, and the same bracelet was tied to his arm, "Me too.
." Long Qiu turned to stare at Matchmaker Chen, his eyes so cold that the old lady couldn't help but be startled, "Do you know the meaning of this bracelet? They are the names of two people. As a matchmaker, you should know that a token has the power to two people.
Personal significance, right?”
Lin Kefeng and Long Hao left the bamboo house to arrange things for the Yan clan. When they returned to the lake, they saw Matchmaker Chen accusing Meng Xinzhu. The two looked at each other and shook their heads involuntarily. The emperor's wife was the emperor's brother.
Isn't it because I want to embarrass the emperor's sister-in-law that I can't get along with the emperor? Life will not be easy for this matchmaker and her nephew.
Matchmaker Chen is not stupid. In fact, she already guessed when she saw this man carefully today. Mo Bracelet and him are basically carved from the same mold. Now that she sees the bracelets on their hands, how can she not know the meaning behind it?
Meaning. From the first time they met, she felt that this man was not someone to be trifled with. Since she still didn’t understand this man’s background, she had better not make him angry yet. She would go back and discuss it with her nephew before making a plan.
, how could she not be smart when she was a matchmaker? Besides, when I heard Mo Zhue call this man uncle, I guess there is still something to be done here, so it would be better to start with this girl.
Alas, it's a pity. Matchmaker Chen's small amount may be used on others, and she may be able to achieve some goals, but this time she has messed with a big shot. No matter how capable her nephew is, can he compare to the emperor?
What's more, there are the elders of the Flame Clan and the ten princes escorting her. No matter how careful her calculations are, it will be in vain.
Matchmaker Chen left muttering, and Lin Kefeng and Long Hao followed behind.
Long Qiu watched them all walk away, then turned around, gently held Meng Xinzhu's face, caressed her red and swollen eyes, "Xinzhu, promise me not to cry again. I don't want to be the person who makes you sad."
people."
Meng Xinzhu nodded and looked at the wet clothes on his chest, "Long Qiu, your clothes are dirty, go and change them."
Long Qiu took off his outer robe, watched Meng Xinzhu take out a white shirt from the closet, and watched her put it on for him. He was a little surprised.
"Well, it fits quite well. I was worried that it would be too small."
Long Qiu grabbed her hand as she was tying her clothes, "Did you do it for me?"
Meng Xinzhu nodded, "You're used to wearing fancy clothes, so don't think my needles are thick!"
Long Qiu has hugged her tightly in his arms. This is the life and happiness that only his Xinzhu can give him, eating the food she cooked by herself and wearing the clothes she made by herself. His heart
Zhu never regarded him as an emperor, he was just her man, a man who cared for her, loved her, pampered her, and was remembered by her. 1
Mo Huan held Xiao Zhao's hand and returned to the bamboo house. Long Qiu was talking to Lin Kefeng and Long Hao in the main room. The two people had neatly and beautifully handled the matter of Matchmaker Chen. Long Qiu did not want to know the process.
It's fine as long as he knows the result.
When Mo Zhuo saw Long Qiu, she looked surprised. She shook off Xiao Zhao's hand, rushed into the main room, and stood in front of Long Qiu. Everyone looked at her strange expression with some surprise.
Mo Huan shook her head. She didn't believe how could this happen. She knew that her mother made this white shirt for her father. She knew that her mother was nervous about things that belonged to her father. She knew her mother's feelings for her father. How could she wear this dress now?
on others.
"Bracelet!"
Mo Zhuo came back to her senses and turned to look at her mother who was standing outside the house. She ran forward and pulled her mother, "Mom, why do you want to give uncle my father's clothes to wear? That belongs to father! That belongs to father!"
Mo Zhuo ran back to Long Qiu without waiting for her mother's answer. She grabbed Long Qiu's hand. She was already crying, "Uncle, take it off. I don't want you to wear my father's clothes. I don't want you!"
"Zhuo'er!" Long Qiu couldn't help but frown. Every drop of Mo Zhuo's tears was burning in his heart. What he was most afraid of was leaving a bad impression in this child's heart. He was afraid that the child would misunderstand him. He was afraid that the child would misunderstand him.
Lose this child.
Suddenly, the ink bracelet stopped crying and shook Long Qiu's hand. She had just touched a very familiar thing. She eagerly held Long Qiu's sleeve until the ink gold bracelet was completely exposed outside the sleeve. She was stunned.
She was so familiar with that dark gold bracelet. Since she was a child, her favorite thing was to play with her mother's bracelet in her mother's arms. She knew that it was given to her by her father, and her father also had an identical one on his hand.
That was her father's identity certificate, a certificate of recognition in the future, and she also knew that her name came from these bracelets. Mo Zhuo looked at Long Qiu in confusion, and Sui Er looked at her mother who walked beside her.