The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Meng Yan was very well behaved at the moment, let him sit and he sat, honestly, holding a snack in his hand, like a little mouse, while looking around, slowly nibbling, The scum of the dim sum was all on his face, and it made people feel soft.

Not to mention an old man like Mo Lingzi, even Xie Qiao, his concern for this junior brother couldn't help but go up a notch.

"Meng Yan is back. I'm afraid the price of cloth jewelry in this capital will increase again." Zhao Xuanjing sighed again.

Xie Qiao looked at him puzzled: "Why?"

"Another day, you can go out and ask. Does this woman in the capital know him? I didn't go to the street without him before. The street was crowded with people, and there were little girls everywhere." After that, Zhao Xuanjing said again. Someone brought a book, put it in front of Xie Qiao, and said, "He wrote these words."

"???" Xie Qiao was confused and took a look at the book.

Then a little dumbfounded.

"Little Girl"?

what?

Xie Qiao simply flipped through it, and then was really stunned. In this book, it mainly wrote about a little girl. She was innocent and lively since she was a child, and then her family was down. The story of the young master being the third successor...

It's a love story.

After the marriage, the little girl was unyielding and unyielding against the bully husband, making the husband treat him differently. After experiencing layers of misunderstandings and ups and downs, in the end, the two fell in love for a lifetime...

Xie Qiao couldn't believe it, this thing was written by her junior brother.

"Does the teacher know too?" Xie Qiao couldn't help asking.

Don't you vomit blood?

It's not that the storybook is bad, but that in these days, few serious scholars write storybooks, not to mention the love and love things that boudoir women read.

"I know." Zhao Xuanjing had a deep expression on his face, "Not only was he not angry, but he was forced to buy twenty copies. I'm afraid I might take it back and use it as a foothold."

"You still bought it?" Xie Qiao was incredulous.

It really doesn't seem like something a teacher can do, does it? !

"I can't do it if I don't buy it. He was very noisy. When he met him, he asked himself how well he wrote. His mouth is full of sweet and kind words. The so-called "smiley people who don't stretch out their hands" were forced to buy some from me." Zhao Xuanjing was also very helpless.

At this moment, Xie Qiao has some admiration for this junior brother.

Being a human being can do this, that's the only one in the world, right?

The teacher is extremely strict in his studies, and Zhao Xuanjing is even more methodical in his communication with others, but he made an exception?

Looking at Meng Yan's eyes, Meng Yan smiled shyly at her. That smile was really like the sugar rain in the spring, and it was so sweet.

Zhao Xuanjing could not wait to cover Xie Qiao's eyes.

So as not to be hooked up by this fox spirit.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the Meng family to get the news and immediately came. To say that this Duke Meng is also a wonderful person, seeing his grandson's appearance, he didn't respond: "It's good to be able to come back alive, I haven't heard a letter for so long. , I thought he died outside..."

When Xie Qiao heard this, he almost choked.

After that, Duke Meng did not forget to thank the prince, her and Mo Lingzi.

However, when he was about to take people away, Meng Yan actually cried.

"Grandpa, sister, I don't want to go... Do you not want me anymore..." Meng Yan opened his mouth, and Xie Qiao petrified on the spot.

grandfather?

Xie Qiao stared at Mo Lingzi: "Master, what kind of grandfather are you? Isn't this chaotic teaching?"

"But I didn't know you knew him..." Mo Lingzi touched his nose, embarrassed, "He opened his mouth and asked me if I was his father, but I can't answer it? It's better to be a grandfather than a father, listen. Feel more at ease..."

I'm dazzled by things today, I know the word, I almost don't know it, so this is a leave chapter~ I'll take a rest, come on tomorrow