Seeing her father asking such a direct question, the little girl's cheeks were a little hot, her eyebrows were shy, and she muttered, "I... my second brother and I have been kissing since we were children. I must... like him."
After saying that, he turned around again, his ears turning red with embarrassment.
Even with her fearless temper that day, she couldn't help but feel panicked at this time. Firstly, she was worried that her father would not allow her to be with her second brother on the grounds of being adopted siblings. Secondly, she also thought about being with her second brother yesterday. The beautiful woman suddenly felt a surge of sadness in her heart, and she felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
Murong Fu did not expect that his daughter would like Yue Fei. It was just as surprising that the clever Huang Rong would like the dull Guo Jing. For this adopted son, he had grown up watching him, both in terms of character and personality. Martial arts are the best choices. Except for the identity of the adopted son, if he can be recruited as the son-in-law, it would be a good choice.
I just don't know if he also has this intention for Xue Qing. It's hard to predict whether his previous kindness to Xue Qing was because of the friendship between the sworn siblings or his kindness to their Yue family.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu suddenly hesitated. ?.?????.???
As a father, he naturally doesn't want his daughter to be wronged, but similarly, if Yue Fei doesn't like Xue Qing, he can't force her to be with his daughter.
"Have you asked about your second brother's thoughts?"
Murong Fu rubbed his eyebrows and asked.
When Xue Qing heard this, the tears that were still in her eyes immediately slid down her cheeks, and she said sadly, "Second brother, he only knows how to be good to me. I don't know if it's the relationship between brother and sister, or... or..."
At this point, she burst into tears.
Murong Fu sighed in his heart, "That's all. You go back to the palace first and ask him for your father's sake."
"oh!"
Xue Qing pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.
Murong Fu gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a judicious tone, "No matter what, Daddy will make the decision for you."
After hearing this, Xue Qing left with satisfaction, but her heart was extremely complicated.
Murong Fu immediately ordered someone to summon the King of Han to the palace.
Not long after, Yue Fei, who had not returned to his house, turned back again.
Before arriving at the Yingwu Hall, he glanced at the rockery in the corner with confusion, but found nothing. Following the leadership of the chamberlain, he stepped into the hall again.
"Greetings to Your Majesty!"
"There is no one in private, so you should call me your adopted father!"
When Murong Fu looked at the high-spirited and heroic Yue Fei, he felt sincere love in his heart.
Although Yue Fei's appearance is not outstanding, and can even be said to be a bit ordinary, a person's appearance is only secondary, and his mental outlook and inner temperament are fundamental. Even if Yue Fei's appearance is mediocre, as long as he stands among the crowd or the army, what will happen to him? The innate extraordinary temperament can also stand out and become an existence that stands out from the crowd.
When a person's temperament and inner qualities reach a certain level, appearance naturally becomes insignificant.
Yue Fei was very grateful for Murong Fu's kindness, and immediately bowed to him again, "My son, meet your foster father!"
Murong Fu smiled and nodded, but soon his face became a little embarrassed again.
"Fei'er, you are seventeen years old this year, right?"
"Back to my adoptive father, he turned seventeen at the beginning of the year."
Yue Fei said respectfully, but at the same time there was a trace of doubt in his heart.
"In the blink of an eye, you have all grown up. Think back to when your father was your age, and you were already one year old!"
"Uh...yes."
Yue Fei was a little confused. Could it be that my adoptive father suddenly summoned me back to the palace in a hurry just to talk about family affairs?
"Now that you are seventeen years old, do you have any thoughts of starting a family? Your mother must be worried, right?"
As the saying goes, there are three types of unfilial piety, and the greatest is not having children. As one of the four great virtuous mothers in history, my mother-in-law has a stable life now. Her biggest wish is probably to see Yue Fei marry and have children.
Yue Fei had a rare look of embarrassment on his face, and he didn't know how to answer.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I heard that many ministers from the court have gone to your house to recommend matchmakers. I wonder if there is a girl you like?"
Yue Fei struggled and said, "My adoptive father has not accomplished his great cause, so my son does not dare to think about having a family."
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and thought, I don't dare to put such a heavy burden on you, otherwise, let alone my daughter, I would have to hide under the table even if your mother came.
He respected his mother-in-law very much. If Yue Fei had an excuse not to get married because of this, his mother-in-law would probably have to go to the palace to talk to him.
"Ahem, if you want to achieve great things, it will never happen overnight. It doesn't have to be like this."
Murong Fu coughed twice, and at the same time he saw a hint of cunning flashing in Yue Fei's eyes. Only then did he realize, good guy, this kid is going to use himself as a shield.
"Okay, okay, there is no need for us to play charades between you. Please tell me quickly if there is a girl you like. If not, your adoptive father will arrange it for you personally!"
Murong Fu drank tea to calm down his shock and asked.
Yue Fei's nervous mood relaxed a little, and he hesitated before saying, "Return to my adoptive father, I don't have anyone I like, but I also ask my adoptive father not to rush my child's marriage."
Murong Fu frowned and said, "No one you like? Then who was the woman who drank with you at your house yesterday? Do you also think that I am so pedantic that I only allow you to marry rich ladies from the families of ministers?"
Yue Fei was stunned for a moment, thinking of the woman who was with him yesterday, and quickly explained, "My foster father misunderstood. The girl Liang yesterday has nothing to do with the child. No, no, it's not that there is no relationship. Brother Han and I have already As brothers with different surnames, it stands to reason that she should be my sister-in-law..."
This time it was Murong Fu's turn to be stunned.
Your surname is Liang?
This is in line with what Han Shizhong mentioned about the confidante who solved her doubts...could it be Liang Hongyu?
I should have thought of it earlier.
Murong Fu and Yue Fei stared at each other, and at the same time they understood that the other party had misunderstood.
Yue Fei thought that his adoptive father had learned about the incident and mistakenly thought that Miss Liang was related to him, so he hurriedly summoned him to the palace to ask for the reason.
Murong Fu also misunderstood that Yue Fei had another confidante, and after asking him to find out, he would either wrong his daughter or cut her off, depending on the situation.
But I didn't expect it to be an own incident.
"So, you really don't have anyone you like?"
Murong Fu glanced at the cat figure outside the door, and thought that since there was no such thing, he had better hurry up, lest the plot be corrected by history and lead to Yue Fei meeting his original wife. Then it would be too late.
Yue Fei felt a little guilty when asked by his adoptive father, his eyes evaded and he said, "No... no."
"Do you know that if you deliberately deceive, you are committing the crime of deceiving the emperor?"
Murong Fu's soul power was so powerful that he could not only hear the voices of others, but from the slight changes in the other person's face and demeanor, his eyes were like a lie detector, able to tell whether the other person's words were true or false.
Judging from Yue Fei's reaction, it was obvious that he did not tell the truth.
