Feng Yan covered his mouth, shaking his head constantly to deny the truth that he accidentally said just now.
Sheng Mingshu and Sheng Huai were not easy to fool, and they managed to trick the truth out of Sheng Yan in just a few words.
After the feast was driven away without tears.
Sheng Mingshu was the first to lose his temper and said, "No, I have to talk to Yi'er. She can like anyone, but she can't like Xie Heng."
Sheng Huai calmed down and hurriedly advised, "Shu'er, don't be anxious yet. If we go so hastily, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive. This matter must be considered in the long run."
Sheng Mingshu could only sit back again, but there was a trace of sadness on his face. "Huai Lang, Yi'er actually likes Xie Heng. What should I do? There is absolutely no way that these two children will come together." Went together”
Sheng Huai was also there sighing, "Who says it wasn't the case? If it weren't for that incident back then, the two children would have walked together, and we would definitely have been happy to see it happen."
"But no one can tell now what will happen in the future. Just be afraid, Xie Heng will let us down."
"Alas" they both sighed.
After Sheng Yi cried a lot, she felt a lot better and took the initiative to show up at the table when eating today.
A few hours ago, Sheng Mingshu might have expressed concern and greetings to Sheng Yi, but since he learned about Xie Heng.
Sheng Mingshu no longer cared about his daughter, and his mind was full of thinking about how to cut off the love between the two.
At this moment, Fengyan rushed in with a whooshing sound, carrying a letter. "Dad, there is a woman outside the door who claims to be your family member and has sent you a letter."
Sheng Yi's attention was immediately focused, and with a forced smile on his face, he pretended to gossip and asked, "Is that woman as good-looking as my mother?"
After Sheng Yan thought about it carefully, he shook his head, "She was wearing a red gauze covering her face, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but her clothes made her look like someone from southern Xinjiang."
"Dad, do you know anyone from southern Xinjiang?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Mingshu accidentally knocked over the cup in his hand and it shattered on the floor.
The servants hurriedly came in to clean, but Sheng Mingshu showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
One wave comes after another. The people from southern Xinjiang finally came over.
Sheng Yi tilted her neck and looked at Sheng Mingshu with a puzzled expression, "Mom, what's wrong with you today? I always feel like you are absent-minded."
Sheng Mingshu raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows with a tired look on his face, "Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest recently and I'm tired. You guys eat slowly and I'll just go back and take a nap."
When Sheng Mingshu was about to leave, Sheng Huai, the wife slave, naturally hurried to follow.
After returning to their courtyard, Sheng Mingshu finally took off her disguise, and she held Sheng Huai's hand hard.
Sheng Mingshu's tone was full of panic, "Huai Lang, people from southern Xinjiang actually came here, what should we do?"
Sheng Huai patted Sheng Mingshu's cold palm soothingly and whispered comfortingly, "Don't be afraid. The Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang died more than ten years ago. The only one alive in the world now is Sheng Huai."
"But the poison on you..." Sheng Mingshu said halfway when Sheng Huai raised his hand to cover her lips.
Sheng Huai smiled gently and said firmly, "Shur, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will never leave you."
Sheng Mingshu still felt insecure and hugged Sheng Huai's waist tightly, as if he wanted to embed Sheng Huai into his arms.
Sheng Huai touched the top of Sheng Mingshu's hair gently, and his voice couldn't hide his fondness, "She is the mother of two children, and she still loves to act like a baby."
Sheng Mingshu raised his head slightly and hummed softly, "You're not used to it yet."
Even with Sheng Huai's relief, Sheng Mingshu was still a little worried. Instead of waiting for death, she took the initiative to send her men to find the woman in red.
Sheng Mingshu never expected that the woman in red whom she had never found would be personally led in by Feng Yan the next day.
Early the next morning, Sheng Mingshu, who looked exhausted, looked at the woman in red who suddenly appeared. He instantly became energetic and stared at the woman in red as if facing a formidable enemy.
The woman in red smiled coquettishly, raised her hand and untied her veil. Immediately afterwards, a beautiful smile broke out.
"Sister Mingshu, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you okay?"
Sheng Mingshu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him and was surprised, "Tuoba Zhu, why did you come to the Central Plains?"
Tuoba Zhu smiled and took the initiative to hold Sheng Mingshu's arm. "Of course I'm here to find you. By the way, Sister Mingshu, where is my brother? Where is he now?"
Sheng Mingshu pointed behind Tuoba Zhu.
Tuoba Zhu looked back and saw Sheng Huai walking in.
"Brother" Tuoba Zhu called out in surprise, and the little bird leaned on Sheng Huai's shoulder.
Sheng Huai looked at the biological sister in front of him whom he had not seen for many years, and was filled with emotion. Sheng Huai gently patted Tuoba Zhu on the shoulder. He said happily, "Zhu'er has grown so big, I almost can't recognize her."
Tuoba Zhu shyly beat Sheng Huai's chest, "Brother is still as handsome and handsome as he remembers."
There was unabashed dependence in Tuoba Zhu's eyes.
Feng Yan looked at this aunt who suddenly appeared with curiosity.
The woman who just stood on the street kept saying that she was his aunt, Sheng Yan, and Sheng Yan didn't want to talk to her.
Who would have known that Shengyan suddenly found that he could no longer control his body, and he led Tuoba Zhu back like this in such a swaggering manner.
Fortunately, the woman in front of him was his own aunt, otherwise if he brought a bad guy home, he would really regret it for the rest of his life.
Hearing his son's complaints, Sheng Huai scratched Tuoba Zhu's nose angrily, "You, you, are still as naughty as you were when you were a kid. Get rid of the poison on Yan'er as soon as possible."
Sheng Yan's eyes widened in surprise, "You are really my aunt, you tricked me the first time we met."
Tuoba Zhu waved his hand helplessly, "I don't want to do this either, but you just didn't want to listen to me at all, so I had to do this."
After all, she was her own aunt, and it was impossible for Shengyan to really lose her temper with her aunt, so she could only bite the bullet and suffer the loss of being dumb.
In fact, Feng Yan was also very curious about the legendary magic trick. He lowered his head to look and saw an insect the size of a grain of rice crawling out of the freshly cut wound on his wrist.
Looking at the feast, my scalp was numb, and my body was covered in goosebumps unconsciously.
After Tuoba Zhu put the insect back into the bottle, he said anxiously, "Sister Mingshu, brother, the bewitching spell on Fengyan has been cured. I have something very important to tell you."
