Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 781
Qing Luo was standing beside him, she stretched out her hand to barely support him, not letting his face fall to the ground.

"Brother Luochen!" Meng Zhaozhao panicked and rushed over, his red face covered with sweat and tears, "Sister Qianqian, what's wrong with him?"

"Don't cry, it's okay."

Qingluo hurriedly replied, and together with Xiao Shi, helped Mei Luochen up, let him sit on the chair, poured some water for him, and he slowly recovered.

"I'm fine, maybe I just ate..."

He glanced at Meng Zhaozhao, did not continue, and instead said, "How is your grandpa? I'll go there now."

"What are you going to do, isn't it just a drop of blood?" Qingluo held him down, took a silver needle from her hairpin, pricked her finger, squeezed out a drop of blood into the bowl, Then handed it to Meng Zhaozhao, "Take it!"

Mei Luochen looked at the drop of blood, feeling extremely distressed, and sighed one after another: "Oh, this is enough for dozens of people... This is the blood of the emperor, alas!"

Meng Zhaozhao looked puzzled: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand a word?"

Qingluo: "Don't care if you understand it or not, it's important to save your grandfather first!"

There is no time to make pills right now, so Meng Dingkun can only drink the drop of blood directly.

I'm afraid it's impossible for them to hide it from the juniors.

"Qianqian, you go with her." Mei Luochen said suddenly, "Let them know that you provided the antidote."

He took out the plain ring, put it on the index finger of her left hand himself, and said solemnly, "I thought I could live a few more days and let you be free for a few more days. But... I didn't expect my illness to be so serious. It has deteriorated so quickly. I'm sorry, Qianqian, the future burden of the Mei family depends on you."

This meant passing on the position of Patriarch to her.

Xiao Shi's eyes turned red when he heard that.

Qing Luo pretended to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "It's just a drop of blood every year, and it's not as good as being sucked by mosquitoes. Don't make it so miserable."

"Hey, this is your luck and misfortune." Mei Luochen's eyebrows were filled with deep worry.

Qingluo didn't know the meaning of the imperial blood to the Mei family, but he knew it very well.

I hope she won't have a hard time in the future.

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Leaving Mei Luochen to rest here, Qing Luo, Xiao Shi and Meng Zhaozhao went to the Hundred Flowers Hall together.

Lan Hao, who has always been extremely quiet, also followed them casually.

Back to Baihua Hall, the inside was in a mess, only Meng Dingkun's painful groans and groans could be heard clearly.

People around can only watch him go crazy and helpless.

Only the Mei family looked indifferent, as usual.

"Brother Zheng!" Mr. Ning finally couldn't help but said, "Hurry up and save him!"

Mei Zheng sat drinking tea and said coldly, "I'm old, and the head of the family is not me now, and it's not my turn to save people."

This is their customary rule, and Mr. Ning has nothing to say.

"Grandpa, grandpa, here comes the medicine!" Meng Zhaozhao ran to Meng Dingkun with the bowl in his hand, and brought the bowl to his mouth.

Mei Zheng took a look, his eyes lit up, he became excited, and hurriedly reminded Meng Zhaozhao, "Stupid girl, add water. He can't stand such a strong antidote."

Grandpa Ning was very surprised when he heard the words, and stretched his neck to look at the bowl in Meng Zhaozhao's hand, only to see a drop of vermilion blood falling on the bottom of the bowl, like a cinnabar mole.

The most peculiar thing is that there seems to be a faint golden light spot on the blood drop.

This discovery immediately reminded him of the legend about the Mei family.

Could this be...

Grandpa Ning was filled with ecstasy, looked up at Meng Zhaozhao, and asked urgently, "Where did you come from? Is it from Mei Luochen?"

Meng Zhaozhao was worried about Mei Luochen and worried about his grandfather, so he didn't have the mood to pay attention to him.

Mr. Ning didn't get a response, so he went to look at Qingluo again, "Little girl, this..."

"Uncle Ning," Xiao understood what he was thinking, and continued, "This is Qianqian's blood."

Mr. Ning couldn't believe it: "Her? Then she is really the blood of the legend?"

Xiao nodded, and then explained to the bewildered Mei family, "Chen'er is not in good health, and he has passed on the position of Patriarch to Qianqian just now. This drop of blood was also provided by Qianqian. "

Everyone in the Mei family was surprised at first, and then ecstatic.

"So, Qianqian, she is really the blood of the emperor?" Mei Zheng's voice trembled.

"Yes, Dad." Xiao Shi nodded very positively, "I have seen Qianqian's imprint just now, and it has begun to turn golden."

Everyone in the Mei family was in an uproar immediately.

They have only heard of this bloodline, but never seen it.

Even in the genealogy records of the Mei family, only the genius emperor hundreds of years ago was the emperor's blood, and he never appeared again.

Green radish is the first in hundreds of years!
"Show me quickly!" Mei Luoxin pulled Qing Luo in front of her, looked left, right, up and down, looking non-stop like a real treasure.

"Wow wow wow!" Mei Luodeng waited for a few brothers to rush up, and directly pushed their eldest brother aside, one pulled her hair, one pinched her face, and the other studied her fingers, treating her as a rarity, "The emperor Blood, what is so special about it?"

"All of you get out of the way for me!" Mei Zheng's face turned purple with anger when he saw that they were rubbing his precious granddaughter like this.

Elder Ning's eyes lit up: "Miss Qianqian, can you squeeze another drop of blood for me to see?"

"You are dreaming!"

"Can't you think about it?"

"How ridiculous! Do you know how precious this drop of her blood is?"

"That's right, the face is really big! There is a drop of blood when you open your mouth, tsk tsk..."

All the brothers from the Mei family turned on the taunting mode at the same time, turning old Ning's face into a blush.

"Okay," Mei Zheng pushed them aside, pulled Qing Luo, his beard trembling with excitement, "My dear granddaughter, you are really the savior of our Mei family."

Qingluo smiled: "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

If he was talking about restoring the country, I'm afraid he will be disappointed.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what do you think?" Meng Zhaozhao's voice came over.

Everyone looked back and was surprised to find that Meng Dingkun, who was half dead before, had stood up with his usual ruddy face.

Except for messy clothes and hair, he is simply a normal person.

"...I'm fine." Knowing that he must have taken the antidote, Mr. Meng walked up to Mei Zheng and bowed deeply, "Thank you brother Zheng for saving my life again."

Mei Zheng didn't even have to look him in the eye, and said coldly, "Old man, since I am no longer the patriarch, I have no obligation to save you. Even if you die here, I can't waste my blood saving you."

"It's not you?" Meng Dingkun was taken aback for a moment, and then he suddenly realized, "Oh, it must be Luo Chen, where is the other person? I have to thank him very much, he is not in good health and he worked so hard to save me..."

(End of this chapter)