Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 574 Murong Lin proudly flaunted her body and was ridiculed (4)
"Congratulations, sister Lin!" Bending down, Murong Yu poured tea for the old lady, and said in a very soft voice to Murong Lin: "Murong Lin, you'd better pray for my blessing, you are pregnant with a boy, otherwise, you will have to From heaven, fell into eighteen levels of hell!"

Murong Lin smiled triumphantly: "Murong Yu, you are jealous of me, right? Yes, after half a year of marriage, there has been no movement at all. Find an imperial doctor to see, don't have some strange disease, infertility..."

Murong Yu smiled softly: "Shaoxian and I will definitely have a child. At that time, Shaoxian will be crowned king. Our child will be a son at birth. Unlike you, the son born to a concubine is a concubine. The government does not have a high status or status!"

Murong Lin smiled, her provocative little face pulled down instantly, and glared at Murong Yu angrily, Murong Yu ignored it and continued to provoke: "Also, if it's a daughter, you just wait for bad luck..."

"Murong Yu!" Murong Lin gritted her teeth angrily, just as she was about to get angry, Murong Yu had helped the old lady go outside: "Grandmother, the opera is about to start outside, let's go out and listen!"

Aristocratic old women like to listen to operas. The sweetness of their youth is a thing of the past, but they can look for their shadows from decades ago in the operas. , Reading, writing, and listening to operas, there are things they yearn for most in the opera.

After the play, it was juggling, which was passed down from the folks, and it was very fresh, and people watched it with great interest. The finale of the juggling was a six or seven-year-old boy who came out with many bowls, stood on a high chair, and Put the bowls on your toes, throw them over your head, and list them one by one.

For martial arts practitioners, these are pediatrics, and they can be done with eyes closed. However, for a boy who is only six or seven years old, this is a somewhat difficult movement.

The little boy was very careful, and the bowls passed by his toes, one by one, and the ladies praised him and gave them warm applause.

The bowl in the last place left its toes and flew to the top of the head. The little boy stretched out his head to catch it, his body leaned forward slightly, the front of the chair was heavy, and he lost his balance. The little boy fell straight down...

There are several chairs stacked on top of each other, two to three meters high, and the high platform is very hard. If it falls off, it will be crippled even if it is not dead. save someone...

The little boy fell straight to the high platform, a tragedy was about to happen, Murong Yu was about to secretly rescue someone, a figure quickly rushed up to the high platform, and caught the fallen little boy.

Probably because the little boy was too heavy, the man was knocked down on the high platform...

It's okay, it's okay, nothing happened!The ladies secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Someone from the juggling class had already stepped forward and pulled up the little boy and the man who rescued him: "Thank you, my lord, for your rescue!"

"It's just a little effort, you don't have to be polite!" The man smiled slightly, and was about to leave the high platform amidst the attention of everyone admiring him. The moment he turned around, everyone saw his face clearly, and they were stunned on the spot.

Murong Yuxue narrowed her eyes slightly: That man looks very much like Murong Xiu...

"An'er, is that you?" The old lady was the first to react, she stood up, her voice was choked up, tears glistened in her eyes, this face was exactly the same as the one she saw that night.

The man's eyes flickered unnaturally: "You mistook me, I'm not Murong An!" As he spoke, the man left quickly, staggering and limping.

"An'er, I know it's you!" The old lady supported Yinping, and hurriedly chased after him, because besides Murong Xiu, this man also looked like Xie Zixin, who said he was not their child, who would believe it.

"An'er, An'er..." The man walked in front, and the old lady chased after him, keeping a distance between them. The old lady couldn't catch up with the man, and the man couldn't get rid of the old lady.

There are many small rooms by the lake. The man reached the end and was about to turn a corner. Murong Xiu came out from the corner. The officials who accompanied him were shocked when they saw the man. Their eyes flicked back and forth between Murong Xiu and the man. Hang around, like, it's so similar!
"You are An'er, why don't you admit it?" The old lady finally caught up with the man, a little sullen.

"An'er!" Murong Xiu came back to his senses, took a quick step forward, pulled up the man's right sleeve, and on his strong arm, a bean-sized cinnabar mole appeared vividly.

Murong Xiu's eyes filled with tears, and he tried not to shed them: "You also said that you are not An'er, and this cinnabar mole is the best proof!"

Murong An's cinnabar mole is innate, very special, and cannot be imitated by others. When he was a child, Murong Xiu often joked with him, saying that if he got lost, he could be found with this cinnabar mole. Poke, today, Murong Xiu really found someone with this cinnabar mole.

The man lowered his head and remained silent.

Murong Xiu took out the heirloom jade pendant: "This, you sent it back to the Marquis Mansion, why did you send it back? You don't recognize us?"

"I'm a useless person, I don't deserve to have a family like yours!" The man's voice choked up, and he took out a pair of jade bracelets: "This one also belongs to the Hou's mansion, take it back!"

The jade bracelet is crystal clear, with three big pearls inlaid on it, emitting a light green light under the sun, and it is worth a lot of money at a glance. The most important thing is that there are two words engraved on the jade bracelet, Xin, Xiu.

This is the token of engagement between Murong Xiu and Xie Zixin when they were young. Xie Zixin likes it very much and wears it every day...

"Slap!" Murong Xiu slapped the man hard, and the man's face was tilted to one side, he stood there without moving, "You unfilial son, you won't return home, and you want to sever ties with us, you Go, go..."

The man stuffed the jade bracelet into Murong Xiu's hand, took a deep look at him and the old lady, and turned to leave, but the old lady grabbed him: "An'er, do you really not want to go home and reunite with us?"

"My legs are crippled. I can't run or jump. I'm just a half-cripple. I'll embarrass you when I go back to the Marquis Mansion..." The man's voice became lower and lower, as if he felt inferior.

"You are the Young Master of the Hou Mansion, not to mention that your legs are disabled, even if your whole body is paralyzed, you are still the Young Master of the Hou Mansion!" Murong Xiu thought that he would never have another son, so he wanted to adopt someone else's son. Thinking of God's pity, his son who had been missing for many years actually returned, so what if his legs are disabled, An'er is still his son.

(End of this chapter)