Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 1641

Chapter 1642

The front yard of Prince Rujiang's mansion.

As soon as Yue Dansheng returned to the mansion, he heard the housekeeper call him, saying that the prince was waiting for him in the small study.

Yue Dansheng said "En", thinking that he was leaving tomorrow, and it was time to formally say goodbye to Qian Mengyao.

Walking through the pavilion by the lake, he arrived at Qian Mengyao's small study deep in the bamboo garden. Qian Mengyao didn't come to this small study often in the past, and there were some authentic books in it. Sometimes, I would stay bored inside for two hours, but once I started to deal with important matters, I would go to the big study in the front yard.

Tell him to meet in the small study, Yue Dansheng can roughly guess what Qian Mengyao will say.

The bamboo garden is full of blue colors. Looking from a distance, it makes people feel refreshed and happy. Pushing open the bamboo door, before entering, Yue Dansheng can smell the faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the air.

It is Peach Blossom Noodles, the wine brewed by Prince Rujiang Mansion. Qian Mengyao likes to drink it very much, but because the production of peach blossoms was not high last year, the cellar was flooded again. Thinking of this, the kid was quite willing, so Jianshi opened an altar for him alone.

Hearing the movement, the little prince, who was reading a book on the bamboo bed, turned his head. When he saw the person outside the door, he waved his hand and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Come and sit."

Yue Dansheng didn't have any dignity in front of this person, so he didn't refuse, and sat down across from him graciously.

Qian Mengyao put the book down, sat up straighter, and asked, "Have you packed everything?"

"En." The man who had always been silent and seldom said casually, but his eyes were fixed on the jug on the table.

Qian Mengyao saw it, chuckled, leaned over himself, poured him a cup, and handed it to him.

Yue Dansheng took it, took a sip, the aroma was tangy, and it was ice cold, no wonder Qian Mengyao always liked to drink it, it was indeed several times better than the ones sold in wine shops outside.

"Speaking of which, when my father was around, I asked someone to find this recipe for peach blossom brewing, because my mother loved to drink it. Unexpectedly, after my father passed away, my mother gave up the wine, saying it was not good. It tasted full of bitterness. But I, when I grew up, picked up the recipe, brewed it myself and continued to drink it.”

Yue Dansheng didn't know why he said this, so he took another sip.

"The taste of the wine is always the same, but because the mood of drinking is different, the taste is a thousand times worse." Qian Mengyao said, also poured a glass for himself, drank it in one gulp, put the glass aside, and leaned his head on the wine at will. The bamboo collapsed neck guard.

Lazily, he squinted and looked at Yue Dansheng who was sitting across from him. Seeing that he drank half a glass of wine, he propped his chin and asked, "What do you think the wine tastes like now?"

Yue Dansheng looked up at him and said, "It's very fragrant."

Qian Mengyao nodded, and retorted: "I don't think it smells good."

Yue Dansheng's attitude was very calm: "Because I want to leave, you don't want me to leave."

"Yes." Qian Mengyao sighed, stood up again, and poured himself a glass. When he wanted to drink again, Yue Dansheng snatched his glass away and put it aside.

Qian Mengyao raised his eyebrows.

Yue Dansheng said: "Why do you drink it if it doesn't taste good? How about drinking tea." As he spoke, he pushed the teacup two points in front of him.

Qian Mengyao gritted his teeth and complained: "I said this on purpose to wait for you to say no to leaving, not to let you confront me head-on, do you understand?"

"Understood." In the past few days, they have discussed this topic countless times, but each time there is no result.

Today is the last day, and Yue Dansheng had expected that Qian Mengyao would play some other little tricks. What he said about his parents just now meant that he was miserable, and reminded him that his father died early, and his mother was old and still not close to him, but, so what?
Qian Mengyao was very frustrated, and stared at Yue Dansheng for a long time, and finally seemed to give up, and asked aggrievedly: "Are you really never coming back?"

"Maybe." No one can say what will happen in the future.

"Is the person surnamed Zhong going back with you?"

Yue Dansheng's expression changed without showing any sign, and after a long while, he said "En".

Qian Mengyao sneered: "Don't you have a deep hatred? Are you willing to be together again now? I said that you are all alone and lonely. What can you do when you go back? Do you have relatives? Do you have friends? You Wouldn't it be more meaningful to stay and support each other with me?"

"Who told you that I have no relatives?" Yue Dansheng turned his face coldly, and glanced at Qian Mengyao lightly.

Qian Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the mocking expression on his face remained the same: "Is Liu Wei? Cousin? Oh, that's also considered relative, but I don't think you have any relationship in the past. You might as well be close to me with her."

Yue Dansheng drank the wine, put down his glass and said, "My sister's grave is still in my hometown."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, Qian Mengyao didn't seem to expect him to say that, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Besides, I have a younger brother."

"Brother?" Qian Mengyao was puzzled.

Yue Dansheng refused to speak.

Qian Mengyao recalled it, and after a while, he remembered what he asked Rong Leng before, and asked vaguely: "Is it Liu Mo? Liu Wei's brother, I have heard that you take good care of that child."

Yue Dansheng didn't admit it, nor denied it, Qian Mengyao thought he was right, and suddenly became a little annoyed, and said stubbornly: "He has a real sister, can he take you seriously? It's not worth it for you to go back for him!"

"It's not him." Not wanting to listen to Qian Mengyao's nonsense, Yue Dansheng simply got up and said goodbye: "It's nothing, I'm going back, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Qian Mengyao was still immersed in the sentence "it's not him", his stunned expression hadn't recovered yet, when he turned his head, he saw Yue Dansheng had already walked to the door, he hurriedly chased after his shoes, and halfway through the chase, the shoes fell off, he pulled Yue Dansheng's hand The sleeve asked: "Who is he? How can you have any younger brother!"

"Yes." Yue Dansheng pulled back his clothes, looked down at Qian Mengyao's bare feet, and said, "Take care of yourself in the future, be sensible, you grow up."

Qian Mengyao frowned, feeling aggrieved.

But Yue Dansheng had already left without looking back, and his figure disappeared into the evening twilight in an instant.

Qian Mengyao stood at the door of the small study for a long time, thinking and analyzing in his mind. It was not until a long time later that he seemed to react, raised his head suddenly, and punched the handrail of the door in anger.

Yue Dansheng had a younger sister and a younger brother. These were his only two relatives who depended on each other for life. Later, his younger sister died and his younger brother became enemies with him.

It's just that despite the feud, Yue Dansheng also admitted that the man was his younger brother.

Qian Mengyao was so angry that his eyes were full of gold stars, he didn't even put on his shoes, he ran straight to Yue Dansheng's dormitory, patted through the door, and asked, "He killed your sister, and you still recognize him? Are you fucking a man!"

Yue Dansheng, who was about to change clothes, opened the door, and saw Qian Mengyao outside in a mess. Qian Mengyao's feet were covered in mud and his heels were bleeding.

Yue Dansheng pulled him in, took the medicine box to apply medicine for him, but was stopped by Qian Mengyao, who said stubbornly: "I don't have any brothers, you swore to me, I will treat you well and respect you, Treat you like a brother!"

Yue Dansheng comforted him: "First take the medicine."

Qian Mengyao had no choice but to let go, staring at him tightly with a pair of eyes.

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(End of this chapter)