Chapter 865 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 7

Xihe held Mrs. Song's hand and whispered to her ear: "I also met a man outside the city, he looks similar to you, if not..."

"How can you meet a foreigner?"

Mrs. Song hurriedly told her to shut up, and stared at her: "Do you still want the reputation of your daughter's family?"

Xihe was aggrieved: "Mother, I made a mistake."

Glancing at the bustling scene over there, his eyes sparkled: "But that man really looks like you, and he was carved out of the same mold. Mother, do you have any relatives in your grandfather's family?"

Mrs. Song was really aroused by her curiosity: "Is there really such a resemblance?"

Could it be that my brother left some romantic debt outside? Thinking about it this way, I can't help worrying for my sister-in-law, when will my brother's flirtatious temperament change?

Xi Hekuang nodded: "It's exactly the same."

Mrs. Song wrote down this matter, and complained to Mr. Song when she went to bed at night, her brother was good at everything, but it was his coquettish temperament that made people anxious.

So, morning the next day.

Mr. Zhao yawned, holding his official hat, and got off the carriage crookedly. Before he could stand still, his brother-in-law grabbed his hand: "Brother, what good entertainment do you have these days?"

Master Zhao immediately became alert: "Second Song, what do you want to do?"

He allowed himself to be a flirt, but he didn't allow his brother-in-law to be a flirt. I thought, could it be that after more than ten years, this old thing has become dishonest?

No, this can't happen!

He straightened his back and coughed, and began to tell Mr. Song with a serious face, what a gentleman does and does not do.

Master Song's face turned black when he heard it.

Simply cut off his words directly, and asked him if he left any romantic debts more than ten years ago? Left kids outside? Still don't care about it, let others be a villager?

It is also because the two families have a good relationship that Master Song asked so bluntly.

Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded. Has he ever done such a bastard thing? It must have never been done. He is romantic, but not nasty, he must have never done such a shameless thing.

Every time, I ordered people to drink the soup, which was safe and safe, and never missed it.

But seeing Mr. Song's suspicious expression, he also began to doubt himself.

Could it be that there was a mistake?

Master Zhao was restless throughout the morning, thinking about how to explain to his wife? On the other hand, he thought about his child whom he had never met, how has the past ten years been?

moan and groan.

Now that she was born, why didn't she say it?

Even being a bastard is better than being a villager. He is not the kind of person with a hard heart, and his wife knows the general situation. Although he cannot be spared, it is enough to give the child a way of life.

After a while, he quickly pulled Mr. Song and asked about the child.

Mr. Song also heard from his wife, how could he know? So a group of people came to ask Xihe again, and Xihe opened his innocent eyes: "Yue'er met that young master in the mountains. He hunts for a living, is skilled in martial arts, and was born..."

Glancing at Mr. Zhao who was full of expectations, he looked at his father: "That young master is tall and mighty, and he is very similar to his father."

Most of the Zhao family are thin and small, not as big as the Song family.

Master Zhao: "..."

Master Song's face darkened all of a sudden: "Yue'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

He doesn't pay much attention to lust, and he rarely enters the backyard. He wouldn't even touch a few aunts, if it wasn't for his wife who beheaded them first and then played to usher them in. For more than ten years, most of them lived in the main courtyard.

Such a character was rare in ancient times.

Xihe shrank her shoulders, tears streaming down her eyes in an instant: "Father, why are you so fierce, that son was born exactly like his mother, even if it is, uh..."

Seeing the black faces in front of her, Xihe quickly covered her mouth.

Master Zhao's eyes widened, and he looked at his sister in disbelief. Good fellow, could it be that my younger sister is actually talking to someone under Mr. Song's nose... It's unbelievable.

After a while Song Laoer went crazy, he had to stop him quickly.

Mrs. Song blushed, and quickly explained: "Sir, I am not, I am not."

She is a serious boudoir girl, she has behaved decently since she was a child, and has never done anything out of line, you don't need to talk about this kind of dipping in a pigsty... She was ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but gouged out her daughter.

Xihe blinked her big eyes, extremely innocent.

A person who appeared out of nowhere made the three parents feel bad. However, the daughter has never lied, and it is true that the next life will be exactly the same.

Master Song directly sent someone to look for it, and Master Zhao was worried that it was his heir, so he also followed behind.

It's a pity that winter is approaching, and Song Yu has been circling in the mountains to prepare winter supplies.

So the Zhao and Song families felt empty.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the imperial court also has important matters. Mr. Song is so busy every day that he gets dizzy and forgets about this matter.

One day, when returning home from court, she saw a person who was exactly like the lady in the yard, and she was shocked on the spot.

"This is……"

"Father, do you think it is very similar to mother?"

Xihe was overjoyed, her little face was flushed, and she pulled Song Yu, who was full of stiffness, to walk in front of him: "Look at this nose, these eyes, this mouth... are they exactly the same?"

Master Song was extremely stiff, and it was even more difficult for Song Yu.

He originally went down the mountain to sell his prey in the city, but he never wanted to be dragged directly to the Song Mansion. Although the group was domineering but not tough, it was not easy for him to directly resist.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the courtyard, he immediately saw the girl with a bad mind.

Song Yu: "..."

What should come is still here.

He was very helpless and didn't understand. Could it be that the boudoir girls in Beijing are so domineering and like to force others to make things difficult for them? Just because of a face...

Turning his head, he met Mrs. Song's eyes.

clap,

The cup fell to the ground.

Mrs. Song's eyes couldn't help shedding tears, she stared at Song Yu firmly, that kind of bloody mother-child connection tightly connected the two of them.

Xihe was still proud at the side: "Mother, do you see that I didn't lie to you!"

It's a pity that Mrs. Song has no time to listen to her, her eyes are full of the child in front of her who is exactly like her.

She stepped forward with shaking hands, and said cautiously, "Son, what's your name?"

For some reason, Song Yu didn't break away from her touch.

Feeling sour in my heart: "Jiang Yu."

After some careful understanding, Mrs. Song was very excited, the food was delicious and delicious, and the servant girl brought it up, Xihe also joined in the fun, and yelled for Song Yu to wash and change clothes.

Having said that, Song Yu instantly came to his senses and came back to his senses.

Although he also felt very close to Mrs. Song, everything was too baffling and his identity was different. He was just an ordinary mountain boy, how could he have a relationship with a big family in Beijing and China? It must be impossible.

Seeing Mr. Song's embarrassing appearance at this time, he felt that he was in a delicate situation and should leave early.