The shopkeeper couldn't guess his intentions, and saw that he didn't seem to want to steal the chrysanthemum, so he stopped caring about him over time. It wasn't until three days later that things changed! ”

Fu Chenghai stopped talking with a profound face, looking at the father and son with a look of "come and ask me".

Lin Zhiruo was speechless in her heart, but in order to get the information she wanted, she still resisted the urge to complain and pretended to be a curious baby.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Chenghai stroked his beard with satisfaction and continued: "The owner of that ink chrysanthemum has appeared! ”

After another exaggerated performance, the shopkeeper continued to the next topic.

"The owner of that Mo Ju turned out to be a young man who was not much older than the little boy, and the one who grew was Qi Yuxuan Ang Zhilan Yushu, although he was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, but the style of the whole body could not be stopped!"

Lin Zhiruo was about to roll her eyes, and Fu Chenghai continued the topic again: "Our little boy rushed up as soon as possible, it turned out that he had been waiting in the restaurant for so many days just to negotiate directly with the owner of Mo Ju, but the young man also loved the pot of chrysanthemums for ten minutes, and seemed to have promised to give it to someone, no matter how the little boy asked, he refused to agree to sell it." ”

"In order to make Mrs. Taishi happy, the little boy was not willing to give up like this, and still appeared in the restaurant on time every day, as long as the boy appeared behind him, he didn't say anything or speak, just followed him, and finally the boy couldn't stand it, so he proposed to let the little boy be punched by a master next to him, and he gave Mo Ju to the little boy."

The young man's original intention was to let the little boy know the difficulty and retreat, the master next to him was tall and big, eight feet long, full of pimple meat, one palm can directly split the ground in half, if this falls on the little boy, where can the little boy's small body stand it. The young man thought that the little boy should give up, but he didn't think that the little boy would agree without saying a word! ”

The young man and the master changed their faces on the spot, but since the words had already been spoken, how could the little boy give them a chance to deny it, and immediately entangled the young man. But the boy couldn't really let his subordinates beat the little boy to death, so he had to change the rules and compete with the little boy himself, and whoever admits defeat in the end will give up Mo Ju. ”

The two of them found a secluded suburb and let the master act as a referee and fought vigorously. The young man is more than a head taller than the little boy, and the fight is naturally not ambiguous, and he knocked the little boy down at once, but the little boy is also hard, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he has been treated like this, but he refuses to admit defeat no matter how he fights. ”

The young man felt surprised in his heart, but he didn't show mercy to his subordinates, and put the little boy down again and again, seeing that the little boy's white and tender face was colored, but the little boy still got up from the ground again and again, and the young man was suddenly a little worried about whether he would hurt the little boy.

I wanted to stop here, but the little boy insisted that he hadn't admitted defeat yet, and even his steps began to float, and he clenched his fists to rush forward, and finally the boy really had no choice but to agree to give Mo Ju to the little boy. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the little boy had already moved the chrysanthemums he had collected to the courtyard before his wife got up, and the lady saw the rare chrysanthemums in the courtyard when she got up, and her mood was naturally excited. ”

"The little boy is also very happy, looking at the happy smiling face of his wife, the little boy feels that his efforts over the past few days have finally been rewarded, and his face is still injured, but he doesn't feel pain at all."

"It's a pity that the old illness of the lady suddenly attacked, and the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet ended unsatisfactorily after all, which is a pity for the little boy's intentions for so many days."

Speaking of this, Fu Chenghai shook his head and expressed regret.

Lin Zhiruo knew, Fu Chenghai knew, it was just the version that Master Meng told his subordinates to say, and the events of that day were far from being as happy as he said, but Mrs. Taishi suddenly made a mistake and told the truth about Meng Dongxing's life experience.

The mother-son relationship, which had always maintained a superficial peace, also broke down suddenly, and Meng Dongxing also knew from that time that he was not the biological son of Mrs. Taishi, and his biological mother was someone else.

It was also the first time he knew that his mother's death was caused by Qin Yike, and since then, his former partners have become enemies, and the carefree time will never return.

Meng Dongxing, who felt that it was difficult to accept the truth of the matter, ran out of the Taishi Mansion in a depressed mood, and Meng Taishi also knew that his son would not be able to accept such a cruel reality for a while, so he did not stop him, but only secretly patted the guards to protect him.

Originally, Meng Dongxing was good friends with the royal princess, and if he encountered something unpleasant at home, he would always talk to Qin Zimo or Qin Ziyu to relieve the depression in his heart.

But this time Qin Yi became his enemy, and even the position of the two brothers with Qin Ziyu in his heart changed, he subconsciously ran in the direction of the palace, but halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered this matter, so he had to stop.

For a while, he didn't know where he should go, and he stood in place and confused for a while before he took another step, towards a random road, where he could go.

By the time he found out, he had rushed to the outskirts of the duel with the boy, where he had dueled with the boy a few days ago, and in order to coax his mother's pleasure, there were still traces of their duel on the ground, but in just a few days, his mother was no longer his mother, and even his friend was no longer his friend, but his mother-killing enemy.

And everything he did before seemed to be completely meaningless.

He even thought a little like a turtle, if he hadn't figured out how to collect any chrysanthemums, if he hadn't wanted to please his mother during the Mid-Autumn Festival, then everything would not change.

The dignified and elegant beautiful woman who lived in the Taishi's Mansion was still a little cold to him in his mind, but she was a mother who cared about him, and the straightforward little princess in the palace was still his best playmate.

Unfortunately, all this is gone.

Thinking of this, Meng Dongxing suddenly felt sad, he suddenly hugged his knees and paused in the middle of the wilderness, buried his head in his knees, and cried silently.

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the people on the street are happy to be with their families, and after a day of playing, they return home after the sun sets, and everyone gathers around the table to have a reunion meal.

But he could only hide alone in this kind of wilderness and cry silently, and Meng Dongxing couldn't escape from his grief.

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