What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

Chapter 299 "I really miss you."

God?

Murong Zhao showed a puzzled expression.

What god?

This was too ridiculous. He originally thought it was strange that King Qianduan was willing to pamper his mother alone, but now his mother said that he was her and the god's son.

What god has such low taste?

He even wondered if his mother-in-law had gone crazy and said such outrageous words.

Is this already hysteria?

Meng Nichang really had no way to make Murong Zhao believe her words.

"Zhao'er! I'm not crazy. Believe me, Zhao'er, I'm conscious."

Murong Zhao muttered a few perfunctory "Uh-huh" words, and began to think about which other courtyard he could hide his mother and concubine in.

Because the mother-in-law and her father were very affectionate and affectionate, the mother-in-law could not accept the unexpected death of her father. She was so sad that she cried all day long and finally lost her mind.

This seems to be a good reason.

You can also wash out his character that he is definitely the result of the love between the mother-in-law and King Duan.

By the way, there seems to be a courtyard over the ancestral grave. Why don't you send your mother and concubine there?

Because I was too heartbroken, I took the initiative to keep a vigil for my deceased husband. The perfect reason.

Meng Nichang knew from the look on Murong Zhao's face that he didn't believe her. She anxiously pulled her sleeves and bit her lips to consider countermeasures.

On the other side, Murong Zhao was already thinking about how to market the "beautiful love story of the Princess and Prince Duan" again after Meng Nichang's death. Seeing that the other person did not speak for a long time, he turned around and prepared to leave.

He was very busy, and it was not easy for him to take time to see his frightened mother and concubine today.

He has been extremely busy these days. Although most people have no objection to his ascendancy, there are still some people who are skeptical about Murong Hongyuan's mysterious death.

That's right, a few days ago Murong Hongyuan was still giving advice to others and talking loudly in the houses of his colleagues. A few days later, he suddenly said that he suddenly died of a sudden illness and could not be saved.

acute disease? What emergency?

Murong Zhao would never believe this nonsense.

Those who object must open the coffin and conduct an autopsy.

Hey, who cares about them?

Murong Zhao used the excuse of "let his father rest in peace" and "respect the deceased" to fool him.

It is impossible to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, not even in a lifetime.

As soon as the coffin was opened, anyone with eyes would know that Murong Hongyuan definitely did not die of any sudden illness.

Then he, the complete benefit recipient, will be the first to be suspected.

Absolutely not!

Murong Zhao also considered that there might be radical people who would dig the grave and open the coffin for autopsy, so he cremated Murong Hongyuan's body with the coffin as soon as the funeral was over.

"This is a habit in the world of cultivation. People who are cremated can be lighter, their souls can go to heaven, and if they are lucky, they can ascend directly."

Of course, he made this up randomly. Murong Zhao just wanted to find a reason to destroy the evidence.

"My father works for the people with a kind heart. Unfortunately, no one understands him. Some of his proposals have temporarily affected the interests of some people, causing my father to make too many enemies. For the sake of my father's peace, I think it is better to be cremated."

Doing things for the people?

Ridiculous.

For what his father had done, countless people were waiting to dig up his grave and whip his body to vent their anger.

As long as the coffin is dug, his secret will most likely be discovered.

After cremation, there will be no one to dig the grave and whip the body.

If it weren't for the overwhelming power of Prince Duan's Mansion, those guys were afraid of setting themselves on fire, otherwise no one would know how many people would set off firecrackers to celebrate during the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, Murong Zhao went to ask the current emperor to ask the whole country to mourn for Murong Hongyuan, but he shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, with his help, the funeral was grand.

Otherwise, because of what his father did, nine out of ten people here to express their condolences would fake crying.

As for those who really cry, it's usually because the father secretly promised some benefits, but the benefits were not received and he got the golden thigh first and cried bitterly.

He is such a good son.

"Zhao'er, go and have a look somewhere."

Meng Nichang, who couldn't hold back a word for a long time, finally decided to let Murong Zhao find the truth on his own.

After all, even she felt like this was a dream. She was afraid that if she continued talking, she would be imprisoned by Zhaoer somewhere and would never be able to go out.

"Place? Where?"

Considering the glory and wealth that she would have in the rest of her life, Meng Nishang sighed: "You may understand everything. If you are lucky, you can get the confusion solved."

"What if I'm unlucky?"

"Just make one more trip. Remember to bring more offerings, and don't be too arrogant there. Stay calm. It will be good for me and Zhao'er."

Murong Zhao raised his eyebrows in interest.

offerings? The function of offerings is...

"offerings?"

"Yes, offerings."

Meng Nishang recalled the scene when the gods asked her to give birth to Zhao'er: "Zhao'er, don't be afraid when you go there, and don't be surprised if you encounter anything unusual."

Murong Zhao had a vague guess in his mind.

Although this speculation is extremely absurd.

The person who originally planned to leave quietly came back.

"Where is my biological father?"

Meng Nichang herself was not sure. At first, she only wanted to marry into Prince Duan's palace and grow old together with Murong Hongyuan. When she heard such a good condition, she immediately agreed without thinking about how Murong Zhao got into her belly.

To be honest, when she was pregnant with Zhao'er, Zhao'er was much better behaved than other children. When the time came for her to be born, she didn't suffer much.

"I understand, mother-in-law, please rest."

He wanted to see what it was that made the concubine hesitate and hesitate to say anything.

Meng Nichang, who had been locked up for a long time without even a maid to chat with, was a little reluctant to give up, and tried her best to persuade Murong Zhao to sit there for a while longer.

"Zhao'er, please stay with your mother and concubine again."

Murong Zhao withdrew his hand without any hesitation, turned and left.

"My concubine, your living expenses will return to normal starting tomorrow."

Meng Nishang's eyes lit up.

Murong Zhao raised his lips and smiled: "There is just one thing, I hope you, my concubine, can understand."

"Prince Duan passed away due to a sudden illness. As the princess, I am heartbroken."

Murong Zhao left after receiving a satisfactory reply.

After Murong left, it started to rain lightly.

Meng Nishang, who didn't know what she could do for a while, lay on the railing and watched the drizzle falling slightly.

But the rain became heavier and heavier, and many raindrops splashed down and wet the hem of Meng Nishang's skirt.

Let's go back to the house.

Meng Nishang thought so and stood up holding on to the railing.

Zhaoer said that he would return the maid to her tomorrow.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is even a vague tendency to turn into a thunderstorm.

Meng Nishang, who returned to the house humming a song, didn't find anyone standing in the rain curtain.

"I really miss it."

The man murmured and reached out to catch the rain.

I really miss it.