After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight - Chapter 645: Bao Zhuzhu and the Old Man
After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight
Chapter 645: Bao Zhuzhu and the Old ManAs we enter early summer, the little guy's clothes have become much thinner, and he is no longer dressed like a thick tiger cub.
She was wearing a pink lotus skirt, and at first glance, she looked like a cute little flower bud.
The stone table was a little too high for her.
She stood on tiptoe, trying to raise herself higher, trying to see the scroll on the table clearly.
Old Master Meng glanced at the little guy who appeared out of nowhere.
He was plump and white, with a golden collar around his neck and a golden bun on his head. He looked rich and noble.
But there was no adult to take care of her, or any servants following her.
Mr. Meng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Which family are you from?"
Baozhu Zhunai chirped, "Yours."
Mr. Meng: “…”
Mr. Meng looked at the little guy again and again, and finally guessed his identity.
No matter what his attitude towards Lu Yuan was, he would not go so far as to embarrass a child.
He thought the little girl wanted to grab the food on the table, so he brought the fruit plate closer to her.
Unexpectedly, the little guy actually moved the fruit plate away with a serious expression on his face, as if he was in the way.
Mr. Meng asked, "Do you want to see the portrait?"
Bao Zhuzhu nodded.
Mr. Meng asked the servant in the yard to bring a small stool.
The little guy stepped on a small stool and finally reached it.
She not only looked at the person in the portrait, but also at the words on the portrait. She looked so serious, as if she could understand them.
"Are these the people you found for my mother to steal the hydrangea?"
She pointed at the portrait on the table and asked Mr. Meng.
Mr. Meng was surprised that this little kid knew so much.
He said, "Why? You want to ask for mercy from your father?"
Bao Zhuzhu shook his head: "Not really, they are all cheap dads anyway, so it's okay to change them."
Mr. Meng: “…”
Mr. Meng asked again: "Aren't you afraid that your father will beat you?"
Bao Zhuzhu said confidently: "I am my mother's baby!"
Mr. Meng's eyes moved, and he asked again: "What does your mother like to eat?"
Bao Zhuzhu answered without hesitation: "Fried fruit!"
Mr. Meng said nothing more, lowered his eyes and continued to select young talents who were qualified to participate in the marriage proposal.
However, the little guy did not intend to let him go and pointed at the portrait.
"too ugly."
"Too fierce."
"Too cowardly."
……
Old Master Meng looked at the little guy speechlessly: "After jumping around, in the end only your dad is left, right?"
Baozhuzhu blinked innocently.
The little trick was discovered.
Plan failed!
Old Master Meng snorted and ignored the little guy's advice.
Baozhuzhu sat on the bench. After a while, he felt sleepy, but he was stubborn and refused to leave.
She pecked at rice like a chick, her little head drooping and her little body swaying back and forth.
I almost fell off the bench several times.
Old Master Meng subconsciously stretched out his hand, and when he was about to help the little guy, he pulled it back.
He called the servants and asked them to take the precious pig away.
Baozhuzhu won't leave.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned, and climbed onto Grandpa Meng's rattan chair uninvited. She squeezed herself next to Grandpa Meng, squeezed out a small space, curled up herself, and fell into a sweet sleep.
There was a bulge in her cuffs, as if something was stuffed in them.
Mr. Meng pulled it out and took a look, and it was actually a portrait of Lu Yuan.
The reason why the little girl refused to leave was that she was planning to take advantage of the situation and sneak her father's portrait into this group of young talents?
"master."
Meng Bo came over to pick up the portraits. He looked at the pile at the edge and asked, "Are all these the ones that failed?"
Old Master Meng hummed and was about to stuff Lu Yuan's portrait back into the little guy's sleeve.
After a pause, he turned to another pile of portraits.
Meng Bo looked at the portrait of his brother-in-law, which was placed in the passing pile, and walked away calmly.
"slow."
Mr. Meng called him.
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Meng Bo turned around and asked.
Mr. Meng handed him a token, wrote an invitation by hand, and gave him some instructions.
After nightfall.
He came to a secluded courtyard three miles away from the Meng family.
The courtyard is located in an old alley that has long been vacant, and now only his family still has a light on.
He knocked on the door and said, "Sir, it's me, Lao Meng. My master asked me to come and visit you."
creak.
The gate was opened.
Meng Bo stepped in.
When he visited for the first time, he only heard the door opening but didn't see the person who opened it. Meng Bo was so scared that he thought he had seen a ghost.
Later I found out that this was a mechanism.
The gentleman who lives here is a hermit who saved the life of his master. Therefore, the master always respectfully calls him "Sir".
Not long ago, my husband seemed to have gone on a long trip.
He came here several times but always returned empty-handed.
He didn't have much hope today.
There are two begonia trees planted in the courtyard, which is very quiet and peaceful.
He walked up the steps and entered the gentleman's reception room.
The interior of the house is very simple, with a table, a futon and a screen.
The gentleman sat behind the screen and rarely showed up.
Meng Bo knelt on the cushion.
He carefully placed the token and invitation on the table, looked at the screen and said politely: "Sir, this is my master's invitation. My third daughter will throw a ball to find a husband tomorrow. If you know any young talents who are unmarried, you can take this invitation and the old man's token to the Meng family to participate in the marriage."
"The old man said that you are a righteous man, and the friends you know must be people of both moral character and integrity. Of course, this request is a bit excessive. If you find it offensive, you can -"
"understood."
A hoarse and unpleasant deep voice came from behind the screen.
Meng Bo was already accustomed to the other party's voice.
You know, he was really shocked when he heard it for the first time.
It was as if his voice was destroyed, it was hardly a normal voice.
"I'll keep an eye out."
pay attention to?
Is this a promise?
Meng Bo was pleasantly surprised, and thought of something, and said, "Oh, yes, sir."
He placed a box of snacks on the table. "Master knows that you never accept gifts. This is not a gift. It is just a snack made at home. Miss Third loves it, so I made some more. If you don't mind, you can try some."
I thought the other party would refuse as usual.
I never expected that the other party would say in a hoarse voice: "Thank you."
Meng Bo was stunned.
Did you really accept it?
The gentleman today was a little too easy to talk to.
"Sir, then, I won't disturb you to rest. Goodbye."
He didn't dare stay any longer, as the old man had specifically instructed him to do so.
"What time tomorrow?"
the man suddenly asked.
Meng Bo replied: "The hour of You."
After Meng Bo left, the man walked out from behind the screen.
He first glanced at the handwritten invitation from Mr. Meng, then opened the food box, picked up a greasy fried fruit, took off the mask on his face, revealing his scarred face, and held the fried fruit in his mouth and tasted it carefully.