Chapter 440 Genius Miss (38)

The ruts were spinning all the way and soon arrived at the inn.

Jing’s father and mother went to greet people from various major families. Jing Huan pulled Jun Tan into the yard, and Jing Sheng followed pitifully with his luggage.

Not long after, Jing’s father and mother also came back.

Jing's mother sat down and drank a sip of tea, slapped the table, her expression was a little hard to describe: "The Zhang family is so confused that they actually sent Zhang Heng to the palace for the emperor to be a concubine."

Jing Huan raised his eyebrows, surprised: "Zhang Heng?"

"Yes, that girl Zhang Heng is the daughter of Zhang Wang's original wife. As the saying goes, with a stepmother, there will be a stepmother. Zhang Wang was urged by the second wife and insisted on sending Zhang Heng into the palace."

Now that the royal family is declining, Zhang Wang is so crazy that he pushes his daughter into the sea of ​​fire.

What's more, the emperor is so old that he can be Zhang Heng's grandfather at a few years.

Although there are many old couples these days, Jing's mother really can't stand it and can't bear to let the emperor, an old man buried in the neck, ruin Zhang Heng's life.

"I'm sorry, Zhang Heng, that child, has never had any mother since he was a child, and his father is a raking ear again. When the pillow is blown, he doesn't even know the east, south, west and north."

My mother said something roughly, but it is reasonable.

The confused father and stepmother were poisoned. Zhang Heng was tortured to death and had nothing to do with these two people.

Jing Huan took a sip and the color of her red lips became darker: "Don't worry, mother, Zhang Heng is not a mermaid."

Zhang Heng is not the timid and cowardly Zhang Heng, but the lucky heroine. Zhang Wang, the emperor and the second wife who disturbed the affairs are just cannon fodder.

"Host, you are also cannon fodder." The cloud group emerged.

Jing Huan put Tongzi into the dark room with no expression on his face, picked up the golden spiritual weapon on the side and played with it in his hand.

Seeing this, Jing's mother was a little curious: "What is this?"

"I don't know what I picked up in Changwu Forest." Jing Huan paused, "but there is a mark of the royal family on it."

My mother Jing took the spiritual weapon and checked it carefully, and then showed it to my father Jing, and hesitated a little: "It seems that it belongs to the royal family."

Father Jing nodded and agreed.

Jing Huan's eyes were slightly dark, and the drooping eyelashes covered the look in her eyes.

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Three days later, Jing Huan and his group entered the palace to attend the emperor's birthday.

The birthday was held in Wanshou Palace. When Jing Huan arrived, there were already many people at the banquet.

Jing Huan ignored the undercurrents during the meal and pulled Jun Tan to sit down at the designated position, while Jing's father, Jing's mother and Jing Sheng sat on her right hand position.

The palace maid who was waiting beside him came forward to pour wine and retreated aside. Before he could drink the wine, Jing Huan was targeted.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Huan'er has become more and more beautiful."

Jing Huan lifted up his eyelids and looked at him. He was an old man with gray hair and his late-stage cultivation of Jindan.

Jing Huan didn't know him and didn't plan to speak.

The scene was a bit awkward.

It was still Jing's father who came out to adjust the atmosphere and said lightly: "This is Uncle Yang. He even hugged you when you were full moon."

Jing Huan smiled, and could not find any mistakes in his etiquette and shouted "Uncle Yang".

Yang Zhang stroked Hu Xu and asked with a smile: "Is Huan'er a marriage? When you were full moon, the boy from my family said he wanted to marry you home as a wife, but he still talked about it."

Jing Huan: "..." What the hell is this tone that is exactly the same as that of matchmaker Yang at the entrance of the village?

Jun Tan's pupils shrank violently, his nails became sharper, and his ice-blue pupils added a bit of anger that he didn't even notice.

Jing Huan held Juntan's hand silently, pinched his soft fingertips to soothe his emotions.

(End of this chapter)
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