The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

Master Menghou looked sad, and patted his son on the shoulder, feeling more and more distressed. His old face looked a lot haggard, his whole person languid and lacking energy.

The relationship between their father and son has always been good. At this moment, Meng Jifang saw that his father was more sad than his own, and he didn't know what to say...

"Father...Don't worry about my affairs. I don't have the face to worship Mo Chusheng. She looks like a phoenix feather on her body. She is very proud. When you look at me, it is amazing. , I stayed in the same place for a day and a half before, using me as a son..." Meng Jifang quickly filed a complaint.

When Meng Houye heard this, he thought a little.

"Then did she treat you this way before giving you the fortune, or did she do this to you after giving you the fortune?" he asked.

Meng Jifang thought for a while, understood what his father meant, hesitated, but still said, "After that...Before that, although he was a little cold towards me, he didn't even think about calling me. Then suddenly it was like It’s as if I’ve changed myself. For a while, I think I don’t know how to respect my elders, and for a while I think I’m dumb and ignorant..."

"Father, what do you mean..."

"Master Mo is not ordinary, so he can easily figure out your calamity. If you know it, you will be accepted as a disciple in the future? Look at those masters, all of them are happy, anger, and invisible. They are not happy at all. Contaminated with mundane things, it will not be unnecessary for the children of others..." Meng Houye considered.

Meng Jifang thought for a while, as if it was indeed the case.

I have seen a lot of masters in the past few days, but even if those people calculate his fate, they are still very calm on the surface, and they haven't changed at all.

It's like he is like the birds and worms in the forest, nothing special.

"Father, don't you?" Meng Jifang became more anxious.

Is it possible that he really wants to be a Taoist priest?

He also served as an apprentice to Na Mo Chusheng. From then on, he would never be able to raise his head. Not only did he have to go down in a low voice, but he would even kneel down three times and nine bows?

Suddenly, I really didn't want to live anymore.

What's the point of being alive?

He looked ashamed.

Master Meng Hou knows his son and knows what he is thinking now. Seeing him like this, he patiently comforted him: "I see Master Na Mo is not bad, no matter what, he is also Li Shiyan’s great apprentice, this great apprentice. Just like the eldest son of a family, they are all people who can take on important responsibilities. Although you want to worship a teacher who is not Li Shiyan, but if you are a Taoist priest, you can be a little more bookish than others. "

"You are usually greedy for fun, this Master Mo is not a stern person, it is better to follow him than to repair in Taoist temple." Meng Houye said again.

But Meng Jifang couldn't hear anything now.

Unknowingly, he was sent home.

Menghou talked about this matter with his family.

There was another cry. At this moment, Meng Jifang felt as if he was already dead, especially his mother, the tears were falling without money, drop by drop, like wax oil, dripping on him. It hurts a lot.

He expressed his courage and said that he would not learn Dao, but his mother cried even harder.

Yes, I would rather he be a Taoist priest for a lifetime than let him die early and give birth.

The whole person is dumb.

In order to let his son "go" at ease, Lord Meng Hou actually arranged for three days of excitement. All kinds of rare and delicious food in the family were brought to him in turn. Every meal there was a singer to help him, singing and dancing, happy. Very much.

At first he thought it was to make him happy, but when he looked at it, he felt like he was celebrating his **** off...