The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

With a sad face, Lord Meng patted his son on the shoulder, feeling more and more distressed. His old face looked a lot haggard.

Their father and son have always had a good relationship. At this moment, Meng Jifang saw that his father was sadder than himself, and he didn't know what to say...

"Dad... don't worry about my affairs, I don't have that face to worship Mo Chusheng, she looks like she has phoenix feathers on her body, she is very proud, and when she looks at me, it is amazing , who spent a day and a half in the same place before, using me as a son..." Meng Jifang hurriedly complained.

When Lord Meng heard this, he pondered for a while.

"Then did she treat you like this before she gave you the fortune-telling, or did she treat you like that after the fortune-telling?" he asked.

Meng Jifang thought about it and understood what his father meant in his heart, he hesitated a bit, but still said: "After that... Before that, although he was a little cold to me, he didn't even think about calling me, and then suddenly it was like It's like a different person, sometimes I think I don't know how to respect my elders, and sometimes I think I'm playful and ignorant..."

"Dad, what do you mean..."

"Master Mo's ability is not ordinary. It is easy to calculate your doom. It is uncertain, and he is sure that he will accept you as a disciple in the future. Look at those high-level people, all of them are happy and angry, and they are not happy at all. Contaminated with mundane things, it will not be unnecessary for the children of other people..." Lord Menghou thought about it.

Meng Jifang thought about it, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

I have seen many masters in the past few days, but even if those people figured out his fate, their faces are still very calm, and there is no change in the slightest.

It's like, he is the same as the birds and insects in the forest, nothing special.

"Father, can't you?" Meng Jifang became more and more uneasy.

Could it be that he really wants to be a Taoist priest?

He also made Mo Chusheng his apprentice. From then on, he would never be able to raise his head, not only to keep his voice low, but even to kneel and bow three times?

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

What's the point of being alive?

He looked ashen.

Lord Menghou knew his son and knew what he was thinking now, so he comforted him patiently: "I see that Master Namo 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 shoulder important responsibilities. Although you have to be a teacher who is not Li Shiyan's, but you are a Taoist priest, you can be a little more scholarly than others. "

"You are usually playful, and this Master Mo is not a cautious person. Following him is better than cultivating in a Taoist temple." Lord Meng said again.

But Meng Jifang couldn't hear anything at this moment.

Unconsciously, he was sent home.

Menghou talked about this with the family.

He cried again. At this moment, Meng Jifang felt as if he was already dead, especially his mother. Those tears fell without money, drop by drop, like wax oil, dripping on him. It hurts a lot.

He had the courage to declare that he would not study Taoism, but his mother cried even more.

Yes, I would rather he be a Taoist priest all his life than let him die early and take care of himself.

The whole person is dumbfounded.

In order to let his son "go" with peace of mind, Lord Meng actually arranged for three days of fun. All kinds of rare delicacies from the family were brought to him in turn. At every meal, there was a singer to help him, singing and dancing, cheerfully. very.

At first he thought this was to make him happy, but when he looked at it, he felt like he was congratulating him for getting out...