Mrs. Meng returned home disappointed. Before leaving, she pulled Meng Xun aside and asked in a low voice, "Is Wanwan pregnant?"

Meng Xun shook his head, "Not yet."

Mrs. Meng's face suddenly darkened and she scolded, "Didn't you promise mother that you would have two children in three years? Jing'er is already three years old, and you haven't had two yet. You and Wanwan have to work harder for me and have another child as soon as possible. If this continues, mother will be pissed off to death by Zhao Laosi sooner or later."

In the past three years, Meng Xun and Zhao Wan had sex frequently, but they just didn't get pregnant.

He said helplessly, "Mother, you can't force a child. It depends on the opportunity. It will come naturally when it's time. You just wait a little longer."

He waited and waited, until the flowers withered and no fruit was produced.

Madam Meng sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. What about your eldest brother? Have you found any news?"

Meng Xun shook his head, "Not yet, but Xun'er has already sent more people to look for him. Please wait patiently, mother. I believe there will be some clues soon."

Madam Meng has heard this for no less than ten times. Meng Xun always said that there would be news soon, but he never found anything.

This Meng Zhao is really good at hiding. The Meng family has been looking for him for three years but still can't find him.

Mrs. Meng was in a bad mood today. She was even more upset when she thought of her eldest son who ran away from home. She scolded him angrily, "Your eldest brother is such a rebellious son. He hasn't come home to visit for three years. I let him run away. When I find him, I will break his legs!"

After Meng Zhao broke his legs after falling off a horse, Mrs. Meng was so distressed that she sought medical advice and prayed to gods every day just to heal his legs .

Meng Xun knew that his mother was just talking in anger. How could she bear to break his legs?

But his eldest brother didn't come home for three years. He really went too far. He was urged by his mother so much and was troubled by the matter of having children every day.

So he responded, "Yes, break your legs!"

*

A small town on the southern border thousands of miles away.

"Ha Qiu...Ha Qiu..."

In the Lin family compound, Meng Zhao, who was snipping his daughter's scissors, sneezed several times in succession.

Little Meng Ran raised his hand to touch his father's forehead and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, are you sick?"

Qingying, who was collecting clothes not far away, glanced at him and said coquettishly, "I told you yesterday to cover yourself with a thin blanket when you sleep at night, but you didn't listen. Now you are cold. Stay away from Ran Ran, don't infect her with the cold."

Meng Zhao is a grown man, strong and healthy. It's the dog days of summer, and the weather is very hot, so how can he be cold?

In recent years, he has never been sick once.

He shook his head: "No, I'm in good health."

Meng Zhao felt that someone must be scolding him behind his back. He always felt that something big would happen in the near future.

After Meng Zhao and Qingying got married, they lived in Fushui Town for three years.

In the second year after marriage, Qingying gave birth to a boy and a girl, a dragon and a phoenix twin.

The couple set up a stall on the street to make a living, one selling snacks and the other selling calligraphy and paintings. The family was happy and lived a good life.

Meng Zhao fell in love with this plain and beautiful life. He felt that it was a hundred times happier than being the eldest son of the Meng family. Naturally, he had no plans to go back.

In fact, he was afraid that after he returned, Mrs. Meng would break up him and Qingying and force him to marry someone he didn't like.

He was unwilling to separate from Qingying, and he resisted returning to Anyang in his heart and had been avoiding it.

*

Meng Zhao had a feeling that something big was going to happen recently, and it turned out to be true.

On this day, he was watching the stalls on the street and asked Qingying to go home to cook for the two children.

During this time, he felt that there was an unfriendly gaze staring at him in the dark.

But when he looked up, the street was crowded with people and everything was normal.

Meng Zhao always felt that something was wrong, so he closed the stall early.

When he walked into the alley with the basket on his shoulder, the gaze became stronger.

Meng Zhao glanced back with his peripheral vision, immediately quickened his pace and walked forward.

At the next corner, when the man behind him poked his head out, Meng Zhao picked up the shoulder pole and hit him on the head.

The man was tall and had a solid chassis. He was obviously a martial artist and easily avoided Meng Zhao's attack.

Meng Zhao stood in the middle of the road, coldly looking at the man in front of him, and asked in a sharp voice: "Who are you? Why are you following me secretly?"

The man bowed and saluted, and replied: "I am a warrior hired by the Meng family. I am here on the orders of Madam Meng to invite the eldest son back to the mansion, and also invite the eldest son and his subordinates to return to Anyang City."

Finally, he came.

Meng Zhao's eyes sank, and he asked back: "What if I don't go back?"

"If I don't go back, don't blame me for being rude."

The man raised his palm, made a gesture, and shouted: "Come out, capture the eldest son alive."

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen men in gray-silver clothes like him immediately appeared in the alley.

Meng Zhao scanned the area, and suddenly felt that the situation was not good, so he quietly retreated.

The leading man gave an order: "Go!"

A dozen warriors immediately swarmed up, and Meng Zhao fought and retreated at the same time.

He couldn't fight a protracted battle with these people, it would be too exhausting, and he would be the one who was defeated in the end.

Meng Zhao found the right opportunity, knocked down the three men who were besieging him in front, grabbed a man and threw him back, took the opportunity to jump onto the high wall and ran away.

Meng Zhao was halfway through his run when he suddenly thought of something and immediately changed direction.

He couldn't run home, and didn't want these people to discover the existence of Aoying and the child.

Meng Zhao was very good at Qinggong, and he disappeared in a few jumps and shakes.

The leading warrior looked around, his eyes turned, and he ordered: "Heilin, take ten people to chase the eldest son, and the others follow me."

Since these warriors could find this place, they must have investigated Meng Zhao's background and knew where he was.

At that time, Qingying had just finished cooking, washed her hands, and sat at the table with the children waiting for Meng Zhao to come back for dinner.

The door was opened, and she thought it was Meng Zhao who came back.

When they stood up, they found that dozens of strange men suddenly rushed into the yard.

Aoying protected the children behind her and looked at the men vigilantly: "Who are you? What do you want to do by breaking into a private house?"

The leading man winked and said, "Knock them out and take them away!"

Aoying and the two children were confused and had no idea what was going on. They were just taken away.