The fainted Meng Zhao was brought back to the Meng family by the entourage who had heard the news.

After being treated by the doctor, Meng Zhao woke up. He had some minor scratches on his back, chest, and arms, but they were not serious and there was nothing serious.

But his two slender and strong legs were disabled.

After that, Meng Zhao could not walk, and he could only live on a wooden wheelchair made by a craftsman.

Mrs. Meng could not accept the fact that her eldest son, who she was proud of in the past, was disabled. She looked for famous doctors to treat Meng Zhao's legs, and dreamed of making him stand up again.

But reality is often cruel. When the doctors left, they all shook their heads and sighed, saying that Meng Zhao's legs were probably incurable, and it was a pity for such a young talent.

Since medicine could not cure Meng Zhao, Mrs. Meng began to find another way. She went to the temple every now and then to pray for Meng Zhao and ask the gods for protection.

A few days ago, when she went to the Xianguan to burn incense and pray for blessings, Mrs. Meng asked the witch to tell Meng Zhao's fortune.

The hexagram showed that it was related to marriage.

The witch matched Meng Zhao's birth date and asked Mrs. Meng to find a girl born in Anyang City who was born in the year of Mao, the month of Mao, the day of Mao, and the hour of Mao to bring good luck to Meng Zhao. After consummating the marriage, the evil spirit on him could be washed away.

The witch also calculated the date. Ten days later was an auspicious day of Mao, and consummating the marriage on that day would be most effective.

A light flashed in Mrs. Meng's dim eyes. She gave the incense money, thanked the witch, and left in a hurry. As soon as she got home, she immediately sent Grandma Wang to find a girl born in the year of Mao, the month of Mao, the day of Mao, and the hour of Mao.

Although she couldn't be sure that the witch's words were 100% effective, Mrs. Meng was willing to try any method that could make her son stand up.

Ever since Meng Zhao's legs became disabled, he began to become depressed and rarely went out. He often locked himself in the house.

Or he often sat by the window, staring at the exotic flowers and trees in the courtyard with his empty eyes, not saying a word, just staring blankly.

The lonely and desolate figure made Mrs. Meng's heart ache.

The young man who used to be so handsome and outstanding could attract countless girls' attention just by standing on the street.

But now he has to be pushed around wherever he goes, like a useless person. No one can accept it.

Three days later, Grandma Wang brought the women born in Anyang City in the year of Mao, the month of Mao, the day of Mao, and the hour of Mao to the Meng Mansion.

Madam Meng's eyes wandered over the three women standing in front of her, and her brows wrinkled.

"Grandma, are these three people all born in the year of Mao, the month of Mao, the day of Mao, and the hour of Mao?"

Grandma Wang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, there are official household registration documents to prove it."

Madam Meng had no choice but to frown and look at the three people in front of her again.

The first one was a three or four-year-old girl with round eyes, innocent and ignorant, maybe she didn't even understand why she was brought to the Meng Mansion.

Madam Meng frowned: "This one is too young to consummate the marriage, let her go home."

Then she looked at the second one, this one was an old lady in her fifties or sixties, with gray hair and wrinkles all over her face, looking older than Madam Meng.

The old lady grinned, revealing a mouthful of sparse front teeth, and said flatteringly: "Madam, I have been married to three husbands, I am experienced, I will definitely serve the eldest son comfortably."

Madam Meng covered her chest, suppressed the nausea in her stomach, and quickly waved her hand and ordered: "Come on, don't take this one, take it away."

The last one left was a tall girl, about 28 years old, with heavy and exaggerated makeup on her face, and her appearance was still pretty, barely pleasing to the eye.

Mrs. Meng asked: "Girl, are you really born in the year of Mao, month, day, and hour of Mao?"

The girl winked, twirled her handkerchief, and said with a shy face, "Yes, madam, I will take good care of the eldest son." Although

he was dressed as a woman, he spoke with a high-pitched male duck voice.

Mrs. Meng was stunned, her whole body turned to stone as if struck by lightning.

Is this a man?

Mrs. Meng stared at the "girl's" neck carefully for a while and found that he did have a raised Adam's apple on his neck.

She said in a low voice, "Grandma, why did you bring back a man?"

Grandma Wang was so frightened that she quickly bowed and apologized, saying in a panic, "Madam, please forgive me. I am old and may have seen things wrong. This man was indeed born in the year of Mao, month of Mao, day of Mao and hour of Mao. He looks like a girl and except for the strange way he speaks, there is nothing else to tell. I saw that he was about the same age as the eldest son and had a handsome appearance. He was more qualified than the previous two, so I brought him back."

Madam Meng rubbed her brows, She was a little worried: "Is it possible that in the whole Anyang City, apart from the three just mentioned, there are no other eligible women born in the year, month, day, and hour of the rabbit?"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Wang hesitated for a moment and added bravely: "When I was about to return home this morning, I found out about another one, but the girl refused to go back with me. When she heard that she wanted to be someone's mistress, she immediately refused. The time you gave me is tight, and I don't have time to deal with her, so I had to bring these three back first."

Author: Please give me beads, even one will do