The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 660: Same Cricket

Then the possibility that she had thought about whether she and Meng Shisi had some connection became impossible.

"Yes." After Ma Lao finished answering, he thought of Meng Shisan's initial question that he had not answered, so he could answer it now. "As for the old scar on the center of the young lady's left hand, the young lady left it there on purpose. She said that she had suffered a loss once, and she had to keep it to remind herself at all times."

"What loss?" Meng Shisan asked.

Mr. Ma didn’t know: “I asked, but the lady didn’t say.”

Meng Shisan asked again: "If we don't consider the life span of the mortal Meng Ying, but the life span of your lady who is actually a demon, how long has she lived?"

"If the young lady were still alive, she would be 500 years old. When she died... she was less than 400 years old." Old Ma said with great regret, "If I had known that the young lady would suffer such a great disaster after becoming Miss Meng Ying, I would have stopped her at all costs!"

Meng Shisan thought of a question: "Meng Shisi became Meng Ying, and Meng Shisi was originally a demon, and a demon that had transformed, that is, it had a body. Then Meng Shisi's demon soul entered Meng Ying's body, but where did Meng Shisi's demon body go?"

Ma Laodao said: "I have been guarding her all the time. Until the young lady died, her soul was extinguished, and her mortal body gradually turned into bones. The young lady's demon soul entered her body. Although she has been able to keep her demon body indestructible, her demon soul is extinguished and can no longer live."

"You mean, the painting I painted is the real body of Meng Shisi?" Meng Shisan originally thought that the mortal Meng Ying looked exactly like her, but now it seems that she was wrong.

The person who looks exactly like her is actually Meng Shisi.

"Yes." Ma Lao nodded, "Otherwise, it would be impossible for the body to remain intact after a hundred years."

Meng Shisan paused, and thought of a crucial point: "What kind of monster is Meng Shisi?"

"The young lady's true form is the same as that of ancestor Hongjun, both are crickets." When asked by Meng Shisan, Mr. Ma brought up the ancestor Hongjun who was always on Meng Shisi's lips when he was still alive.

Meng Shisan could no longer sit still. She stood up suddenly, looking dazed.

They look the same, and their names are similar to the order of brothers and sisters in an ordinary family. She is thirteen and she is fourteen...and their true forms are still crickets?

The only difference is that she is a big demon, while she is just a small demon who died before she was four hundred years old.

Reason told Meng Shisan that Meng Shisi was not her close relative, but the facts were there, right in front of her, and what came to her mind made her unable to help but imagine.

Ma Lao stood up for the third time, but this time he stood up because he saw that Meng Shisan was in a bad mood. He asked, "Miss Meng, why did you react so strongly? What did you think of?"

"I..." Meng Shisan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stopped talking and asked, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

Ma Lao first repeated Guichu's question about the Ten-Step Mound Spell, and then asked the second question: "The 'Thirteen' that Mr. Cui Qi mentioned just now, and the 'Thirteenth Aunt' you mentioned, who is this?"

Meng Shisan exclaimed, "Do you think it's a coincidence too? Thirteen or fourteen, I think it's a coincidence too."

"That's exactly what I mean." Mr. Ma admitted.

Meng Shisan replied, "My 13th aunt is Mr. Cui Qi's sweetheart, but my 13th aunt has never taken Mr. Cui Qi seriously. So in the past 20 years when my 13th aunt was not in the capital, Mr. Cui Qi spent all his time looking for my 13th aunt. Unfortunately, if my 13th aunt does not show up on her own initiative, Mr. Cui Qi will never see her again in his life."

After Mr. Ma had a general understanding, he asked, "When I came here, I heard him mention that Miss Meng Shisan looks exactly like my young lady. Is this true?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the painting spread out on the table.

Meng Shisan looked over and his sight also fell on the painting she had drawn: "Real." When Ma Lao heard that what Cui Yu said was true, he looked at the master in the painting in a daze: "It's exactly the same, then..."

"No." Meng Shisan knew what Mr. Ma was thinking of. It was exactly what she had thought before. Now that Mr. Ma wanted to ask, she didn't even need to wait for him to ask and directly denied it.

"You haven't heard me yet..."

"I know what you want to say, but my Thirteenth Aunt has no close relatives."

Ma Lao murmured, "No close relatives? Are you sure?"

"Sure." She was sure about Meng Shisan's own affairs.

At least... for now.

Although she was not completely sure in her heart, she was still 99% certain. Before she found that slight possibility, she didn't think her certainty could be wrong.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ma was stunned and disappointed. He stood in front of the table, staring at Meng Shisi's portrait without saying a word.

Meng Shisan stood for a while, then she fell back into her chair without greeting Mr. Ma. Everyone who came was a guest, she was a guest, and he was also a guest, so there was no need for her to greet him.

After sitting for a while, she answered his original question: "I was able to enter within ten steps of the tomb. I don't know why. I walked in at that time and walked in without feeling anything. It was later that the maid next to me could not walk in and was blocked ten steps away. Then we realized that there was a magic spell set up around the tomb to protect the tomb."

Ma Lao looked at Meng Shisan: "What about the Crown Prince?"

"Same." Meng Shisan replied, "I don't know, and your highness doesn't know either."

About half an hour later, Meng Shisan and Ma Lao finished their talk, walked out of the house and went downstairs.

Arriving on the first floor, Li Zhaoqin, Jiang Ziyao, Ji Ling and Ji Zhi sat around a table, right in the middle of the railing, watching the fishing going on in full swing with great interest.

When Cui Yu arrived on the first floor, he consciously walked to the small room on the side and sat alone on the windowsill overlooking the water, looking out. His eyes were empty and he was not fishing.

Xiang Lin was guarding the stairs on the first floor. When Meng Shisan and Ma Lao came downstairs, he saw them immediately: "They are coming downstairs...Seventh Master!"

His loud shout not only called Cui Yu out of the small room, but also made Li Zhaoqin and the other three turn around and look towards the stairs.

Cui Yu strode out of the room and trotted quickly to the stairs.

Li Zhaoqin and the other three were not slow either, especially Jiang Ziyao, who even reached the stairs one step earlier than Cui Yu.

"Sister Yao! Have you guys reached an agreement?" Jiang Ziyao climbed one or two steps, took Meng Shisan's arm, and asked.

Cui Yu was a step slower. What he wanted to ask was more complicated and deeper than what Jiang Ziyao asked. It was not convenient for him to ask Meng Shisan in detail, so he had to hold back for the time being.

"Yeah." Meng Shisan responded to Jiang Ziyao, his eyes passed over Cui Yu, and he greeted Li Zhaoqin and others with a smile, "The fishing has started. I wasted a lot of time. We can see it clearly from this floor. Let's take a seat and watch the fishing."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Zhaoqin knew that Meng Shisan did not want to mention the content of the conversation.