After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 689

After leaving Yuchenglou, Meng Qianqian couldn't calm down for a long time.

The hostage in Aimulan's hand turned out to be my father. Is my father really not dead?
She had made this guess several days ago, but it was just a wild guess after all. The clues provided by Yucheng Tower today increased the possibility from less than 10% to 50%.

Why only 50%? It’s not that she suspected Yuchenglou was deliberately deceiving her, but that she trusted Aimulan too much.

Everything may just be false information revealed by Aimulan through Yuchenglou.

Just because Loulan suffered such a great loss at their hands, but Aimulan was still able to remain calm, Meng Qianqian had every reason to believe that she had a backup plan.

Shangguan Ling frowned: "How credible are the words of that guy?"

Chen Long said: "It's hard to say."

Lu Yuan curled his lips and said, "Just believe it all."

Chen Long glanced at him in careless agreement: "What if you believe the wrong person and fall into Loulan's trap."

Lu Yuan said nonchalantly, "You can't get a tiger cub without risking it. Besides, how big a trap can a mere Loulan have?"

Chen Long said coldly: "Don't be so arrogant."

Lu Yuan curled his lips and said, "Brother, don't encourage others and destroy your own prestige."

Shangguan Ling agreed: "Yes, Chen Longwei, you used to be the one rushing to the front, but today you are not like yourself."

Meng Qianqian understood Chen Long's concerns. Her mother died at the hands of Aimulan, and the grief and fear she felt in her childhood had long since become an inseparable mass of flesh and blood.

The more he hates, the more he fears.

What he feared was not Aimulan, but the pain of losing his mother.

It just happened that all this was transferred to Aimulan.

Meng Qianqian said: "It's right to be cautious. No one knows what Ai Mulan is up to."

Lu Yuan didn't try to ruin his wife's plan.

"Daddy!"

Tan'er was startled and suddenly woke up from her sleep.

She raised her head and looked around in confusion, then realized belatedly that she was in Chen Long's yard, and it seemed that her mission tonight was to wait for Yuchenglou to come and do a deal with them.

"How did he fall asleep? Where is the guy from Yucheng Tower? It's the middle of the night, why hasn't he come yet?"

she asked dazedly.

Shangguan Ling sighed: "Everyone has left!"

Tan Er woke up from his nap, slapped the table, and stood up angrily: "He left?"

Meng Qianqian curled the corners of her lips and pulled her to sit down: "Just left."

She touched her head and said, "What did you dream about just now? I heard you calling me daddy."

Tan Er looked up and recalled the past carefully, forcing the fragments of the dream that were about to dissipate from her mind to piece together: "I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that I had a father!"

Shangguan Ling's mouth twitched: "What are you talking about? Of course you have a father, otherwise you jumped out of a crack in a rock?"

Tan Er put her hands on her hips: "I don't have a father! I only have a mother!"

Shangguan Ling hesitated to speak.

He shouldn't have said that just now. The little girl has no father, and what he said was like rubbing salt into her wounds.

He said nothing again.

Instead, Meng Qianqian spoke softly: "Tan'er, do you want to have a father?"

Tan Er muttered, "That depends on my mother. If she wants, she can find me ten or eight fathers, and I won't mind!"

Shangguan Ling spat out a mouthful of tea.

Meng Lang, who was sitting on the tree trunk, was almost choked to death by the peach flesh.

"that is……"

Tan Er thought of the sad things and said, "I don't know how to get this opportunity."

Meng Qianqian touched her cheek and asked Chen Long, "Brother, how long will it take to get to Loulan?"

Chen Long thought for a moment and said, "It will take more than 20 days even if we rush at full speed."

Meng Qianqian pondered and said, "Ayimulan only has one month to go. It's too late to send someone to Loulan to pick up the hostages. So there is only one possibility left."

Chen Long suddenly realized: "Send a letter via carrier pigeon."

Meng Qianqian whistled.

The falcon circled down, carrying the pressure of the sky overlord, and landed majestically on Meng Qianqian's wrist wearing a silver glove. Meng Qianqian took out the wind chime that Yu Chenglou gave her, tied it to the falcon's claws, and waved her arm.

The falcon raised its head, let out a majestic eagle cry, and flapped its wings to fly into the sky!
Daddy, are you really still alive?
If all this is true——

Xiaojiu...will definitely find you! -
Tan'er continued muttering to herself until she returned to the main courtyard.

"Why is it so strange?"

"What's so strange?"

Banxia yawned.

She didn't have to be on duty tonight, but after she slept for a while, she saw that the young lady and the son-in-law had not returned yet, so she wanted to go over with a lantern to ask them if they were hungry and whether they wanted the kitchen to make some midnight snacks.

I almost bumped into Tan'er who was scratching her head and talking to herself.

"Banxia, ​​I dreamed about my father."

Tan Er said.

"What did you dream about your father?"

Banxia asked curiously.

She seldom heard Tan'er mention her own life experience, but after all, they had been together for such a long time and traveled so much together.

She knew that Tan'er was raised by her mother.

As for Tan'er's father, it seems that he passed away a long time ago.

Tan Er tilted her head, trying to recall the scenes in her dream: "I dreamed of him... I dreamed of him... He was smiling at me... He was smiling like a fool..."

Banxia: “…”

What is this nonsense?

Is there anyone who says this about his own father?

Banxia hesitated for a while, and finally decided to ask: "Tan'er, didn't you say you don't have a father?"

Tan Er said bitterly, "That's why it's strange! I don't have a father, so why would I dream about him?"

"Maybe... you envy others for having a father, and you want one too?"

Banxia continued, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is a very good father."

She was referring to the Crown Prince of Liang, Lu Zhaoyan.

"Do you miss His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Do you want him to be your father? Anyway, the young lady treats you as her own sister, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats you as his own child."

Banxia felt that her guess was not unreasonable.

Tan Er must be missing the prince.

Who wouldn’t want such a good father?
"Is that so?"

Tan'er was skeptical.

"definitely is!"

Banxia was extremely confident.

"But, but he doesn't look like the prince at all..."

Tan'er couldn't tell what was different, but the father in her dream seemed more muscular and seemed to be very good at martial arts.

"Forget it. I don't want to do it anymore. I'm tired!"

She waved her hand, went into her room, and fell headfirst onto the bed.

After just one breath, even breathing sounds were emitted.

Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan stood in the moonlight, looking at Tan'er's door being closed by Banxia.

"What do you think?"

she asked.

Lu Yuan analyzed more rigorously: "The possibility that Daddy is still alive has increased by another 10%."

"Then, 60% done."

Meng Qianqian suppressed the emotions surging in her heart.

If Tan'er was not dreaming out of thin air, but a flashback of a memory hidden deep in her consciousness, then the man called Daddy might have survived that catastrophe.

He also fled to Liuli Island and met the Saint Lady Xiye.

(End of this chapter)