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Chapter 214 Confirmation of Identity
Zhang Twelve thought about it for a long time, and finally found that it seems that only this excuse can explain his current appearance...

But other people are not so calm when they hear this sentence...

"Tsk tsk..."

This is the contempt from middle-aged women.

"Forehead……"

This is Dalen from Zhang Manwu.

"what--"

This is the surprise from all the servants.

"........."

Silence, this is the deep gaze from Zhang Guogong.

Only the old lady really loved Zhang Twelve, and she felt even more distressed when she heard this: "My poor Yi'er, how much have you suffered? Come and tell grandma!"

Not to mention Zhang Twelve himself, other people were envious when they saw the old lady's attitude: this is selfless love!Not to mention that mean middle-aged woman, in addition to envy, there is also jealousy and hatred...

Zhang Twelve had already thought of a countermeasure before talking about amnesia. After the old lady asked, he took a step back and watched the people in the room talking about it—make it up...

In his memory, all the memories began when he was 14 years old. At that time, he was covered in blood, lying unconscious on the road more than ten miles away from Yushan, and was returned to Liangzhou by a pair of middle-aged men who came to Jingzhou for medical treatment. Couple rescued...

When he woke up, he was already in Liangzhou, and he didn't know anything except his surname Zhang. Because the middle-aged couple had no children, they recognized him as their adopted son and named him Twelve.

But misfortunes never come singly. The illnesses of the adoptive father and adoptive mother did not get better because they went to Jingzhou to seek medical treatment. After a few years, they passed away one after another. Zhang Twelve continued to live in dire straits...

The following story is seamlessly connected with Zhang Twelve's experience after crossing, and everyone who listens to it is amazed. I really can't imagine that a young man who is only a weak crown has so many adventures...

"Hey, everyone will say that, how can it prove that he is really the son of the eldest brother?"

The middle-aged woman's words were approved by some people, and there was no basis for her words. Moreover, Zhang Twelve's appearance has really changed a lot from six years ago, so I have to doubt it...

"Yi'er, come here..."

Zhang Twelve obediently walked forward...

"Give me your hand!"

He didn't know why, but he stretched out his hand anyway.

Then the old lady followed his hand and lifted his sleeve robe, revealing the storage bracelet in his hand.

Seeing this bracelet, the servants didn't have much reaction, but Zhang Guogong, Zhang Manwu and his wife and another middle-aged couple beside them showed different expressions, some were excited, some were disappointed...

"Now, do you still doubt it?"

The old lady looked at the crowd and asked.

The servants may not know it, but other Zhang family members know the origin of this bracelet. It is a family heirloom bracelet originally worn by the old lady. Since Zhang Manrun and his wife gave birth to Zhang Yi, the old lady passed this bracelet on to Zhang Yi. mother.

Six years ago, the corpses of Zhang Manrun and his wife did not have this bracelet on them. The old lady thought it was snatched by the robbers, but she discovered it when Zhang Twelve entered the house and took his hand, so she was so firm This is her grandson...

Zhang Twelve never thought that his precious bracelet still had such a history in this era, and he was a little surprised. At the same time, he couldn't help asking in a panic: "Grandma, this bracelet... you won't take it back?"

This is not a small matter, he would rather not have the status of the grandson of the state, but also keep this bracelet!

"Silly Yier, this is given to you by your mother, and it will be yours from now on, no one can take it away!"

When he said this, he took a special look at the two women.

The woman who was so mean before smiled embarrassingly and said: "Mother, what did you say? I was also worried that we recognized the wrong person! Since he is really Yi'er, I can rest assured..."

"Yes, mother, sister-in-law is right, you should be more cautious about this matter!"

Another woman next to him also echoed.

And the man next to the woman who was younger than Zhang Manwu came over and looked at him and said, "Yi'er, just come back!"

"This is the third master, young master."

The butler reminded again at the right time.

"Uncle Three."

Zhang Mansheng, Zhang Guogong's third son—that is, Zhang Twelve's third uncle, nodded without saying anything, and his expression was not particularly affectionate.

Zhang Twelve didn't care either. There must be a lot of conflicts in the family of this wealthy family. His sudden return would hurt whose interests. Naturally, everyone would not welcome him.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't want to gain much glory from the Zhang family, so let them do as they please!He observed again, besides the two women beside the second and third uncles, there were a few young, relatively well-dressed women standing behind them. They didn't look like maidservants, they were probably concubines...

It seems that any man from a big family will have several concubines. Thinking of this, why is Zhang Twelve inexplicably excited?

…………

The eldest son who had been missing for six years finally returned home, which was a matter of celebration for the Duke of Wei's family.

In the living room, the old lady was pulling Zhang Twelve to talk, when the butler came in and said, "Old lady, Miss Mu is here!"

After hearing this, the old lady's brows and eyes widened, and she said with a smile: "I'm so happy and confused, at a time like this, no matter what, I should inform Xiang Rong first!"

Then he turned around and said to Zhang Twelve: "Your dearest sister Xiang Rong is here, are you happy?"

But seeing Zhang Twelve's bewildered reaction, the old lady realized that he had lost his memory, how could he remember the girl from the Mu family?
But it's okay, since I'm back, I'll remember it slowly...

Following the sound of hurried footsteps from far to near, a young woman in a water-green lotus leaf dress ran over panting and stood in front of Zhang Twelve without saying anything, just staring at him. He looked at Zhang Twelve with burning eyes, and then shed tears.

"Brother Yi!"

After saying this, the woman threw herself directly into Zhang Twelve's arms, and then burst into tears...

"Tears are a little bit, panting slightly. When you are quiet, you are like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and when you are in action, you are like a weak willow supporting the wind."

Seeing this woman for the first time, he felt that the sentence describing Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions" couldn't be more appropriate here.

I don't know why, although I don't have any impression of this woman, why does his heart feel aching?

Zhang Twelve would never have imagined that on the first day he went home to meet his relatives, he was hugged forcibly without knowing anything.

He still feels a little guilty in his heart, he feels sorry for Lu Fujing, sorry for Chen Qiaoxi, sorry... those many women who have mistreated him...

But what can he do?He is also very helpless!

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