A tyrant develops a daily life

Chapter 145 False
The wind and snow fluttered, and the house burned with red bamboo charcoal was as warm as spring.

Gu Qingluan wore a delicate and elegant purple dress, slender and well-fitting, her black hair was slanted into a single bun, and was fixed with a hollowed-out golden hairpin. She didn't wear makeup, but she still had a greasy face and a fairy-like appearance. .

Her eyes are calm and her manner is elegant. It is hard to imagine that she was still sleeping soundly under the warm quilt fifteen minutes ago.It seems that from her, there will never be a trace of embarrassment.

On her left sat Murong Feng, and across from her was the young woman who claimed to be Gu Qingluan.

The woman looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than her current body, and her facial features were beautiful, but not all of them were beautiful.Beauty is more than just a face. Temperament, self-cultivation, and manners all reveal a person's identity and class.

Gu Qingluan took a sip of tea indifferently: "You woke me up in the middle of the night just to show me your unattractive face?"

The woman frowned, glanced at Murong Feng beside her, and said to Gu Qingluan, "I think you should be your own."

Gu Qingluan said calmly: "I know mine, but I don't know yours, but it doesn't matter much. Who are you, I am not interested at all."

"Brother Feng." The woman looked at Murong Feng aggrievedly.

Murong Feng pressed his forehead: "What's going on?"

The woman glared at the princess: "Ask her."

Gu Qingluan snorted amusedly.

The woman said: "Brother Feng, she is not Gu Qingluan at all! She is a fake! I am!"

Murong Feng looked at Gu Qingluan blankly: "She...is Qingluan, I don't know you."

The woman's eyes were reddened with sadness, she grabbed Murong Feng's hand and said: "You might not believe it if you tell me, if this kind of thing hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it myself..."

Murong Feng withdrew his hand, looking at her strangely and surprised.

She said: "Back when I was abducted into the capital and sold into a brothel, Mother Chun asked me to pick up customers, but I refused life and death. Mother Chun let me be beaten and refused to give me food. She said when did I figure it out? , as soon as I walked out of the woodshed. I was seriously ill, and when I woke up, I found that I was no longer the Gu Qingluan I used to be, but the daughter of a rich family in Yancheng... I went to Murong's house and found out after inquiring. Both you and Jinger came to Beijing looking for me, and you found me. My reaction at the time was, who is pretending to be me? Until just now, when I saw this face that I have had for nearly 20 years, I realized the same It didn’t just happen to me, it happened to another person.”

Speaking of this, tears welled up in her eyes.

Extreme shock flashed across Murong Feng's eyes: "This...how...is this possible?"

"How is it impossible, Brother Feng?" She grabbed Murong Feng's hand again.

Gu Qingluan's eyes fell on her hands, and there was a trace of coldness, but she didn't say anything to separate the two. She never bothered to say those words.

Murong Feng said: "Girl, please respect yourself."

The woman pulled back her hand in embarrassment: "Brother Feng, you still don't believe me, right? As I said, if this kind of thing hadn't been experienced by myself, it would be unbelievable anyway. But Brother Feng, if you think about it carefully, Isn't she without flaws! Her character, habits, words and deeds are different, can't you feel it?"

"Qingluan lost her memory." Murong Feng explained.

The woman choked up and said, "If you lose your memory, will you change all your habits, including your accent? She speaks in an authentic Beijing accent. For a person who has lived in Yancheng for 20 years, is this change too fast? Brother Feng Ask her if she can speak Yancheng dialect?"

Gu Qingluan hated crying people the most, put down the cold teacup, and said calmly: "Go to his room to reminisce about the past, don't stay in my room, it's very annoying. Whether you seduce him, impress him, or convince him to believe you, it's up to you It's your business, don't drag me into it."

The woman obviously didn't expect that Gu Qingluan would throw her such a call, and after a long while, she came back to her senses and said: "This matter happened because of you, how could you be so irresponsible and push everything to me? "

"what do you want to do?"

"Tell Brother Feng, who are you?"

"I'm Gu Qingluan."

The woman paused word by word: "It's not Gu Qingluan from Yancheng."

Gu Qingluan took a deep look at the woman: "Murong Feng, if you don't invite people out, I will be rude."

Murong Feng hurriedly said to the woman: "Girl, you should go out first."

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Brother Feng, I know it will be difficult for you to accept it for a while, but I am confident that you will be able to understand that I am the real Gu Qingluan. I, from beginning to end, I remember everything clearly, and Jing Er, I also remember everything."

Murong Feng's eyes trembled involuntarily.

"It's getting late, Brother Feng, go back to your room to rest first, and I'll chat with you tomorrow."

Murong Feng looked at Gu Qingluan, Gu Qingluan shook his fan and said, "You go back to the house first."

Murong Feng glanced at the two with complicated expressions, got up and left the room.

"Now, there is no one else, can you admit your identity?"

"You've already found out where Murong Feng lives, haven't you guessed my identity?"

The woman's eyelashes trembled: "If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

Gu Qingluan sneered.

The woman said in disbelief: "You took my identity away, and you still give me such a face with peace of mind. Where did you get the confidence? This room should be mine, that man is mine, and Jing'er is mine too." , we were raised together..."

"Finished?"

"Don't you admit it? You thief!"

"If I'm a thief, then what are you?" Gu Qingluan didn't bother to talk to her anymore, turned around and went to bed.

"You...you..." The woman trembled with anger, how could there be such a brazen woman in the world? !It can drive people to death!

The next day, Lin Miaomiao was practicing calligraphy in the house, and Qiuyue reported that the son had come.

The little tyrant is here?how come?I wrote a note to him last night, and he was busy serving soup and medicine to the false emperor, and the sky was bright and bright, so he was even less free.

It wasn't until the man entered the room that Lin Miaomiao understood what was going on.

"Little monk, why are you here?"

Murong Jing frowned, and said bitterly: "The back house is on fire, and I have two mothers."

Lin Miaomiao blinked: "What do you mean by two mothers?" Haven't your adoptive mother and biological mother become one person now?

"I just found out this morning too..." Murong Jing told Lin Miaomiao about the new arrival of Gu Qingluan, Lin Miaomiao was dumbfounded, this world is too crazy, this kind of thing can happen too!

Lin Miaomiao was worried that the princess would be overwhelmed, so she immediately packed her things and went to Sishui Hutong with the little monk.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the other adoptive mother that Murong Jing was talking about, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a good appearance and exquisite figure, standing in the courtyard to dry the clothes of father and son.

Lin Miaomiao whispered: "It seems to be quite virtuous." The princess's ten fingers are not in the sun, so don't expect her to do housework, "Was your adoptive mother also so virtuous before?"

Murong Jing nodded.

Lin Miaomiao asked: "If she is your real adoptive mother, who do you like more?"

Murong Jing lowered her head and dared not speak.

Lin Miaomiao bumped him with her elbow: "Speak."

Murong Jing whispered in her ear: "I prefer the fake one."

Fake, it is the current princess!Ha, it really is a mother-child bond!Lin Miaomiao smiled happily, and asked again: "Where is your father? Who does he like more?"

Murong Jing shook her head: "I don't know, but last night, he seemed to have sex with the fake Qingluan."

Lin Miaomiao was dumbfounded: "What? They... consummated the house?"

This was too sudden, but after thinking about it, it wasn't too sudden.She can't take the previous situation and compare it with the current one. After all, she has been away for several months. During these few months, the two have been living under the same roof, facing each other day and night, and there are some signs of it, but she doesn't know it.

Now that there is the reality of husband and wife, it means that the princess is determined to start a new life, but at this juncture, the righteous master has returned.If Murong Feng chose the right master, wouldn't the concubine die pitifully?
The woman found Lin Miaomiao and Murong Jing, smiled and nodded towards them: "Jing'er, this is..."

Lin Miaomiao smiled awkwardly: "I'm Lin Miaomiao."

"Ah, it's Miss Lin. Jing'er mentioned you early in the morning. Come in and sit down." She warmly greeted Lin Miaomiao, acting like a hostess.

Lin Miaomiao felt uncomfortable. She has been here for a long time, no matter how much she reminds herself that she should stand in King Jing's team, but maybe even she doesn't know it, she already regards the princess as the mistress of this yard, The arrival of the so-called original owner gave her the feeling that it was not about finding her own things, but more about doves occupying the magpie's nest.

She didn't understand why she felt this way she shouldn't have.

She smiled politely and entered Gu Qingluan's room.

Gu Qingluan knelt on the mat and practiced calligraphy, without raising his eyelids, he said: "Jing'er, go and review the homework I taught yesterday, and I will check it later."

For Murong Jing's homework, she never failed.

Murong Jing obediently returned to the room.

Lin Miaomiao closed the door, knelt down beside her and asked, "What's going on? I still can't believe it."

"That's it, what's all the fuss about?" Gu Qingluan picked up a pen and wrote a big static word.

Lin Miaomiao looked at her writing and knew that she was not in a calm mood: "Does Mr. Murong believe that she is the original owner?"

"Yeah." Gu Qingluan said casually.

Lin Miaomiao asked distressedly: "Then what should you do? You and Mr. Murong are already husband and wife. If he refuses to marry you, don't you..." At this point, she felt sorry for the princess.

Gu Qingluan glanced at her, and smiled lightly: "What's so sad? What's yours is always yours, not yours, and it's useless to force it."

Lin Miaomiao seemed to understand but half understood: "Do you like Mr. Murong?"

Gu Qingluan dipped the tip of his pen into the ink: "I like this kind of life, and I think it's not bad to go on like this for the rest of my life. When I grow old, you won't be around anymore, and I can still have someone to talk to with me..." After a pause, "If not, it's nothing, I can live by myself."

She spoke calmly, but Lin Miaomiao's heart ached to death. How badly did she have to be hurt to see it so clearly?

"Would you be sad if he left with that woman?" Lin Miaomiao asked.

"Yeah." Gu Qingluan nodded, "But I won't be sad for too long."

(End of this chapter)