I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The three of them were stunned for a long time before Mei Boyang asked in disbelief, "Who are you talking about? Ying'er?"

"Yes! Everyone is at the door!" The waiter replied affirmatively again.

Mei Boyang was no longer in the mood to pay attention to Emperor Jingde and You Zhenzhen, turned around and rushed out.

You Zhenzhen barely came back to her senses. She looked at the dagger in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face.

She stepped forward and shook Emperor Jingde, "Your Majesty, did you hear that? It's Ying'er! It's Ying'er who's back!"

Emperor Jingde whined, the more he whined, the more excited he became.

You Zhenzhen cried with joy, "Your Majesty, just wait, I'll go take a look!"

After saying that, she threw the dagger and rushed out. Poor Emperor Jingde was still lying on the ground, howling, wanting to see if his son was really back.

You Zhenzhen just walked to the palace gate, but was stopped again, "Queen, there is an order from above, you cannot go out!"

You Zhenzhen's face immediately fell. It was like this on weekdays. She was used to it and rarely walked to the palace gate, but today was different. She snorted and straightened her back, "You'd better remember what you just said! Don’t come back to beg for mercy another day!”

Guard: "..."

Meng Xi and Meng Jing happened to run over like crazy, and Meng Xi slammed into You Zhenzhen's arms, "Mother, why are you here today?"

Meng Jing was out of breath as he chased after him, almost crying, "Uncle Emperor! Wait for me! Wait for me..."

You Zhenzhen had something on her mind, so she pushed Meng Xi out without realizing it, then stepped forward and hugged Meng Jing, "Jing'er! Jing'er! Come on... your father is back!"

Meng Xi felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Meng Jing has not come back to his senses yet, immersed in the sadness of being bullied by the little emperor's uncle, "Emperor's grandmother, the emperor's uncle... what father, my father?"

You Zhenzhen nodded vigorously, "Yeah, yeah! Your father, your father!"

She whispered something in Meng Jing's ear. Meng Jing nodded quickly, got off You Zhenzhen's arms, and took Meng Xi's hand, "Little Emperor, my father is back!"

Father is an unfamiliar identity to Meng Jing, and he is just curious at best.

The two of them held hands and walked out of the palace gate arrogantly. You Zhenzhen quickly followed, trying to get through.

After the two children passed by, You Zhenzhen was stopped again, "Empress, please don't make things difficult for us errands."

Meng Jing was not happy when he heard this. He put his hands on his hips and stamped his feet, and said in a dignified manner, "I want Grandma Huang to take me out to play. Let me see who of you dares to stop her!"

"Yes! Now that Prince Ning is back, things will change in Shangbeicheng!" You Zhenzhen said.

The guards were still a little scared, but Meng Jing was crying and fussing and vowed not to give up.

The guards were also difficult to deal with. The queen was not afraid, but the young prince really couldn't afford to offend him.

People were often dragged out and beheaded because they made Meng Jing unhappy, and it was completely unreasonable.

The guard would rather be beheaded for making a real mistake than to be beheaded for a child crying unreasonably.

Besides, with Prince Ning back, things may really change!

A few people just wandered out.

Meng Ying saw Mei Boyang leading several people from a distance.

The distance from the inner palace to the door was far or near. They didn't even have time to lead the horses, so they came at a trot.

Mei Boyang saw the man slumped on the chair from a distance and felt in a trance.

Is that his nephew?

How can you be so thin?

Mei Boyang's eyes gradually turned red, and he stepped forward to hug Meng Ying. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Uncle..." Meng Ying choked up.

"Just live! Just live!" Mei Boyang patted his shoulder fiercely and gritted his teeth, "Uncle thought you were dead. My uncle swore to his ancestors every night that he would kill everyone who harmed you. !”

Meng Ying raised the corners of her lips slightly, "My uncle has intentions, but Meng Ying can't repay him."

"Oh, who wants you to repay me!" Mei Boyang roughly wiped away a little tear from the corner of his eyes, "As long as you are alive, it is better than anything else!"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Mei Boyang checked Meng Ying's body over and over again. The more he looked at it, the more itchy his teeth became. "Damn it, who did this? I'm going to skin them!"

Meng Ying chuckled lightly, with an ice that was hard to dispel, "They are all dead..."

I can't even find anyone to take revenge.

"Uncle, take me to meet my grandfather, my father, and...my son."

Just as he was talking, a childish voice came, "Father...Father?"

Meng Ying raised her head suddenly and saw a chubby child with rosy cheeks looking at him blankly.

His pupils were like crystal clear amber, bright and clear.

Different from his own black pupils, they look like hers!

At first, Meng Ying only knew that they had a child, but had no real sense of it, but now she saw such a living little person standing in front of her.

Only then did he truly feel that the connection between his life and hers was the power of blood.

Meng Ying's suffocating inner lake suddenly set off huge waves. This intense surge made him forget to breathe.

He spoke, his lips trembling slightly, "Jing'er... come..."

He waved to Meng Jing. Meng Jing didn't know what movements or expressions to make. They all said it was his father, his father, but at this moment, Meng Ying was just a stranger to him.

Meng Jing glanced at You Zhenzhen. You Zhenzhen was in tears and pushed his back gently. Then he stepped forward nervously, curious and uneasy, and said at a loss, "You... are my father. ?"

Meng Ying wanted to stand up to greet him and hug him, but her feet were numb and she fell to the ground as if she had stepped on cotton.

In an instant, I felt helpless, self-blame, and guilty, along with a strong sense of inferiority.

Meng Ying felt like a failure. He couldn't even hold the child tightly, throw it up high, and catch it steadily.

Shuangyun and Mei Boyang both wanted to help him up, but Meng Ying struggled and pushed him away. How cowardly and embarrassing he was!

Meng Jing was still a little anxious. He looked back at Meng Xi and You Zhenzhen. You Zhenzhen raised her hand and said, "Go!"

Meng Jing stepped forward and squatted in front of Meng Ying, "Father..."

Meng Ying knelt on the ground and couldn't say a word for a long time. He slowly raised his hand and gently held Meng Jing's face. His voice was raw and hoarse, "Yes, I am your father..."

Meng Jing didn't know why, he couldn't express many tremors clearly, so he just started crying.

Meng Ying hugged him and held him tightly in her arms, so tight that Meng Jing could hardly breathe.

Meng Ying buried her head on his shoulder and cried silently.

If they were just a normal couple, then he would accompany her to give birth, accompany the child to grow up, and watch him learn to stand, eat, and speak.

But he couldn't do either.

He didn't know if she endured all kinds of pain before giving birth to the child, nor did he know how she fed him up bit by bit, nor did he know how they were separated.

She must have suffered a lot and suffered a lot.

He had missed so much in their lives that it would be difficult to make up for it in his entire life.

"Jinger...my Jinger..." Meng Ying murmured.

Meng Ying hugged Meng Jing almost crazily, as if she wanted to express and pour out all the love she had not been able to give him over the years.

But the child didn't understand, he didn't understand his father's guilt, he just thought he was a very strange person.