Jianling

Wen Zhumi had reserved places for the three of them a long time ago, so under the watchful eyes of everyone, people only saw a very handsome man leading two young people who had just matured to go directly to the top floor, and the three of them were all very imposing , at first glance, it is the master who is not easy to provoke.

But Wen Zhumi didn't show up, Wen Meixun also didn't show up, but Jiang Zhi came here from Bai Xiejiao after hard work and poured wine for Meng Xing himself.

Meng Xing didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he looked sideways at Jiang Zhi pouring the wine, and suddenly asked, "How is that dancing girl?"

Jiang Zhi remained calm, filled a glass, and poured another one without stopping: "Miss Ren Meng is doing well."

Zhongxuan reached out to take the wine glass, and smiled at him warmly: "Thank you, I'm sorry."

Jiang Zhi was flattered and blinked at him: "Young master is so polite, this is what slaves should do."

"When will that little swallow come?"

Jiang Zhi shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "How could my slave know about such a thing?"

But before he finished speaking, the door opened in response to the sound, Yan Huansheng was holding the lyre named Jiuxian, and stood by the door with a smile, Meng Xing immediately burst into a bright smile and nodded to him : "Mr. Zhanchun."

Yan Huansheng pretended not to hear his words "Little Swallow" just now, and nodded back: "I've been delayed on the road for a while, don't blame the Daoist."

Meng Xing turned around indiscriminately, blocking the two apprentices beside him: "Mr. Zhanchun has worked hard this way, please sit down quickly."

Yan Huansheng got straight to the point, didn't make any detours with Meng Xing, directly drank the sake in the glass, and said frankly: "I heard that the Taoist leader has been looking for me for three whole years."

Meng Xing lowered his head shyly and timidly: "I'm ashamed, Mr. Zhanchun continues to hide, and the poor can still find him for ten or hundreds of years."

"What's the virtue and the ability of Yan, please keep this in mind." Yan Huansheng handed him a cup, Meng Xing touched him, and both drank it, "Everything you want to know, Yan will tell you today—— In exchange, you should also tell Yan some things."

Meng Xing asked: "Is it related to Lin'er? Pindao already talked about it three years ago."

Yan Huansheng shook his head, his eyes were as clear and clear as a boy's: "Yan wants to know every day and night that Lin'er and Daoist are on the mountain."

Meng Xing frowned and looked at him, as if trying to discern the truth of this sentence, but Shen Zhongxuan was secretly startled. He and Meng Xing knew that the relationship between Yan Huansheng and Feng Lin was unusual, but Yan Huansheng The tone at this time was obviously unwilling to hide it anymore, as if wishing to tell Meng Xing frankly that every day and night between Feng Lin and him, Yan Huansheng wished he could replace it with his own body.

"This is too strict." Meng Xing smiled kindly, "Over the years, the poor have forgotten a lot."

Yan Huansheng plucked the strings of the qin, and a dull sound touched the hearts of several people. He said: "Yan can tell the Taoist priest far more than Feng Lang's whereabouts. Even about the Shen family, Yan also knows a little bit. One or two."

Meng Xing's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he immediately looked up at him. After careful consideration, he pressed Zhong Xuan's hand that was about to move, and said in a low voice: "Then I have to use my brain and remember it."

Yan Huansheng looked at him with a smile: "I am very grateful."

Although it was every day and night, Meng Xing still really remembered most of it, probably because the years on the mountain were too boring, only when Feng Lin was by his side would the mountain look a little cute.

Regardless of whether Feng Lin was sincere or false at the time, he was Meng Xing's only ray of light in the most bewildered time.

"When he came, Master thought he was Feng Lang—because the name in the Feng Family Newspaper was Feng Lang." Meng Xing lowered his head, trying to sort out the glorious years between him and Feng Lin for the first time. , "He loves to laugh, everyone is trying to please the master, but he pleases the poor."

Yan Huansheng asked: "Because he can laugh?"

"...No, he knows a lot." Meng Xing said, the hand that he was holding on to Chong Xuan has been held by Chong Xuan instead, the warm palm is holding his hand, just like that child, silent and firm, "He can sing, tell stories, cook, fish, make wine... Pindao likes him very much."

"Really." Yan Huansheng smiled noncommittally, and said in a low voice, "So is Yan."

Meng Xing regained his composure and continued: "He said that he has deep-seated hatred for the Feng family. He must learn to go home and make the Feng family regret what they have done to him - but this road must be extremely difficult. He may His hands will be covered with blood, and he will bear his life. Therefore, Pindao promised him that Meng Xing will never interfere with him in this life."

"Won't he interfere with you, too?"

Meng Xing closed his eyes for a while, and after a while, shook his head silently: "He didn't promise, and the poor don't need it."

Yan Huan looked at him speculatively, and smiled: "He won't do anything to you. He is affectionate but ruthless, the Taoist priest is really blessed."

Meng Xing didn't respond, just looked at him with a serious face, and said in a low voice, "It's your turn."

Yan Huansheng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refute. He just drank one cup after another. Meng Xing didn't rush him, and sat and drank with him, both of them were silent.

"It's time for Yan."

Yan Huansheng sighed slowly, Hengqin was in front, looking out the window.

"More than 20 years ago, Feng Wuhui's only son-in-law was born, and everyone was overjoyed for his birth, and a few hours before the birth of this son-in-law, another son-in-law was born."

"Feng Wuhui is very kind. He thinks he treats the two children equally. The elder brother of the concubine is Feng Lin, and the younger brother of the concubine is Feng Lang."

"Feng Lin's mother, Cheng Shi, is also Feng Lang's nurse. The two brothers grew up together, so since Feng Lang was sensible, he has sincerely regarded Feng Lin as his biological brother."

Yan Huansheng drooped his eyelashes, he seemed a little shy, but his tone was as cold as ice ridges counting nine cold days, when he said this, he suddenly paused.

"Feng Lang has a good talent in martial arts and a good background. Although some people jokingly call him 'Linlang Twins', everyone ignores his elder brother Feng Lin. Because of Cheng's cowardice, Feng Wuhui's favoritism, and Madam Yuan's suppression, Feng Lin and her mother, Cheng Shi, have been starved and beaten, and the food and drink for the mother and son are all dependent on Feng Lang, and Feng Lin is naturally not even qualified to receive orthodox martial arts."

He closed his eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "Many things Mrs. Yuan has done have made Feng Lin hate Feng Lang to the bone."

Everyone was silent at this moment, and the gurgling sound of water when Jiang Zhi was pouring the wine was like playing, as if he was choking sadly again and again.

They couldn't imagine Feng Lin's situation when she was young. Meng Xing was the son of Prince Gong when he was young, and later he was the only apprentice of Baopuzi. The treasures held in the palm of their hands, except for the heavy Xuan who had suffered some grievances after Meng Yanhan passed away, they had hardly even suffered the slightest bit of neglect.

But in an environment surrounded by tigers and wolves like the Feng family, a weak mother, a helpless child, and the humiliation of relying on another child to survive, just talking about it made Meng Xing feel terrified.

"Feng Lang doesn't know anything about it." Yan Huansheng changed his words up to this point, "No, he knows everything, but he let it go and didn't dare to resist."

"He is the pride of the Feng family, he is the hope of the Feng family. He wore a silver seal when he was young, and followed Feng Wuhui to various vanity fairs. He has seen the top ten in the world and entered the four gates—he even met Emperor Chongde. , as soon as he was born, he stood at the end that many people could not reach in their lifetime."

Yan Huansheng paused, and said with a wry smile: "This is what Feng Lin said."

"Feng Lang and Cheng Shi persuaded Feng Lin to be tolerant, to overcome, and to be magnanimous, but Feng Lang never once suffered the hardships that Cheng Shi accompanied Feng Lin."

"When he was nine years old, Feng Lang fell into the pond in the severe winter, and his martial arts were ruined."

"Ms. Cheng pleaded guilty and was whipped dozens of times by Mrs. Yuan herself, and left within a few days."

Meng Xing interrupted him, his eyes brightened: "Did Feng Lin push you?"

Yan Huansheng didn't avoid the "you", he drank his wine quietly and said softly, "They all think so, and Mrs. Cheng thinks so too."

"It's all wrong."

Yan Huansheng closed his eyes, and recalled painfully: "This was Feng Lang's idea. He jumped down smartly, hoping that Feng Lin would save him, so that Feng Wuhui could notice Feng Lin."

"..." Meng Xing asked, "Feng Lin didn't save him, did she?"

Yan Huansheng nodded: "...After all, all his inferiority complex is because of Feng Lang."

They were born on the same day, but everyone just wished Mr. Feng Lang safe and happy.

They have the same father, but everyone only remembers Feng Wuhui's proud son, Feng Lang.

They came from the same family, but everyone secretly understood that this kind of prosperity has nothing to do with the bastard Feng Lin.

Meng Xing felt ironic, he suddenly realized that Feng Lin's current glory had stolen Feng Lang's life.

Because Feng Lin's current life is actually the same as Feng Lang's childhood.

Yan Huansheng really went on to say: "After Mrs. Cheng passed away, Feng Lin was raised by Mrs. Yuan—he said he was very happy because Feng Lang could be with him more closely."

Meng Xing remained silent.

Yan Huansheng said: "Feng Lang letter."

He believed what his brother who lost his biological mother said, that he would feel happier because he was close to him.

And he clearly knew that his elder brother's hatred for him was as clear as a cluster of ferocious flames in the snow.

Feng Lang decided to deceive himself, believing that his brother's love for him was no less than his enthusiasm for his brother.

"On the day when Baopuzi opened the mountain to accept disciples, Feng Wuhui still sent his son Feng Lang over there. He hoped that Baopuzi could help Feng Lang practice martial arts again."

"But Feng Lin said that he wanted to go."

Yan Huansheng's voice was very low, like a curse from an evil spirit, but Meng Xing could hear it clearly.

"—Feng Lang agreed."

Meng Xing said, "Do you regret it?"

Yan Huansheng pointed at himself with a smile, and asked, "Will the Taoist priest like a friend like Feng Lang?"

"..." Meng Xing thought for a while, "There are too many variables."

Yan Huansheng drank too much wine, his face was stained crimson, he was sleepy, he looked at Meng Xing with a smile, and his voice was as light as a child: "Drunken sword, if Feng Lang can know Feng Lin as you , then everything will be different.”

Meng Xing was noncommittal: "Maybe so."

When Yan Huansheng heard the words, he couldn't help but cover his face and burst out laughing, his voice was like weeping:

"But he always wants Feng Lang to disappear."

"He put a Gu on Feng Lang, it was rumored that Feng Lang disappeared, and erased Feng Lang's childhood memories."

Yan Huansheng said:

"He doesn't want me to die, but he wants Feng Lang to disappear."

"—And Yan, I will obey the Lord's order."