Jianling

With two "knock knocks", Meng Xing's heart flew to his throat, and he subconsciously looked sideways at the door.

It was Chu Wanzhen who opened the door and came in.

Chu Wanzhen walked into the room cautiously with a plate of braised duck necks in her hand. When she saw Meng Xing, she smiled brightly: "You're awake!"

Meng Xing ignored the slight disappointment in his heart and nodded at her: "What's the matter?"

"You didn't have dinner, I brought some supper here... I don't know where Chong Xuan has gone, I won't eat dinner, and if I don't come back, I won't even be able to catch up with supper." Chu Wanzhen whispered while handing over the chopsticks Whispering, he deliberately left the heavy chopsticks aside, and said with a smile, "We don't care about him, let's eat first."

Meng Xing took the chopsticks and looked at his favorite braised duck neck, but felt no appetite: "Is there any wine?"

"Ah?" Chu Wanzhen was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "You are injured, so you can't drink, and if Chong Xuan sees it, you will have to take it out on me..."

Meng Xing ruffles his hair irritably, and pinches a piece of duck neck in a state of frustration: "Don't worry, he won't be back."

"...What?" Chu Wanzhen was completely stunned, her mouth that was holding the duck neck loosened, and the whole duck neck fell on the table. Ask, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Meng Xing angrily tore off a piece of meat, and chewed with extra force, as if he was eating the flesh and blood of the little white-eyed wolf.

"It means that he is not coming back. Wouldn't it be nice to have one less mouth to grab food with you?"

Chu Wanzhen couldn't believe his pretendingly relaxed tone, and felt unbelievable for a while. She always felt that Shen Zhongxuan might never be willing to leave Meng Xing in this life. Well behaved, she doesn't mind Zhan Chongxuan will continue to follow her and her Concubine Meng from now on.

——But Zhong Xuan actually left?

That bastard who seemed to be born with such a small mind that he could only pretend to be Meng Xing, who would have nightmares without his master, actually left on his own initiative?

"Did he...did he annoy you?"

Meng Xing put down the chopsticks fiercely, and the wooden chopsticks hit the table with a dull sound.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the clean chopsticks that had been reserved for Shen Chongxuan, picked up a piece of duck neck again, and said, "Didn't you always want to be the only apprentice of the master, why are you unhappy?"

Chu Wanzhen chewed the duck neck in her mouth, feeling like chewing wax, and said sullenly: "... just get used to it. It will be fine in a few days."

Meng Xing didn't speak any more, and didn't expose her lie that "it will be fine in a few days". The two sat opposite each other, but they didn't say a word. Chu Wan really felt that his chest was tight, and he would be out of breath at any time. The room was almost eerily silent, but Meng Xing didn't notice it. He just gnawed on the duck's neck vigorously, venting all his depression and annoyance on the duck's neck.

Chu Wanzhen hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say, but the dark room suddenly lit up—it turned out to be a bolt of lightning, which suddenly illuminated most of Yundu.

Immediately afterwards, thunder came thunderously, staggered through the heavy clouds, and roared from the sky that seemed to be split by a sword.Not long after, the torrential rain came, and the wind was strong. In the stormy night, everything was quiet and noisy.

Chu Wanzhen said: "Master, it's raining."

Meng Xing absent-mindedly replied, Chu Wanzhen sighed softly, and continued: "Don't kick the quilt...I'll watch you sleep."

"What to do, being a teacher is not a disability, the little girl should be more expensive, you go to bed."

Chu Wanzhen couldn't help sighing again, Meng Xing interrupted her and said, "Why are you sighing, why are there so many troubles?" He paused, as if suddenly thinking of something, and asked, "... he brought Do you have an umbrella?"

Chu Wanzhen said: "No, he only brought a sword."

Meng Xing stopped talking.

He doesn't think he did anything wrong, nor does he think that Zhongxuan owes him anything, but he can't make a mistake in Zhongxuan's choice, no matter whether Zhongxuan ran away in anger, or really didn't want to hurt him anymore, their ending today , all appear to be justifiable.

However, the more extenuating the circumstances, the more Meng Xing felt that the wind and rain in the middle of the night were like whips that fell tirelessly on his heart.

It didn't feel very painful at first, but it was dense and long-lasting. When it scraped over a little itchy spot on the apex of the heart, the sourness that seemed to be lost quietly flowed out.

Then his heart softened to a mess, the more he was at a loss, the more heartbroken he was.

Chu Wanzhen finally waited for Meng Xing to fall asleep before daring to leave. Before leaving, she tucked up the quilt for him. She was already so sleepy that her head was swollen, and she couldn't help secretly being dumbfounded by Zhong Xuan's three years of serving him.

Just this night, she felt that the whole person was going to be abolished, but Shen Zhongxuan was able to continue this habit for six years. It can be seen that although this guy is a bastard, his filial piety is indeed a lesson from heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon can show it.

But why on earth was he leaving?

Chu Wanzhen was so sleepy, she didn't want to wash up when she returned to her room, and fell asleep as soon as she fell down.

In the haze, she couldn't help thinking wildly, could it be that the master didn't allow him to be with the person he liked?

In the depths of spring in Yangchuan, there are many shadows of flowers and clusters of flowers.

But under the heaven and the earth, the mountains are a line of dark color, and the river is a piece of green.

Feng Henwan, who was alone, was drinking by the Ma River, his eyes were still covered by the black cloth, and the child who was stopped by him was holding up a few pieces of paper seriously, and read the contents of the paper word by word. listen to him.

"... First class swordsman, He Chen."

The child read the letter completely, and obediently handed it back to him: "Grandpa Feng, who is this Hechen? Is he very good? Why do you claim to be a first-class swordsman?"

Feng Henwan took the letter, folded it hastily, stuffed it back into his sleeve, and said with a sneer, "He's shameless, we won't play with him."

"Oh, then Grandpa Feng, what sword technique are you going to teach me today?"

Feng Henwan rubbed his hair, said with a smile: "Today I will teach you the last trick, called 'Pour Meng Hechen down with a glass of wine'."

The child was dumbfounded for a long time, and asked, "Is Meng Hechen this Hechen? Who is he?"

"Him? He's nobody. He's just an embroidered pillow." Feng Henwan picked up the flowing sword, flicked it with its scabbard, and said, "Okay, I can't see that you made it. Whatever it looks like, you just remember what I taught you these days, it will definitely be useful in the future.”

The child was caught off guard, and hastily followed a few times with a wooden stick. Obviously, he didn't follow correctly. He said in frustration, "Then you don't want to teach new ones?"

"I won't teach anymore, I'm leaving." Feng Henwan brushed a leaf off Xiao Hei's back with his fingers, and left as soon as he said he would. If you want to practice martial arts, study hard."

Feng Henwan had already stayed in Yangchuan for more than half a year, starting from the close relatives of the Shen family, almost every suspected relative was investigated by him without any privacy at all.

However, after three years of hard work, almost nothing has been obtained, only all the relatives of the Shen family have been excluded, and it is certain that it cannot be any of these businessmen.

——But this was the ending that neither he nor Meng Xing wanted to see, which meant that the murder of the Shen family really had something to do with this bloody world.

Just now, Meng Xing's letter was sent from Yundu, thousands of miles away, and it was barely delivered to Yangchuan in half a month. Feng Henwan took another half month to pick it up. Feng Henwan felt very uncomfortable when the beauty suddenly wanted to play with him.

But after hearing it completely, he figured it out. Meng Xing was actually simple-minded, and he couldn't escape those things in his thoughts. Feng Henwan could easily hear the undertones of his polite nonsense:

The little white-eyed wolf surnamed Shen ran away, and I was so angry that I would be a pig if I took care of the Shen family's affairs.Master went to Haizhou to look for Feng Lin to take care of her for the elderly, you can do it yourself.

Feel free to do as you please, anyway, Zhong Xuan is not his apprentice.

I just hope that Meng Xing really went to Feng Lin to take care of him, instead of asking Feng Lin directly for answers.

Feng Henwanxin held the reins of the horse, but he let Xiao Hei walk randomly, all the way spring willows were blowing on his face, he shook a pear tree and snow, he felt that he couldn't hold back and was half dead drunk again.

He hummed an out-of-tune tune, one man and one horse, carrying wine and picking flowers.

Feng Lin suddenly understood Feng Qiong's mood three years ago.

When the gate of the city was wide open, the mood of encountering an evil star unexpectedly was like laughing and crying.

When Meng Xing walked into Fenglou confidently, his expression was as calm and composed as ever, and he said that he happened to be passing by, but in fact he rushed from Yundu to Haizhou in January, going south and north, Feng Lin couldn't help admiring him.

But this time behind him is no longer the young boy from three years ago, but the incomparably noble Princess Shunning. Naturally, Feng Lin didn't dare to neglect her, and she personally led someone to pick him up. Meng Xing was just like that. Shamelessly riding on Princess Shunning's east wind, she meandered into the building. Feng Lin didn't bother to argue with him, so she sent someone to prepare the tea, waited for no one around, and saluted Chu Wanzhen before asking, "I don't know, Your Highness?" When you arrive, the humble house is simple and shabby, and I'm afraid I won't take good care of it..."

Chu Wanzhen has been with Meng Xing for more than three years, and has already learned a hooliganism, but when he is in front of outsiders, he subconsciously puts on airs, raises his hands slightly, his eyebrows are curved, and his natural nobleness is the same as before: "Don't be cramped, just feel free. That's it. The hall will go back to the room first."

Feng Lin personally sent her back to the room, then turned to Meng Xing, raised the corners of her eyes slightly, and motioned for this best friend who couldn't spit ivory to start speaking.

Meng Xing lived up to expectations and cleared his throat: "Pin Dao is here to accompany His Highness on a private visit."

Feng Lin looked at him with a smile: "Oh - really?"

Chu Wan is really not here, Feng Lin is far less human than just now, she simply crossed her legs, and looked at him with great interest: "I don't know you yet? Go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything...but you alone Where did the big apprentice who can do the work of ten people go? Was he really forced to leave by His Highness?"

He tried his best to express some pity in his tone, but his expression was filled with uncontrollable schadenfreude.

Meng Xing tilted his head, with a half-smile, "Lin'er, you are very impolite when you smile."

Feng Lin accepted it as soon as she saw it, patted herself on the face, and squeezed out a polite smile: "Okay, tell me your cute story, and let me have fun. I promise, it won't last long .”

"Fuck you." Meng Xing almost hit him in the face with a whisk, "Then let me ask you, if you want to keep Yan alive, why don't you keep it tighter?"

As Feng Lin said, he didn't have fun for long.

As soon as Meng Xing's words came out, the smile on Feng Lin's face remained the same, but the joy in her eyes had all faded away, and the only thing left was "polite".

Feng Lin collected herself and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

The author has something to say: I accidentally clicked on it and published it directly... If tomorrow's update can be made up tonight, it will be considered as a double update today.