Jianling

Meng Xing decided to ignore Xiao Shuhua's numerous crimes from a long time ago, because he also decided to erase everything that Meng Wubei left him, and just be an ordinary person who gets by and lives with the situation.

At the same time, he also guessed very early on that the young man in front of him was by no means as content with the status quo as he was, like the Changli sword he was proud of—the Changli Zhe, Feng Ye, which was in Feng Shenshan's hands. The famous sword that was regarded as a treasure by the Feng family after death, like its current owner, was born to be an existence destined not to be dusted.

He can understand Feng Lin's ambitions, and understand Feng Lin's hatred. He was a little proud when he was silent. Maybe Feng Lin treated him well, and all living beings in this world are not as good as they are.

So he never questioned, and Feng Lin didn't confess.

Meng Xing once thought that this would be good.

Just as he was secretly annoyed about why Zhongxuan wanted to tell the truth, why both parties couldn't make it down the stairs, if Zhongxuan could be as half-covered as Feng Lin, they would be able to carry each other for many years regardless of life or death.

If you have to break the casserole and ask the end of everything, no one will be willing to let anyone go, except that both sides will be hurt, and there will be an ugly ending of failure, and nothing else will be left.

...but muddling along, will it really pass?

Can the whitewashed peace really be able to defeat the endless undercurrents and swords?

Is he really right?Is Chong Xuan's choice really unreasonable?

The smile on Meng Xing's face was still calm, but his hand clenched the cup had already leaked all his emotions.

Feng Lin came to her senses, looked at him, and asked, "Why should I tell you what you don't need to know... Don't think about it anymore, Ah Meng, it's all over."

"...It's in the past?"

Meng Xing asked bitterly, he only felt that Yan Huansheng's eyes were full of the mood when he was drinking with him at this time, and the other party's affectionate eyes were full of sadness visible to the naked eye, and the abnormality of these two brothers made him shiver Whether it was Feng Lin who avenged his kindness, or Feng Lang who led wolves into the house, he didn't know who deserved it, and he didn't know who he could be convicted of. He only knew the mood at that time, the truth surrounded by vicious thorns, Every time he approaches half a step, blood will flow profusely.

And Yan Huansheng, who is the truth itself, tore open those thorns in front of him, together with his own flesh and blood, to show him himself who was already bruised and bruised.

Meng Xing didn't think he was a person who was good at empathy, but he did feel an inexplicable joy after Yan Huan escaped.

That man had already lived in such a miserable and pitiful life that he couldn't even bear the cruelty to draw his sword.

"...Tell me, Ameng." Feng Lin saw that his face was not good, and frowned, "I heard His Highness said that you were injured, what's going on... Could it be Yan Huansheng? "

Meng Xing asked: "Do you still want to call him Yan Huansheng?"

"..." Feng Lin's expression darkened, and her originally caring tone became much more indifferent, "What exactly did he say to you?"

Meng Xing shook his head: "I'm just an outsider, what's the use of him telling me?" He paused, sighed secretly, and said, "So I'm here to ask you, I found Feng Lang, you should tell me too , the truth about the Shen family's murder."

Feng Lin originally saw that there was no heavy Xuan around him, and thought that the two had already had a rift, but when he suddenly heard him mention this matter, she immediately frowned, and said displeasedly: "You still have contact with him?"

"I have a connection with my apprentice, what's wrong?"

Feng Lin gave him a look of hatred: "Where is it bad for you to pick up an apprentice, but the son of Xueguanyin? Do you know how bad Xueguanyin's reputation is?"

Meng Xing didn't take it seriously: "Isn't Xiao Shuhua more stinky?"

"Bah, Xiao Shuhua has a son? Even his apprentice, Meng Xing, can you provoke Xiao Tongbei?" Feng Lin sneered, "Xiao Shuhua's reputation is rotten, but Xiao Tongbei can live up to himself, who dares to show anger towards Xiao Shuhua Sprinkle it on him? Can the blood Guanyin be the same? Xiao Shuhua is dead. If you didn't tell me, even I would think that the blood Guanyin is still somewhere to eat and drink for the elderly. Everyone has no less hatred for her. The so-called father Pay off the debt, your apprentice is incompetent, so he deserves to be blamed."

Meng Xing was immediately unhappy, and frowned like him, saying: "Can father and mother be the same thing? Yuan Yuan's surname is Shen, not Meng. Also, why is Yuan Yuan so useless? He is only 17 years old." , how can he be compared with Xiao Tongbei, a lunatic who takes revenge as his own responsibility."

Feng Lin asked: "Chongqing Xuan's parents are gone, isn't it more miserable than Xiao Tongbei?"

"..." Meng Xing raised his chin, "Hello, Master."

Feng Lin didn't bother arguing with him, so she beat the enemy with one move: "Hi master is good, so why doesn't he follow his master this time?"

Meng Xing had already guessed that he would ask such a question, but he hadn't thought about how to deal with it. Now that he really encountered it, he could only scratch his hair in frustration, and said, "He thinks it's his fault that I got hurt. Damn, don't want to drag me down."

Feng Lin sneered again: "For sure he is a little self-aware. I heard His Highness said that your injury was caused by Cheng Zijian. Except for Blood Guanyin, who else could provoke Cheng Zijian to be so desperate."

"...Why don't you like Yuanyuan?" Meng Xing was a little displeased, "My apprentice can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, it's not a question of whether or not he will drag me down. He is now very powerful, so he decided to go out and practice alone. Nothing unreasonable."

Feng Lin said "oh" pointingly, and asked back: "Then you let him find the enemy alone, why bother me?"

Meng Xing felt even more bored, and said honestly, "I don't worry about enemies that even you are afraid of."

Feng Lin was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said: "I'm not afraid... If you really want to help him avenge, I can also tell you that his enemy has died soon."

"What do you mean?" Meng Xing shuddered, looking up at him, "You want to attack that person?"

Feng Lin shook her head: "It's not me, it's other... people who are more difficult to mess with than him, I can't tolerate him at all."

Meng Xing knew that it was not appropriate to delve into this point, but he still couldn't hold back the urgency in his heart, and asked, "So that person is really powerful? What should Yuan Yuan do if he finds him? He won't be that person's opponent at all, right?"

"Then you just pray that he can't find it." Feng Lin shrugged indifferently. He didn't care about Chong Xuan's life and death. He felt relieved that Chong Xuan could consciously leave Meng Xing, but Meng Xing suddenly got up and gritted his teeth. : "No, I have to find him."

The moment he got up, a sachet rolled out of his sleeve. Feng Lin looked down at the brightly colored sachet on the ground, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's a good affair."

Meng Xing subconsciously picked up the sachet, but his mind was in a trance for a moment.

Even he himself didn't remember how he took the sachet away.

This sachet was named as a gift from Chu Wanzhen, but in fact, all three of them knew that every stitch and thread on it was made by Chong Xuan's hands. It is just a little spice, but it can actually weigh more than a thousand catties.

At that time, what kind of mood did Yuan Yuan embroider this sachet?

Did he know that it would eventually be delivered to him?

...Does he really dare to have such unreasonable thoughts about his master?

Feng Lin looked at him in a daze for a long time, her heart was in a bad mood, she quickly stretched out her hand to give him a hand, teasingly said: "Is this really a gift from your sweetheart?"

"Bullshit." Meng Xing subconsciously swears, and then said, "Don't make such jokes."

Feng Lin was even more surprised: "Hey, you are in a hurry, are you in a hurry? You brazen bastard is also in a hurry?"

"...Shut up, you." Meng Xing pushed him away, "Ask someone to help me find, where is Yuan Yuan, I will chase him right away."

"That won't work, you tell me first, which little lady gave you this sachet."

Meng Xing was annoyed by his quarrel, so he grabbed the fly whisk on the table: "What little lady, it's just a little bit of filial piety from my apprentice. Well, I'll find it myself."

Feng Lin's eyes brightened, she quickly grabbed him, and said happily, "Your apprentice?"

It was too late for Meng Xing to repent. Seeing Feng Lin's excited eyes, and remembering Shen Zhongxuan's appearance as a wronged little daughter-in-law before she left, she couldn't help but think, she really looks like a pissed off lady , It's annoying, but it's actually quite cute.

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Lin asked again: "His Royal Highness has taken a fancy to you? That's great, Ameng, you don't have to suffer from eating and sleeping outside in the future!"

Meng Xing's mind was still full of words and deeds, and he almost couldn't understand Feng Lin's happiness. He was stunned for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a word: "...Huh?"

The thousand-gold cut cloud silk on his body, the fine suet white jade on his waist, and the miraculous Duerdan in his belly, all of which are complaining sadly and angrily about his hardships of eating and sleeping outside all these years.

--too bitter.

Meng Xing thought shamelessly, isn't it, it's too bitter to be favored by the apprentice he raised as his son.

If it weren't for Feng Lin's voice, Meng Xing would have almost forgotten that Chu Wanzhen was the one who showed his heart to him that day--it can't be blamed on him not taking his niece seriously, it can only be blamed on Shen Zhongxuan being more troublesome than Chu Wanzhen As he grows older, he inevitably pays more attention to what's going on with Shen Zhongxuan.

"...You won't be, you want me and Wan Zhen..." Meng Xing felt a chill just thinking about it, not to mention that he himself couldn't accept it. If you want him to call you Emperor Brother or Father Emperor, if you call Father Emperor, I am afraid that Emperor Wu Sheng would have already guessed his details, and he would be dragged out immediately and killed with a stick.

But Feng Lin did have this idea: "You are only a few years older than her, and you are both talented and beautiful. Isn't this a happy thing?"

Meng Xing: "..."

It's not a question of a man's talent and a woman's appearance, but the act of marrying his niece, let alone a man of talent, even jackals can't do it.

Meng Xing waved his hand: "Don't say any more, you misunderstood, Wan Zhen and I are innocent."

Feng Lin frowned, and asked eagerly, "Didn't you say it was your apprentice? How many other apprentices do you have...Your ears are red, it must be His Highness!"

"..." Meng Xing grabbed his ear with one hand. For a moment, he didn't know which of the two apprentices he should protect. Just when he hesitated and dared not speak, Feng Lin had a flash of inspiration. The happy face disappeared in an instant, and he asked him in a cold voice: "...Ameng, is it Shen Chongxuan?"

Meng Xing remained silent.

Feng Lin gritted her teeth in hatred.

"He parted ways with you, and you don't think about food and drink for him." Feng Lin narrowed her eyes slightly, and quietly put her hand on the Changli sword at her waist, and said viciously, "How dare he have such thoughts about his master?—— Ridiculous! How dare he?!"

Meng Xing sighed softly and landed in the silent lobby. Feng Lin's anger and Shen Chongxuan's loneliness before leaving were like overlapping calligraphy and paintings. Even he himself didn't know what to comment on these scrolls, which could only make him full of worries Turning around and kneading into one sigh after another.

Feng Lin looked at him, her eyes were as cold as ice: "...Meng Xing, are you shaken?"

"..." Meng Xing looked at him blankly, "What?"

Feng Lin clenched her teeth and asked each word: "Do you like him?"

Meng Xing sat back on the chair without making a sound.

"...You have to think clearly, he is your apprentice, he is a man!" Feng Lin was so angry that she almost drew her sword at him, "What are you trying to do with him? Money? Your Highness is not a hundred times richer than him? ——You Don't get married, can't I raise you?"

Meng Xing glanced helplessly at his brother who rarely lost his composure, and said calmly, "Don't get excited."

"Meng Xing, you..." Feng Lin wanted to say, if you are reluctant, I will send someone to do him right away, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't lose his composure after all. He still remembered that this kind of thing had to be done in private, You shouldn't tell Meng Xing directly.

Meng Xing sighed sadly, and said softly, "Wan Zhen and Yuan Yuan both have this idea, Lin'er, I can't trust anyone anymore."

Feng Lin: "..." He took a breath, looked at Meng Xing's pitiful face, finally held back his temper, and said in relief: "Don't think too much, it's not your fault."

"Yeah, I'm pretty, I know." Meng Xing said, "So, promise me, Lin'er."

Feng Lin pressed the sword that was ready to move in the scabbard, and said with a fake smile: "You say."

"Don't fall in love with me."

Feng Lin smiled at him and drew out her sword: "...I think you came to Haizhou to seek death."

Meng Xing flicked his fly whisk to stop him, and smiled softly at him with half-raised face: "So don't run to fight and kill because of me, and take care of your stupid brother first. And so what if you can beat Yuan Yuan , can you beat me?"

His eyes were like the end of a long night, dotted with gentle and fragmentary light.

Feng Lin read it as a plea.

Feng Lin withdrew the Changli sword, frowned slightly, and cursed loudly: "You are simply bewitched by that apprentice of yours!"

Meng Xing lowered his head helplessly, unconsciously played with the whisk in his hand, and sighed silently: "...give me some more time, let me think about it."

"What are you thinking?" Feng Lin stared at him, as if looking at an unreasonable lunatic, but he quickly collected his emotions, his eyes were uncertain, and finally looked at Meng Xing silently, "I understand, Ameng. Take care of yourself." think about it."

The author has something to say: Lin Jiang's main task: flattering the emperor and revenge.

Side mission A: My sweet runaway brother-in-law.

Side task B: You are not good, my dear brother.

Side Quest C: Record the first day my brother bends off.

Lin is too difficult, Lin is going to be banned.