Jianling

When Meng Xing took off his coat, the wetness on the back was already half dry, and Shen Shenxuan followed him step by step. Even when he went out to ask Xiao Er to burn a bucket of hot water, Shen Zhongxuan did not dare to slack off and followed him.

A period of warm sunlight streamed in from the window sills and splashed on Shen Zhongxuan's pale side face. Meng Xing looked at him with folded arms, and the two fell silent together.

It wasn't until Xiao Er moved into the hot water and closed the door for them graciously that Meng Xing raised his chin and said, "You should wash first."

Zhong Xuan didn't move, Meng Xing sighed and reached out to pull him, but Zhong Xuan instinctively avoided him.

That period of sunlight was so dazzling and hot, but it only lingered on his cheeks, clearly illuminating the dry tears, and none of them slipped into his eyes.

There was nothing in those eyes, neither wind nor rain, nor sorrow nor joy.

Meng Xing pinched the bridge of his nose, quietly covered the furrows between his brows, and asked, "Are your eyes uncomfortable? I'll take a nap after washing... Shall I go out first?"

Zhong Xuan remained silent and did not move. Meng Xing stood by the door and watched him for a while, suspecting that the bucket of hot water would be wasted.

"Yuan Yuan, you haven't spoken for two hours." Meng Xing brushed his temples helplessly, and walked forward, "Talk to me, eh? Can you give me a reassurance?"

Heavy Xuan's eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple moved accordingly, his silent eyes finally accommodated Meng Xing's face, but he still didn't make a sound, he just looked at Meng Xing and then quickly turned his head away, his eyes Cubs cowering to meet their natural enemies.

Meng Xing took a deep breath, reached out to hold him, but was avoided by Shen Chongxuan as expected: "... At least let me see your injury?"

With Shen Zhongxuan's current martial arts, no matter how talented he is, if he confronted Song Zhubo and Feng Lin successively, if he said that no injuries were left, Meng Xing would not believe it if he was beaten to death.

"Shen Yuanyuan," Meng Xing forcibly pulled his body, forcing him to face himself face to face. Even though Shen Shenxuan tried his best to tilt his head, Meng Xing could not help but catch the tears in the corner of his eyes, "...you Do you regret it?"

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a long time, as if he understood the endless words, he seemed to have hesitated for 1 years, Meng Xing didn't rush him, and let him struggle and sink in all kinds of joys and sorrows he had experienced so far, After a long time, Shen Zhongxuan lowered his head, still not meeting Meng Xing's eyes, but he shook his head slightly but firmly.

Meng Xingping looked at this young man who was about the same stature as himself, and suddenly didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, so he forced a smile without words, and said in a low voice, "I don't regret it either."

"I don't regret coming out of the mountain and entering the world, I don't regret taking you as my apprentice, I don't regret every day and night in the past seven years, I don't regret knowing your past, accompanying you now, and learning about your future."

As for this, Meng Xingyan paused for a moment, then said: "You must not regret it."

Shen Zhongxuan listened to his words in a daze, hesitated for a long time, and said slowly: "My martial arts..."

"Don't think about it." Meng Xing held his hand. Unfortunately, his own hand was not warm enough. In the end, two cold hands wrapped each other to keep warm. It is unclear who suffered the disadvantage. "Song Zhubo didn't tell you , indicating that this is also what your mother meant."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a while, then said softly: "I also killed Senior Song."

Meng Xing leaned forward, pressed against his forehead, and said softly, "He is witnessing your growth for your mother, Yuan Yuan, do you still remember that he always picked your thorns in the sword test meeting?"

"......Remember."

Meng Xing nodded slightly: "He finally recognizes you. Because you no longer need his protection, he is going to do what he wants to do."

"But I..." Shen Zhongxuan closed his eyes, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, tears poured out of his eyes again, the tall and big boy cried like seven years ago, "I killed you!" My mother... Ah Xing, my mother is because of me..."

Meng Xing's eyes were dimmed, and the foreheads that were tightly pressed by the two were also loosened due to the trembling of Shen Zhongxuan. The front of his clothes was close to the front of his body, and he couldn't help but block his lips that he wanted to say more.

It's menacing, but it's as light as a feather.

Such indifference and alienation forced him to keep silent.

It was a light kiss.

Meng Xing moved away a little bit, stared at his still open eyes, and said in a low voice, "Close your eyes."

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly blushed, tongue-tied: "Master, Master..."

"Don't go overboard, your mother decided to do this, there must be her reasons." Meng Xing didn't bother to talk to him, so he pressed his lips and said vaguely, "Everyone can have their own choice, good luck to you , we chose you, so you can't underestimate yourself."

"But, but Master..."

Meng Xing frowned and moved away a little, displeased, "You're not going to be a teacher anymore?"

There was still a pitiful tear hanging on Shen Zhongxuan's chin, but he just stammered and defended with a flushed face: "No, that... Teacher, A Xingyou..."

Meng Xing took the first step to wipe off the tears on his chin, and flew away in the next second, poking half of his head back before closing the door: "Take a good bath, don't think about it."

Chong Xuan: "..."

I'm thinking more.

Meng Xing leaned against the door, his face flushed. Of course, the subtle sound of water in the room couldn't escape him. With the sound of water, he could even push out the heavy movements in the room.

...But this kind of thing is not very bragging.

He was born in the royal family, and he has dealt with the Futu sect since he was a child. Even after many years, the influence of the Futu has deepened day by day.

Back then when Xiao Shuhua picked on Prince Gong, everyone thought it was Prince Gong's bad luck - but it wasn't necessarily so.

There are constant disputes among the emperor's heirs, but the emperors of all dynasties know that temples and rivers and lakes must not be abandoned.

Emperor Chongde can squeeze out Prince Gong and ascend the throne smoothly, and Prince Gong will naturally get what he wants.For example, the height of the temple belongs to Emperor Chongde, and the distance of the rivers and lakes belongs to the King Gong of the year.

As for whether the destruction of Prince Gong's mansion was caused by Prince Gong's own evil, or by Emperor Chongde using a knife to kill people, Meng Xing has decided not to pursue the matter since he kowtowed three times in front of Meng Wubei's tomb.

It's just that everything about Futu, together with the Shuangshuang Sword left by his mother, is actually the only thing left to him by the royal family.

Most of Futu disciples rely on Gu worms to become addicted, and relying on Futu Gu, Shilian of all generations has held the supreme power in the sect.

And the role of "Shi Lian" was also carefully selected. He must be the most outstanding person among the new students.As for how the royal family will control "Shilian", it is naturally because "Shilian" will also plant the floating slaughter Gu since childhood, and the antidote to the floating slaughter Gu is the continuous blood of the royal family.

Meng Xing used to wonder why Shi Lian didn't try to catch a royal family member to release blood pressure Gu, and then rebelled and forced the palace to become emperor himself, but when he really met Shi Lian, he had to believe that maybe "Shi Lian" When this is true from generation to generation, they are all stubborn people with their own beliefs, so that they don't care about power, and only regard loyalty as the first essence of life.

Shen Zhongxuan picked up his robe carefully, stepped on the water on the ground with his bare feet, knocked on the door obediently, and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to wash?"

Meng Xing was silent for a long time, raised his hand and scratched his hair on the sideburns, trying to get them to cover his red ears, pretended to be calm and opened the door again, and walked to the bed without looking sideways: "Huh? I won't wash it, You call someone to clean it up...then go open a room."

Shen Shen said "oh", turned around and went to do it, the water dripped from his hair all over the floor, Meng Xing endured it for a while, and said: "...you wait."

Shen Zhongxuan turned his head and looked at him earnestly.

Meng Xing couldn't understand why the always diligent and shrewd apprentice turned into a fool overnight, but fortunately he also raised the young master in the same way back then, so he was barely inexperienced, so he raised his foot and hooked the round stool by the table , dragged it to his eyes, and sighed: "Sit down and wipe your hair."

"Are you scolding me?" Zhong Xuan asked seriously, "I heard it."

Meng Xing: "..." He immediately put on a fake smile, "How can this be, you can praise our Yuan Yuan for being handsome."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't open another room in the end, until he was lying next to Meng Xing and asked in a low voice if he wanted something to eat, Meng Xing still didn't understand how all this happened so naturally.

Meng Xing thought for a while and decided to ask: "Aren't you still sad about your mother?"

Zhong Xuan nodded obediently: "Sad."

"...I see you are in good spirits."

Shen Zhongxuan approached him quietly, hugged him vainly, and whispered: "Because I can't be more sad. If I am more sad, I will think of some worse things."

Meng Xing didn't break away from his embrace, grabbed his hand, and took a bite viciously: "Are you mocking me for being too lazy?"

"Don't dare." Zhong Xuan thought for a while, "...does my mother like my father in the same way?"

Meng Xing remembered the love-hate relationship between Meng Yanhan and Meng Wubei that shook the world, and unconsciously shuddered: "Why do you think so?"

"Because it suddenly occurred to me that my father is also very similar to you...he would be a little lazy and unwilling to think about troublesome things. I can't remember what my mother said, but they said that I am very similar to her."

"...I don't know." Meng Xing turned over and said lazily, "But she must love you very much. But your attitude is really good."

Shen Zhongxuan took the opportunity to clasp his waist, buried his head in his neck, and fell silent for a while, Meng Xing felt the back of his neck was wet and cold.

...crying again.

"I originally thought that after everything is over, I will go to find out the truth of the year."

Meng Xing sighed: "But you already guessed it, didn't you?"

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a moment, then nodded weakly: "Senior Song has already avenged her."

"They all want you to let go."

"...I did that kind of thing, don't I look like a monster?"

Meng Xing lowered his head and kissed his fingertips: "They all love you, so they have no regrets."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a long time, and finally choked up heavily. Hearing Meng Xing's gentle coaxing, he said vaguely, "I don't regret it either."

——When you and I come to this world, we want to have no complaints or regrets.