Jianling

Even though he had expected Feng Lin to be thick-skinned, Meng Xing did not expect him to come so soon.This guy knocked on the door of the inn early in the morning, and Shen Shen meditated all night. At this time, he just changed his clothes and was tucking the quilt for Meng Xing. There were two soft "du" sounds outside the door, and Feng Lin's voice was clear: "Ameng , are you up?"

Zhong Xuan: "...tsk."

Naturally, Meng Xing didn't get up, and after a few jars of autumn dew, Meng Xing wished he could get drunk all the time, so he couldn't remember Feng Lin who he missed forever.Shen Zhongxuan opened the door with a grim expression and a very blunt tone: "Young Master Feng."

"Hey, Yuan Yuan." Feng Lin nodded to him and said with a smile, "Has Meng woke up?"

Shen Zhongxuan said: "Ah Xing hasn't gotten up yet."

Feng Lin: "This problem of staying in bed... huh? You call him Axing?"

Before Shen Chongxuan could affirm, Feng Lin was so startled that her face turned pale. Regardless of etiquette, she pushed Shen Zhongxuan away, and shouted at the top of her voice, "Meng Xing! Wake up fucking!"

Meng Xing was sleeping soundly, and ignored him, Feng Lin kicked on the bed: "Wake up! Meng Xing!!"

The bed was jolted slightly by Feng Lin's kick, Meng Xing finally moved his eyelids, and let out a vague "hmm" of impatience.Feng Lin grabbed his collar and shouted, "Ameng? Wake up!"

Meng Xing frowned slightly, and slapped Feng Lin on the head without hesitation. Feng Lin quickly grabbed his wrist, dodging the blow, and heard Meng Xing swearing violently: "Where is the soul? Do you want it?"

Chong Xuan: "..."

Feng Lin patted his face earnestly: "Wake up, I'm asking you something serious."

Meng Xing finally opened his eyes, drowsy and impatient, and asked subduedly, "What's the matter?"

"Ah Xing." Feng Lin sat down and met his eyes. Meng Xing let out a "tsk" and tilted his head slightly. The next moment he raised his hand and gave Feng Lin a quick slap, hitting Feng Lin hard. Almost breathless, "Who are you!?"

"You're a fart, Ah Xing." Meng Xing scolded, Shen Zhongxuan stepped forward to rub his hands for him, and Meng Xing continued to scold, "You didn't feel comfortable being beaten on the mountain, did you? Or no one in the Feng family could The beating spoiled you? How can you forget the established rules?"

Feng Lin regained her breath, and replied with a half-smile and half-curse: "So you still don't allow people to call you Axing."

"Nonsense." Meng Xing hated it.

"What about your apprentice?"

Meng Xing didn't answer this sentence for a moment, subconsciously turned his head to look at Shen Chongxuan, but saw his apprentice lowered his eyebrows and concentrated on rubbing his hands, as if what they said had nothing to do with him, Meng Xing turned back Turning around, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "If you are familiar with it, it doesn't matter."

Feng Lin had already guessed that he would say this, and said with a smile: "That's fine, I'll walk with your master and apprentice for a while to mend our relationship, and when we get to know each other better, I'll call you Axing too."

Meng Xing also smiled: "If you want to die, can you go to Xiao Tongbei yourself?"

Meng Xing did not lie to Shen Shenxuan. Even Meng Wubei only called him "Meng Xing". Xing has never allowed others to call like that.

It's ridiculous to delve into the reason.

It's just that when I dream back at midnight, I will see the previous elders in front of my eyes.Like Emperor Chongde, King Gong, and Fu Suoqiu, they all stretched out their hands to him and bent over, smiling kindly, calling him softly: "Ah Xing."

"Ah Xing is clever, I'm afraid this deep palace will eventually bury him."

So Prince Gong's son died at the age of five, and left with Pu Zi to thank him for his decree. He did not seek glory or fame and wealth, and only took away a young apprentice who did not know his origin.

"I'm not joking." Feng Lin sighed, with a very aggrieved expression, "Ameng, I have sent someone to investigate the matter of the Shen family, and I believe there will be an answer in a short time. Look, do you need me to deal with the person directly? gone?"

Meng Xing withdrew his hand, brought Shen Zhongxuan to his side and patted the hair: "No need. To be fair, after all, I won't help you take Feng Lang's life."

"How can this be confused? Feng Lang is my younger brother, so naturally he has to take it back intact." Feng Lin was watertight, with a faint smile, "In this world, how can an elder brother harm a younger brother?"

Meng Xing suddenly thought of Emperor Chongde and Prince Gong, and the bloody battle for the heir apparent a few years ago, but he didn't say much, just smiled: "You say so."

"Ameng, did you hear what Feng Qiong said?"

"I said it." Meng Xing said, "I said that you are cruel and merciless, and you are the best at stealing and playing tricks. Let me not believe your nonsense."

Feng Lin: "...Since that's the case, let me tell you a few words about him."

"No. Little uncle must understand him. Qiong'er likes to use jasmine for bathing, but the incense smells like sweet-scented osmanthus. She also likes to grow peonies. With all due respect, if this grandson dies suddenly one day, it will most likely be stung by bees. "

Feng Lin couldn't stop laughing, and stretched out her hand to shove him: "Damn it, why are you such a bad guy? Brother Qiong is still waiting to be married, and my younger brother is inconvenient to disturb."

Meng Xing pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded him, "Hey, it's not big or small, and I've learned to lie. Do you know who I am? Your little uncle! Learn from your Uncle Shen and Brother Qiong, respect the elders have no idea?"

Feng Lin, who never respected her elders, raised her hand to give him a pat on the forehead, and said plausibly, "Come on, don't force me to tie you up to my father and explain where I have hidden Feng Chenqing."

"Aren't you curious?" Meng Xing said with a smile, "Isn't Feng Chenqing a serious problem for your Feng family? You don't even worry about letting him live outside?"

Feng Lin sneered a few times, and spoke with a bit of sternness: "They are worried, so it has nothing to do with me. They are also worried that you will hinder my plan."

"Then are you worried?"

"Should I be worried?"

Meng Xing looked at him and thought, if you had told me about Feng Lang earlier, maybe you wouldn't have to be suspicious of me.But he thought for a moment, and still smiled: "I guess you shouldn't."

This sentence was still spoken firmly and loudly, but both of them looked at each other and smiled, Feng Lin squinted and couldn't see his expression clearly, but Meng Xing was open-minded, allowing him to scan his whole body.

What broke the embarrassment was Chong Xuan, the young boy nestled obediently in Meng Xing's arms, his eyelashes drooping slightly, but his dark eyes were extremely deep, silently watching Feng Lin's small movements.Seemingly realizing that the two adults had nothing else to say for a while, Zhong Xuan asked, "So Senior Feng wants to walk with us?"

Only then did Feng Lin cast a distracted glance at him, and said softly, "Yuan Yuan is really smart. Once I said it, I understood what I meant. I heard that Ameng missed me for a long time, and I was really moved, so I pushed aside the vulgar For business, I came here specially to accompany Ameng on a trip back to the rivers and lakes."

Meng Xing sneered: "You just want to learn the spirit."

Feng Lin bowed her head shyly, and said embarrassingly: "Ameng, half guess and half guess, this is the love between you and me that can't be understood by outsiders."

"Haha." Meng Xing glanced at him with a smile on his face, not without distaste, "Forgive me for being poor and have no blessings."

Feng Lin finally followed them on the road.

Shen Zhongxuan has a thousand and ten thousand reluctances, and it can also be seen that Meng Xing and Feng Lin are struggling when they argue. Meng Xing has undoubtedly tried his best to politely decline, but Feng Lin has a thick skin, and she is not worthy of being immersed in the family for several years. Well, Meng Xing is really hard to beat him with talent alone.

The three of them walked together, and Feng Lin was the only one with a smiling face.This guy is also sensible, happily doing a lot of work that requires money, and his heavy purse is not reduced, and he doesn't have to go to the bank of the Shen family branch to ask for it for several days.

But that didn't conflict with him being still unhappy.

"It's hot these days, why don't we go to Wutong Mountain to escape the heat?" Feng Lin slid her finger across the map on the table. All the fragrance and beauty are exhausted, and there may still be a hundred flowers contending for beauty on the mountain."

Shen Zhongxuan said: "Ah Xing has been in the mountains for several years, and now his swordsmanship has hit a bottleneck, so he shouldn't spend time on the mountains anymore."

"That being said, you guys haven't been to Wutong Mountain yet?"

"Although I haven't been there before, Ah Xing likes the bustling market, and the mountains are always too deserted."

Feng Lin sneered: "Marketplace? Chatting with ordinary people is the real way to pass the time. You also like excitement?"

Zhongxuan frowned and shook his head: "I don't like it, but Ah Xing likes it."

Meng Xing immediately interjected: "Well, I like excitement."

Feng Lin didn't expect Meng Xing to be so disregarding the overall situation, even though he smiled again, his eyes became much sharper: "Ameng, Bi Wuxian might just stay at the foot of the mountain."

Meng Xing was dumbfounded for a moment, then hesitated and said: "Uh... As far as the current situation is concerned, I can't jump to conclusions about whether he or I will win or lose."

"Yeah, isn't there a life after a narrow escape?" Feng Lin still sneered, knocked on the table, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Ameng, I won't harm you, if you continue to be partial, sooner or later you will harm yourself."

Regardless of whether Feng Lin wants to learn from Ling Ling or really treats him as a close friend, nothing can happen to him. Feng Lin will never put herself in danger. It will be a disaster for both of them if she bumps into Bi Infinite .Meng Xing knew this well.

Meng Xing had no choice but to hook Chong Xuan into his arms again, patted him on the back reassuringly, and nodded helplessly: "Then go to Wutong Mountain...You will bear the travel expenses."

Of course Feng Lin readily agreed.

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a long time, and then asked in a muffled voice in his arms: "...nearly dead?" Meng Xing didn't hear this sentence, and Feng Lin didn't bother to pay attention to a child. .

Not enough, not enough.

He is still not as good as many people.It's not just Feng Lin, if Xiao Tongbei finds Meng Xing in the future, what can he do...Will he watch Meng Xing escape from death?

Why is Meng Xing not allowed to be called A Xing?

I'm special, so am I worth being special?

Shen Shenxuan hugged Meng Xing's waist, the first time he hugged him so tightly, Meng Xingquan thought he didn't like Feng Lin, and felt wronged, so he hurriedly held his buttocks and hugged him into his arms until Feng Lin went out The deployment of manpower has not been let go.But in fact, Shen Zhongxuan has been flying around in recent days, and now he is close to his shoulders, in fact, he is no longer a child.

He has a slender figure, only a month away from the age of 14. Meng Xing hugged him, and found that apart from the angry face, there was still some sensuality. It turned out that the boy's figure was already thin and thin, and the strength contained in his muscles could be seen—— He has grown up.

Meng Xing patted him, and suddenly smiled: "If you don't pay attention, we have been together for three years."

Zhong Xuan was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why he said such words suddenly, so he could only nod his head: "I'm almost 14 years old."

"That's great." Meng Xing said with a smile, held his face in his hands, stretched out his hand and scratched his nose, "Yuan Yuan is about to become a little man."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Zhongxuan was so ashamed that he avoided his face, showing two red ears. Meng Xing twisted his ears and laughed: "Hey, you are so good."

Shen Zhongxuan wanted to change the subject eagerly, but didn't know what to say for a while, so he asked like a ghost: "...If you and Senior Xiao get into a fight, can Feng Lin protect you?"

"?" Meng Xing seemed to hear a big joke, and couldn't help laughing, "Save my interests, it's not worth offending Xiao Tongpei."

"But you and Feng Lin are close friends."

"Hush." ​​Meng Xing pressed his lips and said word by word, "Don't trust anyone. Even I might give up on you. Giving up on me, to Feng Lin, is not even a strong man cutting off his wrist. "

Shen Zhongxuan couldn't get used to his words, and retorted word by word in a tone of voice: "I won't give up on you."

"I know." Meng Xing sighed with a smile, and patted his head, "Otherwise, what would I do with you? Collect the corpse for me?"

The author has something to say: Meng Xing: Otherwise, why would I raise you, collect the corpse for me?

Yuan Yuan: Warm your bed.