In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

a few days later.

Zhao Minghong suddenly received an invitation from Meng Wenye, inviting him and Meng Zehe to Huweitang. As for the specific reason, he did not clarify.

Huwei hall is the place where the Meng family interrogates prisoners. Could it be that the three brothers of the Meng family are trying to vent their anger on Meng Zehe?

However, since he is a prince after all, the Meng family should not be so arrogant, right?

With doubts in his heart, Zhao Minghong took Meng Zehe to Huwei Hall.

When they first arrived at the entrance of Huweitang, they met acquaintances.

I saw Zhao Zhu standing beside the carriage, seeing that Jiang Luan was about to choose a place to jump off, Zhao Zhu was impatient, and immediately put his arms around Jiang Luan's waist, and carried him down.

Zhao Zhu was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure, and his handsome face showed no expression at all, showing no anger or majesty.Jiang Luan was petite, with a delicate and beautiful face, and when they stood together, they unexpectedly matched each other.

Zhao Minghong only felt that his breath was stuck in his heart, sour and uncomfortable.

He looked at Zhao Zhi mockingly: "Why did the third brother's leg suddenly heal?"

Obviously mocking Zhao Zhi for pretending to be lame.

Zhao Zhi was expressionless, and there was a trace of helplessness in his voice: "Jiang Luan looked at my legs and felt very distressed. He tried to press my feet every day. As time passed, the blood vessels were unblocked, and my legs got better. Speaking of it , I still want to thank you, Brother Huang." Zhao Zhu's words behind him had no deep meaning.

scrambling to press your feet...

Although I'm dog-legged, I'm not that exaggerated, right?

King Jin's ability to open his eyes and tell lies is really top-notch.

Jiang Luan couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

However, Zhao Minghong's eyes were slightly red with anger, and his panting became louder.

Seeing Jiang Luan and King Jin together, Meng Zehe also felt depressed.

He didn't expect Jiang Luan's methods to be so high that he could even take down King Jin who was as cold as a rock.

Meng Zehe felt uncomfortable for this lowly person who was stepped on by him in the past to have such a good experience.

After thinking about it, Meng Zehe became more balanced. No matter what his status is, he can be a princess, and Jiang Luan is only a male favorite, which is a world of difference.

However, Meng Zehe was still a little angry and had to vent it out.

He walked towards Jiang Luan, with a pure and innocent face, staring at Jiang Luan with those moist eyes.

"Can I take a step to speak?"

Jiang Luan had a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay."

He was very curious, what kind of tricks Meng Zehe was going to play again.

The two stepped aside.

Meng Zehe said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Jiang Luan, I heard that your mother is an actress, and your ability to seduce people is quite good. Do you really think that King Jin likes you? He is just trying to catch up with you for a while. When he gets tired of it, he will be like King Yu and give you to other people. Your status is as low as duckweed, and your glory and wealth are delusions!"

Meng Zehe's words were full of malice, but his face was still gentle and harmless.

Jiang Luan understood Meng Zehe's intentions. He was probably looking at himself with Zhao Zhi, and he was upset. He wanted to irritate himself, attack him, and destroy his image in Zhao Zhi's heart.

Jiang Luan is actually not angry at all, but he is a little angel, so of course he is satisfied.

Jiang Luan stretched out his hand.

Snapped!

A slap hit Meng Zehe's face hard, and Meng Zehe's fair little face turned red immediately, leaving a slap mark, which was very conspicuous.

A trace of triumph appeared on Meng Zehe's face, which disappeared in a flash.Soon, she became very pitiful, looking at Jiang Luan in disbelief.

Zhao Zhu was even faster than Zhao Minghong, walked in front of the two of them, and grabbed Jiang Luan's hand.

Although Meng Zehe was dizzy from the pain, it was worth it to think that he could destroy Zhao Zhi's love for Jiang Luan.

Meng Zehe looked at Zhao Zhi with pitiful eyes, his eyes were full of water, which could easily arouse people's desire for protection.

Zhao Zhu grabbed Jiang Luan's hand and said, "Slap him on the face. His face may not hurt as much as your hand. You can only pretend to be pitiful. You should slap him two inches above his upper abdomen. "

Zhao Zhu's tone was scolding, as if Jiang Luan was an idiot.

Jiang Luan nodded as if taught: "Then I will try."

Zhao Zhu squeezed his slap into a fist: "It hurts more with a fist."

Meng Zehe: "..."

He felt a dull pain in his upper abdomen.

At this time, Zhao Minghong came over to stop them: "Jiang Luan, enough is enough, he is not something you can bully casually. Third brother, is it too much for you to do this?"

Meng Zehe quickly hid behind Zhao Minghong.

His gaze swept over Zhao Zhu, and he was a little terrified.

This man is a little different from those he met before, his deep eyes seem to be able to see through everything.

Meng Zehe didn't dare to play tricks in front of Zhao Zhi.

The four of them stepped into the gate of Huwei Hall, and someone led them to the main hall.

The three Meng brothers took their seats to welcome the four of them.

Seeing the three elder brothers, Meng Zehe felt his face hurt even more, and deliberately showed the slap on his face in front of the three elder brothers.

The red palm prints on the fair face are obvious.

The three Meng family brothers naturally saw it.

Meng Wenduo subconsciously asked, "What happened to Zehe's face?"

As soon as Meng Wenduo finished speaking, Meng Wenye and Meng Wenshen glanced over, making Meng Wenduo's scalp tingle.

After all, he is a younger brother who has been hurting for more than ten years, and he still has caring instincts, but since he knew what he did to his younger brother, that trace of instinct has disappeared without a trace.

When they thought about what kind of life their younger brother had lived in the past ten years, they felt distressed and guilty, and they couldn't sleep for a few days!

Although Meng Zehe felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, he continued with his performance.

After Meng Wenduo asked, Meng Zehe glanced at Jiang Luan, hesitant to speak.

Obviously, that slap was given by Jiang Nian, but he was very kind, even if he was slapped, he couldn't bear to tell the truth.

What a white lotus flower.

Unfortunately, the attention of the three brothers was quickly diverted from his face and fell on Jiang Luan.

Meng Zehe always felt that the expressions of the three brothers looking at Jiang Luan were very gentle.

That feeling of being ignored is not good.

Meng Zehe said again: "My face hurts so much."

The three brothers remained indifferent.

Looking at Jiang Luan, he felt that he was a bit pitiful. He performed so hard, but there was no audience.

Jiang Luan kindly said: "You are not expressive enough like this, you should sob in a low voice, the pear blossoms are raining, and there is a tear in your eye socket, if you can't shed it, it will be pitiful."

Meng Zehe: "..."

He almost fainted.

Meng Zehe didn't know what happened to the three elder brothers. He always felt that something bad had happened, so he could only sit with a sullen breath.

Jiang Luan's eyeballs rolled, and he exaggerated suddenly: "Why is this chair so hard? It hurts me."

Meng Wen also immediately ordered his servants: "Quickly, go get a cushion."

Soon, the servant brought a cushion and placed it under Jiang Luan's chair.

Meng Zehe looked at this scene, his eyes almost widened.

I was slapped on my face, so pitiful, the three elder brothers ignored it, Jiang said nonsense that the chair was broken, and the second elder brother actually took a cushion immediately?

Why is Jiang Luan acting like their younger brother and becoming an outsider himself?

It feels weird.

After Meng Zehe thought about it, there was only one possibility. It must be that Jiang Luan had used some kind of ecstasy array on the three brothers, which made the three brothers so abnormal.

Meng Wenshen saw that it was almost done, so he said, "Bring him up."

Soon, a couple of four and fifty were brought up.

Meng Zehe recognized them the first time he saw them.

This couple is Jiang Ran's parents!

How did they get here? ?

As soon as the couple came in, their eyes did not fall on Jiang Luan, but on him, with a trace of tenderness.

Meng Zehe's expression suddenly turned cold, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. Why did this pair of servants look at him with such eyes?too disgusting!

Meng Zehe's eyes glowed with disgust.

The couple's eyes quickly dropped, their heads were lowered, and they stood there, a little uneasy and at a loss.

Meng Wenshen said: "There is no other reason to invite you here today. I just have an old matter and I want to talk to you. Zhao Ahua, tell me!"

Zhao Ahua's body trembled.

She didn't want to say it, but Meng Wenchen's aggressive aura terrified her. Moreover, the matter had already been exposed, and it was useless for her to hide it any longer.

Zhao Ahua can only tell this story: "More than ten years ago, my husband and I lived in a border area. At that time, when the war broke out, one day, a man in armor suddenly hugged a woman, Entered my house. The lady’s abdomen was high and protruding, which was a sign of childbirth. After one day and one night, the lady gave birth to a baby boy, but the lady passed away unfortunately. The general left the child in my house to raise. I There was a child who was born not long ago, and the two children were raised together. Two years later, the general came back to look for his son. In a moment of selfishness, I returned my child to the general as the general's child... "

Zhao Ahua finished talking about the past.

In fact, Jiang Luan had guessed it a long time ago, so he was not surprised or shocked.

The expressions of the others changed.

Zhao Zhi was surprised, Zhao Minghong was shocked, but Meng Zehe's face was full of disbelief.

How can it be?

Meng Zehe's face was pale, and he felt his body sinking and sinking, being submerged by the swamp little by little!

He is the son of a farmer, and Jiang Luan is the son of a general?

impossible!

Meng Zehe stood up and pointed at Jiang Luan: "It's nonsense! Jiang Luan, do you think you can replace me as the son of a general if you unite with your parents and say such a thing? Changed! Your lies are too clumsy!"

Meng Zehe said, then looked at Meng Wenchen: "Brother, they are slandering me, you don't believe them, right? They should be killed if they act so boldly!"

Meng Zehe was so anxious that his face turned pale and his eyes were red.

Meng Wenshen's words killed all of Meng Zehe's hopes: "You have been pretending to be a child of the Meng family for more than ten years, and it is you and your parents who should be killed."