Meng Dong

Although Yan Hong teased Xu Weidan at the beginning, he was still very generous to this old friend.Although there is indeed no old wine, the prepared wine and dishes are also very rich.

There are fine wines, delicacies, and the most important thing is that close friends are by his side and beauties are in his arms. For Xu Weidan, he is extremely comfortable. He exchanged cups with Yan Hong without any restraint, and finally drank himself to the brim drunk.But fortunately, although he is a person with average drinking capacity, his wine quality is not bad, he just threw himself on the stone table and fell asleep, his appearance was exactly the same as when he was drunk in the Qiwu Pavilion a few days ago.

Yan Hong also drank a lot of wine, but he was not as serious as Xu Weidan. He leaned on the fence of the gazebo and looked at Xu Weidan with a smile: "I don't know how Mr. Xu has been hanging around in the capital for so many years with such a drinking capacity."

Meng Dong brought a cup of tea to his hand, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Liu, who was trying to help Xu Weidan to feed him a sip of hangover soup: "Mr. Xu, is there nothing wrong?"

"Let him sleep, I'll send him back later." Yan Hong took the tea but didn't drink it, and pointed at Meng Dong's reddish cheeks, "I think your drinking capacity is stronger than Xu Weidan's." many."

The weather was still very hot, but Yan Hong's fingers were slightly cool, falling on Meng Dong's face, leaving a different kind of tactile sensation.Meng Dong lowered his eyes slightly, and replied with a smile: "If a person who grew up in a place like Qiwu Hall is not good at drinking, he would have been eaten long ago, heh, why is it his turn to enter the palace today to serve the prince. "

"Why doesn't this king remember what I asked you to do to serve others?" Yan Hong's fingers slowly moved down along Meng Dong's cheeks, across his thin lips subconsciously pursed, and finally pinched his jaw with two fingers , leaning forward slightly, almost touching Meng Dong's forehead, "Do you have other intentions to serve me?"

Meng Dong followed the strength of his hand and raised his head slightly: "If the prince wants it, he will naturally have it."

Yan Hong closed his eyes slightly and then slowly opened them again. His warm breath with a touch of alcohol fell on Meng Dong's face, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Do you really think that stinky Taoist priest's broken medicine will affect this king?"

The corners of Meng Dong's lips were raised upwards, his eyes were watery, and he smiled: "If not, why did the prince send me to the edge of the palace and leave me alone for so many days?"

"With your tone, are you complaining that the king has neglected you these few days?"

"Isn't the prince not?"

Yan Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his smile was clearly ambiguous: "Then it seems that the king will spend the night in a different place today."

Meng Dong looked back at him with a smile, and suddenly leaned forward to place a close kiss on Yan Hong's lips, and then took a step back, freeing himself from the astonished Yan Hong's grasp: "I came to the palace after deliberation, naturally for the sake of I am favored by the prince. But for the sake of the prince's health, I still have to advise the prince to do what is best in this matter. Although I don't know that Taoist priest Qingxin, I heard that he has been regarded as the honored guest by the prince for many years. I want to come You should listen to his suggestion. Didn’t you say it, my lord, the future will be long, and I will serve you for a long time, I just hope you don’t get tired of me too soon.”

As he said that, without waiting for Yan Hong to respond, he had already flashed back to the stone table, but he was still unsuccessful, so he had no choice but to hold a bowl of hangover soup to Jiang Liu, who had fallen asleep and Xu Weidan was at a loss: "Jiang Liu Girl, let me help you."

Yan Hong's eyes were tightly locked on Meng Dong's body across half of the gazebo, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his lips. The kiss just now was light and quick, as if it was an illusion of Yan Hong after drinking, and nothing happened generally.But...Yan Hong raised his head, his eyes stopped on Meng Dong's red ear tips for a while, and he showed a playful smile—the people in the Qiwu Pavilion are very interesting, they look dissolute and indulgent, but sometimes they are extremely innocent, He couldn't help but imagine what kind of reaction he would have if he pressed such a person onto the bed.

It looks like he's going to have a good talk with that stinky Taoist priest Qingxin later.

Yan Hong was rubbing his lips and thinking about it, Qing Ming quickly stepped into the gazebo, glanced at the two who were cooperating in feeding Xu Yudan sober soup, and said in a low voice, "My lord, someone from the army is here."

"In the army? What kind of mess do those people need me to clean up? It's really troublesome."

In fact, what Yan Hong said was really out of conscience. When the old Nanjun king passed away, the young Yan Hong not only inherited the title of his father, but also the tens of thousands of troops stationed in Jiangling City. His father managed the army well, and these tens of thousands of soldiers were able to perform their duties under the leadership of several generals, and firmly guarded Jiangling City.Even though Liang Kingdom in the north has been eyeing it for many years, it still has nothing to do with Jiangling City.

More importantly, these tens of thousands of garrisons were loyal to the old Nanjun Wang Yanchang. After Yan Chang passed away, they turned this loyalty to his only descendant. He doesn't care about things, but he is still the nominal commander-in-chief of the three armies, so for many years his uncle who is far away in the capital is willing to let him mess around.

After all, if he wanted to defend Jiangling City from falling into Beiliang's hands, he had to rely on these tens of thousands of soldiers, and these tens of thousands of soldiers were only loyal to the Nanjun King's lineage.

Probably to ensure Yan Hong's status as the commander-in-chief. For many years, even though Yan Hong never took the initiative to intervene in military affairs, several generals would come to the palace from time to time to report the military situation to Yan Hong, but it was only a report. After all, it was a matter of decision-making. , no one would count on this ridiculous prince.

Yan Hong complained and complained, but he didn't dare to neglect the few generals his father left behind.He yawned lazily, glanced at Meng Dong, and ordered: "After feeding the hangover soup in a while, if he is conscious, ask him if he is staying at my house today, or if there is something else outside." Where to live. Otherwise, if you send him back to Xu's residence in this state, I'm afraid that General Xu will break his leg in a fit of anger."

After finishing speaking, he left the garden with Qingming reluctantly.

Watching Yan Hong's figure walk away slowly, Meng Dong stopped the movement of his hands, and glanced at Jiang Liu: "Thank you just now."

Jiang Liu was still holding the hangover soup in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled at him: "My lord, you are being polite. Although I don't quite understand why you... are in the palace, but I also know about the occasion when you and I met. Still shouldn't have said it."

"There's nothing I can't say. Where is the palace? If I can live here, the prince will naturally investigate my background first. But Mr. Xu really thinks that I am a new young lady in the hall. It’s okay, if it’s spread out, those people will talk about it behind their backs, it’s very boring.” Meng Dong showed an inexplicable smile, “So I still want to thank you for helping me hide my identity.”

Jiangliu hadn't been in Qiwu Hall for a long time, but it wasn't that she didn't know her young master. She had doubts since she met Meng Dong, but she didn't dare to ask anything, even though this young master always pretended to Smiling, she looked easy to get along with, but somehow made her feel afraid.It is probably the instinct of these women who are forced to fall into prostitution to observe words and expressions. Only in this way can they protect themselves under the hands of a group of powerful children.

Meng Dong sat down on the stone bench and poured a cup of tea for himself: "I know you are really helpless in the Qiwu Hall, otherwise you wouldn't try to be an up-and-coming young man who sells his art but not his body. But I still want to Remind you, a gentleman like Mr. Xu looks sentimental, but in fact he is the most ruthless. Although you sound innocent, you have entered the Qiwu Pavilion, and in their eyes, you are inferior Even if you are both talented and famous in Jiangling City, even if you are so degraded that you cannot control yourself. It’s okay to laugh, but please don’t think about anything else.”

Jiang Liu slowly raised his head and looked at him. After a long time, a smile appeared on his lips: "Thank you for reminding me, young master. Now that I have entered the Qiwu Pavilion, I understand that I will be completely separated from everything in the past and become a The most despicable brothel girl in the eyes of the world. Mr. Xu, he treats me generously. I am lucky, but I am not so naive as to think that I can get something. What you are worried about will never happen. "

"That's good." Meng Dong gently rubbed his fingers along the lid of the cup, "There are so many girls in the museum, I wouldn't bother with this kind of thing before, not to mention that in my opinion, each person has his own destiny. If it's because I was stupid, and ended up with a dead end. Although pitiful, I deserved it. But it was a coincidence to meet you in the palace today. What's more, didn't Mr. Xu say just now that we don't look much alike in appearance? People from Chu, this is also a kind of fate."

Hearing this, Jiang Liu couldn't help raising her head to look at Meng Dong's face. She was indeed a native of Beiliang, because Hu and Han mixed in Beiliang, so many people in the territory were slightly different from the Chu people in the south in terms of facial features. He belongs to one of them, but this Mr. Meng...maybe really has the blood of Beiliang people in his ancestors.

Meng Dong tilted his head and let her look at him, he was still thinking about something while holding a teacup in his hand.It wasn't until the sleeping Xu Weidan groaned that broke the silence between the two of them, that he glanced at Xu Weidan and said slowly, "Did Mr. Xu say that he would redeem himself for you?"

"I mentioned it once." Jiang Liu smiled, "But I knew it was drunk, so I didn't take it to heart."

"If Young Master Xu mentions that you can accept it next time, Qiwu Pavilion is not a good place, so why throw yourself there for the rest of your life." Meng Dong took a sip of tea slowly, "When the time comes, I will let people follow you." The steward said hello, and handed over the deed of sale directly to you, and Mr. Xu would not care about such trivial matters."

Jiang Liu froze for a moment, then looked at Meng Dong in disbelief.Meng Dong raised his thin lips: "In this way, even if Mr. Xu gets tired of you in the future, you can still leave the Qiwu Pavilion and live a normal life. But what kind of life will you be able to live at that time, will you be reduced to being sold into a brothel again? That's up to you."

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