Meng Dong

Having lived in the Qiwu Pavilion for more than ten years, no one is more familiar with the layout here than Meng Dong.

Almost without attracting anyone's attention, he easily walked around to the small building that few people paid attention to, raised his head, stared at the doors and windows that were still closed in such hot weather, and took a deep breath, with a big smile on his face. Step over.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and after a while, the girl with a tulle face opened the door and nodded slightly towards Meng Dong: "Master, madam already knows that you are back, please go in."

Meng Dong wasn't surprised at all, if he couldn't even control the affairs in the Qiwu Hall, wouldn't his mother's arrangement for so many years become a fantasy.

I'm afraid that the moment the carriage of the palace stopped at the gate of Qiwu Hall, someone immediately reported their whereabouts to his mother, which is nothing surprising.

The moment he stepped into the room, there was still darkness in front of his eyes, which made Meng Dong miss the attic of the palace. Compared with the meticulous decoration and daily bustle there, this place seemed more cramped and depressing.

In fact, every time Meng Dong came here since he was a child, Meng Dong’s feelings were not very good. When he was young, he was just afraid, but when he grew up, he felt disgusted. But this time, he felt a little suffocated—perhaps because of the contrast in his heart. reason.He even stopped halfway and took a few deep breaths before slowly going upstairs.

The decoration and layout of the upper floor still remain the same as it was when it was first built more than ten years ago. In fact, because the place has been dark all year round, Meng Dong can't remember exactly what the upper floor looks like.Of course, he didn't expect any changes after leaving here for a few days.

After all, even if the entire building is demolished, it will not be able to cover up the dead air emanating from the inside out.

Meng Dong stopped in front of the gauze tent, looked at the shadowy figure inside the tent, lowered his eyes and said, "Mother."

"Well," the voice was still hoarse and indifferent, "Why did you come back without warning?"

"It's the King of Nanjun who has something to come to the museum, and it's related to his friend, mother, you should know?" Meng Dong replied indifferently, "But I do have some things, and today it will save me trouble."

"You have been in the palace for a while, is there any progress?"

Meng Dong raised his head and stared intently at the gauze curtain for a long time before replying, "Actually, there are some differences from the previous plan, but it is still smooth."

He didn't express his guess about Yan Hong. After all, he knew that no one cared. Everyone cared about only one result. As long as what they wanted could be realized, they wouldn't care about how many accidents happened in the middle. Otherwise, how could it be Let him enter the palace.

"That's good, what else do you want?"

"Get someone to find some old people for me, and investigate an old incident 12 years ago." Meng Dong took a few steps forward, approached the gauze curtain, and continued in a low voice, "This matter is related to my next plan. , can't tolerate the slightest delay. After ten days, I will go back to the library to get the results. If I can't get the answer I want, I will deal with those wastes myself, and it will save the waste of the silver that the adult has invested in for many years. and energy."

Speaking of this, Meng Dong suddenly let out a sneer, "Actually, if you count carefully, except for the first few years, the Qiwu Hall should be raising those talents now, but they are still loyal to that person. But if I come forward It's only natural to deal with it, and he won't mind if he thinks about it."

There was a short silence in the gauze tent, and after a long time, he slowly replied: "You should know his current situation better than me. Everything is connected with him. After all, even if he doesn't do anything, his identity will be our reliance in the future, not to mention that he has invested countless energy and care in you over the years. If it wasn't for his help , We may have lost our lives a long time ago, so how can we survive to this day, let alone talk about any plots."

Meng Dong chuckled lightly: "Although I haven't had much contact with that person, and I haven't even met him directly, oh, I should have met him when I was young, but at that time... well, he wasn't very eye-catching. At my age He's young, so I don't have much impression. But what he has done for us over the years, I have firmly in my heart. Besides, even if I don't have the impression, my mother has a lot of friendship with him. Since my mother can trust someone, I Naturally, you can trust it, so you don’t have to worry.”

"Today is not the time to discuss these things," the old lady was silent for a while, and said slowly, "There is nothing else, you should go back as soon as possible. If you delay too long and arouse the prince's suspicion, it will not be worth the candle."

Meng Dong reached out his hand and took out a small scroll of paper, put it on the table next to him, and smiled at the gauze curtain: "I really should go back, after all, the prince wants to stick to me all the time now." By your side, it will be very uncomfortable if you don’t see me for a while.”

There was a rustling sound from inside the gauze tent. It seemed that the people inside stood up. Meng Dong saw a figure walking towards the gauze tent, but finally stopped. When it was opened, the two of them looked at each other through the thin veil. After a long time, Meng Dong heard her say in a low voice: "This is your fate, and no matter how much you pay for it, it is a sacrifice that you have to make." The king of Nanjun is the shortest way we can go to realize.... The ancient Huaiyin Marquis was able to suffer the humiliation of his crotch, but when the big things happen in the future, the humiliation he suffered in the past will not be worth mentioning."

As she spoke, she seemed to raise her hand to touch her face, and then said in a low voice: "When the time comes, kill that Nanjun king, and all these humiliations will be blown away."

Meng Dong shook his head imperceptibly, and there seemed to be a little smile in his tone: "These truths have been told to me countless times since I was a child. What I must do, the pain I should endure, have been firmly established. The land is written here, and I dare not forget it until I die."

He said, tapping his head, "What's more, I don't think I'm being humiliated now. Didn't my mother send someone to inquire before, and the King of Nanjun is the most generous to the person on the bed? I especially take care of food and daily life, take care of everything, and never treat him harshly. So I will kill him in the future to hide the humiliation in your eyes." Meng Dong smiled lightly, "Mother, you may not have heard of that sentence As the saying goes, it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, and it takes a thousand years to sleep together, and the son grows up to this day and only has one person to sleep with, so how can he be willing to kill him?"

"you……"

The corner of Meng Dong's mouth curled into an extremely mocking smile, he put his finger on his lips, and made a gesture of silence: "Mother, there are some things that you don't need to say or ask. What kind of life do I live in the palace?" , You may not care about it when you are old, so why bother to ask. Anyway, I will remember what I should do and do it well. As for what happens to it, you are the same as before, don’t care. "

After finishing speaking, Meng Dong didn't wait for her to respond, he bowed deeply towards the gauze curtain, turned around and went downstairs without looking back.

His movements were without hesitation, so he didn't see that behind him, the gauze was clenched tightly from the inside, and it was almost torn off completely.It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps disappeared that he slowly let go: "Send in the note he left, and then someone will call the secret envoy."

The maid with a tulle face stepped forward to take the scroll, and handed it to the gauze tent respectfully: "Yes, ma'am."

The sun was still shining outside, and the weather was very hot.

In the main building, Yan Hong chatted with Xu Weidan for a while, and felt somewhat bored, just when he felt a little impatient, the door opened, Meng Dong walked in slowly, put the teapot in his hand on the table, He opened his mouth and said: "When I went to order tea just now, I took the opportunity to inquire about the content of today's competition with a few old acquaintances. Although there is no room for preparation according to the time, at least I can let Mr. Xu know in advance. There is a preparation in the bottom of my heart.”

Xu Weidan cupped his hands: "Young Master Meng has a heart."

Meng Dong smiled, looked at Yan Hong, and saw that he was reaching for the teapot he had just put down, and immediately stepped forward to fill the teacup for him. Seeing Yan Hong took a big sip, he asked, "How about today's competition?" What, let's hear it?"

"According to the meaning of the treasurer Qian, today's competition is naturally based on Miss Jiangliu's preferences, so the content of the competition is chosen by her, one static and one moving, the static is 'Shuanglu', and the dynamic is 'Touhu' .”

Yan Hong raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Xu Weidan, who had a bright face on his face, threw the empty teacup on the table, and yawned: "It's so boring, I thought this Qiwu Hall would What a novel competition, if I had known this, I might as well have a good sleep in the mansion."

Meng Dong was a little curious: "Then what competition did the prince want to see earlier?"

Yan Hong tilted his head and thought for a while: "How about letting Xu Weidan fight with that treasurer?" He said, his eyes swept over Xu Weidan up and down, "Xu Weidan did learn from old general Xu when he was young. You have a little bit of martial arts skills, but you have been drunk and dreamed all these years, have you forgotten about it?" He said, lifting his chin, "Otherwise, tomorrow I will ask Qingxin to give you a bottle of his newly refined elixir, maybe it will make you feel better. You are stronger."

Meng Dong covered his lips and coughed lightly, and looked at Xu Weidan with some sympathy: "Actually, the tonic prescribed by Qingxin Daoist is not bad. As for the pill, there are only a few pills in each batch. Next batch."

Xu Weidan didn't care about what the two of them said, and drank tea and ate cakes by himself, seemingly not worried about the upcoming competition.After a while, someone finally knocked on the door: "Mr. Xu, please go over."

The author has something to say:

Shuanglu, an ancient game equipment.A board game in which the movement of pieces is determined by the number of rolls of dice, and the first player to remove all pieces from the board wins. ——From Baidu.

I don't need to talk about throwing pots, do I?

In fact, it's nothing important. I don't know what it is and it won't affect the plot.

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