Meng Dong

When Meng Dong woke up, it was still dark. As usual, he was wrapped in Yan Hong's arms, but this time, he was still tightly wrapped in a thin quilt.Yan Hong's physique is different from his, with a strong anger. Even if the weather gets cooler every day after autumn, it still doesn't have much impact on him. Obviously, the thin quilt is covered on two people before going to bed every day. When it was time, it only wrapped Meng Dong himself.

Yan Hong was still asleep, and seemed to be able to perceive Meng Dong's movements in his sleep. He instinctively stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt, wrapping him tighter. Meng Dong's face was pressed against Yan Hong's chest, and he felt his hand like Patting himself on the back as if coaxing a child, he couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

Normally he would not wake up so early.Since arriving at the palace, his sleep has become much more stable, as if he wanted to make up for the sleep he had lost in the past few years, and he gradually developed a habit of lethargy, often sleeping until he was exposed to the sun before waking up.

But today is always different.

Meng Dong gently pushed away Yan Hong's arm that was on him, moved his body backwards, and released himself from Yan Hong's arms.Probably because Meng Dong woke up too early today, Yan Hong slept very deeply, and was not awakened by him at all, even turned over and lay on his back, still fell asleep deeply.

Meng Dong sat up and looked at Yan Hong's sleeping face motionless, with a gentle smile in his eyes, he almost reached out to touch Yan Hong's face, but in the end he didn't do anything, but slowly got out of bed along the end of the bed .

He tied up his loose long hair, and after changing his robes, he carefully pushed open the closed door.He moved very carefully, did not disturb the sleeping person on the bed at all, but surprised Qing Ming who was guarding outside the door. Just as he was about to ask, Meng Dong put his fingers on his lips, made a silent movement, and replied He turned his head and glanced at the bed, he was relieved to see that Yan Hong hadn't moved, he slowly closed the door, and followed Qingming downstairs.

Qing Ming's eyes were obviously sleepy, Yan Hong usually got up relatively late, and they had nothing to do, most of them stayed outside the door and took a nap waiting for orders from inside.Unexpectedly, Meng Dong got up early in the morning, but Qing Ming was startled, thinking that Yan Hong had some orders inside.

The morning wind carried the coolness of early autumn, blowing on Meng Dong's face to dissipate the remaining drowsiness. He turned his head and glanced at the upstairs room, then leaned into Qingming's ear and whispered a few words, Qingming His eyes opened slightly, but he didn't say anything unnecessary.

During this period of time, Meng Dong and Yan Hong got along very well, and they all noticed it, especially since he had been by Yan Hong's side for a long time, he could better understand his prince's thoughts on this person. The standard, the attitude towards Meng Dong is also becoming more and more respectful, and he will directly follow it if it is not serious, and there is no need to report it.

He nodded towards Meng Dong: "My lord, wait a moment, I'll send someone to prepare."

Meng Dong nodded, watching Qingming walk down quickly, he took a deep breath of the morning air, feeling refreshed.Thinking of what he was going to do later, he felt a little apprehensive and a little excited, he rubbed his cold fingers vigorously, got up and walked towards the other side of the palace.

Yan Hong also woke up much earlier than usual today. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the side, but found that it was empty.The place around him was already slightly cold, it seemed that the person must have been up for a long time.

This surprised Yan Hong a bit. After all, during this period of time, he has seen how sleepy that person can be. He wakes up later than himself almost every day. The two of them talked together on the bed until breakfast was delivered. , will get up together.

Why is this person so hardworking today?

Yan Hong stretched his arms lazily, and smelled a faint aroma of food in his breath, and then he remembered that he woke up early after smelling this smell in his sleep.The only person who dared to eat in this room was that one, and he thought that this person was a rare and diligent person, but it seemed that he just woke up from hunger and ate breakfast behind his back.

Yan Hong got up with a smile, lifted the bed curtain and walked out lightly. He wanted to startle the person who ate alone, but found that the person was standing in front of the table with his back to him, with his head down, not knowing where he was. Mumbling something.Yan Hong stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder. Meng Dong, whose face was full of confusion, was taken aback and turned around immediately. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yan Hong's face.

Yan Hong looked at him with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face: "Why did you get up so early today, what are you going to do behind your back?"

Meng Dong licked his lips, moved a step to the side, revealed the table behind him, and said slowly: "Today is the prince's birthday, I heard people say that birthdays are all about eating longevity noodles, and it just so happened that I woke up early today. There is something to do, so I cooked a bowl for the prince, wishing you a peaceful life and a long life."

Yan Hong glanced at his face, then at the bowl of longevity noodles.He knew that although Meng Dong's words were simple, it was actually not that easy. After all, even when Meng Dong was in the coffin, he still had a servant who was there to serve him. Worry-free food and daily life are taken care of. Cooking noodles sounds easy, but Yan Hong can be sure that Meng Dong has never done it before.

This person doesn't know how early he got up, and how long it took him to make such a big bowl of longevity noodles that looks very simple. He probably was afraid that the noodles would be too bland, so he prepared a few refreshing side dishes around the noodle bowl. , and even the tea set for making tea has been prepared, just waiting for Yan Hong to bring a bowl of tea after his breakfast.

Meticulous, appropriate, and more importantly, full of heart.

Meng Dong looked calm, his expression and his clothes looked the same as before, as if he just stopped by the kitchen to bring this bowl of noodles

But there are always signs.

Yan Hong's eyes flicked across Meng Dong's body, and finally found a little bit of flour left on his cuff, just a little bit, Yan Hong could already imagine what expression this man would have when facing something he hadn't touched before in the kitchen.

But in the end, he had to put on such a calm posture.

Yan Hong raised his hand and gently touched his left chest, feeling that his heart had never been so soft as it was at this moment. There was even a little bit of sourness welling up in his eyes, but fortunately, it didn't just fall down like this Tears come.

Yan Hong didn't respond for a long time, which made it difficult to maintain the calmness on Meng Dong's face. He looked at the bowl, and he had to say that the presentation was really simple. If it wasn't for the chicken soup that had been boiled in advance in the kitchen for him to cook the noodles, He might bring in a bowl of white boiled noodles today.

Although it took him a long time, he also knows how picky Yan Hong is when it comes to food. It is normal that such a bowl of noodles cannot catch his eyes, but Meng Dong wants to make this person happy. If you can't do it, in the bottom of your heart, there will be a little bit of disappointment.

Meng Dong's mood swings were immediately noticed by Yan Hong. He stretched out his hand to hold Meng Dong's hand, sat down at the table, and said to the door: "Qingming, bring two bowls, and I will share them with Mr. Meng." Breakfast."

Meng Dong's eyes lit up, he took the initiative to take the porcelain bowl from Qingming's hand, filled the noodles and brought it to Yan Hong, Yan Hong rinsed his mouth, and saw the expectation in his eyes as soon as he looked up, he didn't hesitate anymore, and took it directly. Passed the bowl and chopsticks to eat.

Yan Hong always pays attention to eating carefully and slowly, but this time he finished the noodles in the small bowl in a few mouthfuls, and even drank the noodle soup. He handed the empty bowl to Meng Dong, and let him serve the noodles for himself , while watching Meng Dong's movements, slowly said: "You know how picky I am."

Meng Dongsheng's hands paused for a moment, subconsciously bit his lower lip, and heard Yan Hong continue to say with a smile in his voice: "If I want to boast that your noodles are better than the cook's without conscience, I would really do it." No. But, maybe because someone stayed up early in the morning and learned to do it for me, so it's especially to my liking."

The corners of Meng Dong's lips lifted upwards, and he put some noodles in front of Yan Hong: "Then the prince must eat more."

Yan Hong did not refuse: "Then can you have breakfast with me now?"

This was probably the simplest, even the most shabby breakfast meal in Nanjun Wangfu. The simplest chicken noodle soup, a few dishes of refreshing side dishes, and more importantly, there was only one bowl of noodles.But no one cared, both of them were in a good mood, each of them ate a bite, and ate up the whole bowl of noodles, not even a little noodle soup left.

Meng Dong sat in front of the bronze mirror to freshen up, saw Yan Hong's raised lips from the mirror, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction in his heart.

His bowl of noodles was really average, not to mention the noodles, even the soup base was extremely bland, but this man still ate it without any fuss, and he showed a very satisfied look that made Meng Dong understand that, No matter what he did on this side, his intentions were well accepted by this person.

This is enough.

Yan Hong drank his after-dinner tea as usual, Qingming served him and presented him with the latest gift list by the way.

Although Yan Hong is young, he is the lord of Jiangling. His birthday is a good opportunity to make friends with him in the eyes of many people, so every time this day comes, there are many congratulatory gifts from everywhere. They are also mixed with various thoughts of the gift giver.

Yan Hong flipped through the gift list carelessly, but there was nothing new. The wealthy households in the city, such as the shopkeeper Li of Chunfenglou, were all generous. In his eyes, he only felt that it was ordinary, he was not interested in these things, and there was no shortage of these things in the palace, it was like this every year, and there was nothing new about it.

Yan Hong flipped through the entire gift list, and then threw it back into Qingming's arms: "Only the pair of white jade chess pieces look pretty good, so I'll send someone to send them over. Give the gift list to you, Mr. Meng, to see if you like it." s things."

Meng Dong looked back at him from the bronze mirror: "It's fine if I don't present a congratulatory gift on your lord's birthday, how can I ask for something from you?"

"Then why don't you make me a congratulatory gift as compensation?" Yan Hong raised his lips, "I'm kind of looking forward to what you will give me?"

Meng Dong glanced at him with a smile, but didn't answer. He studied his own hair crown in front of the bronze mirror. Yan Hong didn't force him, but turned to Qing Ming and asked, "Are there any other things besides these?"

"These are gifts from outsiders in the city, so I asked someone to draw up a gift list for your lord to check. As for the gifts from your own people, lord, would you like to see for yourself?"

Yan Hongying went to the Xu Mansion for a banquet at noon, and he had nothing to do at this time, so don't tell Qing Ming to bring things in.When it comes to our own people, there are actually not too many people. From the old lady Bai, to the generals in the army, and to old friends like Xu Weidan, things may not be as valuable as the gift list just now, but they are The most thought-provoking, and the most in line with Yan Hong's wishes.

He glanced at the several boxes in front of him, and finally got up lazily from the soft couch, looked at the biggest one in the middle with some doubts, tapped his toes, and asked curiously: "What is this, such a big box, is it Who sent it?"

"It was sent by the old lady," Qing Ming said, "As for what it is, you will know when you open it, my lord."

Yan Hong took a look at Qing Ming, feeling strange about his vague appearance, he simply stretched out his hand and opened the box by himself, and then fell into silence.

Meng Dong had been observing his movements in front of the bronze mirror, seeing that he was unresponsive at this moment, he couldn't help being curious.He casually found a jade hairpin to wear, walked directly to Yan Hong's side, looked at the huge wooden box, and then fell silent.

The wooden box is neatly filled with cabbage and carrots.

Meng Dong carefully glanced at Yan Hong's expression, and couldn't help but glance at Qingming. Qingming lowered her head, as if nothing had happened, but when the two of them didn't notice, she cautiously turned to Qingming. Take half a step back.

Yan Hong stared at the wooden box for a while, then looked at Qingming with some misgivings: "Mother is afraid that I won't have food if she is not in the house?"

"The old lady sent a message that these are grown in the mountains, and the young master likes to eat them the most, so she sent some over. I hope the prince can raise that little thing as well as the young master." After Qing Ming finished speaking, I took another step back to make sure I didn't get blamed as much as possible.

Yan Hong turned his head and looked at the hare that was sleeping peacefully in the corner. After a long while, he finally laughed: "I gave that little thing something to eat on my birthday. It's really something my mother can do. Let people write a message to my mother." Dear, just say that her son is very touched by the kindness of the old man."

Meng Dong also couldn't help laughing, he felt more and more that Mrs. Bai was really an interesting person, no wonder she was able to raise a son like Yan Hong.

Yan Hong stretched out his hand to close the lid of the box, looked at the other boxes, glanced back and forth from above, and asked, "Which one belongs to Xu Weidan?"

"This." Qingming pointed.

Yan Hong understood, opened the wooden box, and found a clay pot in it. Meng Dong poked his head over, feeling that the pot looked familiar, and then saw Yan Hong open the lid, revealing the dark soil inside, and the soil in the soil. Hidden earthworms.

Meng Dong: "..."

He almost glanced at Yan Hong with some sympathy, but he didn't expect that this person didn't feel angry, and looked at Qingming with a smile on his face: "Did Xu Weidan dig this himself?"

"Mr. Xu said that the things to send to the prince should not be ambiguous, so all the things here are prepared by him."

"That's good." Yan Hong was quite satisfied, and put the pot back into the wooden box, and fastened the lid, "Store it as usual, and when I have free time in a few days, I will go fishing outside the city."

Yan Hong straightened up, glanced at an extremely simple-looking wooden box at his feet, and looked at Qingming with a smile: "This box should be given by some generals, right?"

"Yes, my lord."

Yan Hong stared at the wooden box for a while, then stretched out his hand and said, "I don't know what to prepare this year, is it Art of War or Book of Rites?"

The wooden box was opened, and there was a thin and long wooden box inside. Yan Hong looked surprised, and his expression became a little complicated when he saw the wooden box, and then he stretched out his hand, and opened the wooden box, inside was a special-looking Ordinary, the hilt even has some old long swords.

Meng Dong knew that Yan Hong was proficient in martial arts, and it was normal for several generals to give him long swords, but this one looked like it was used by someone, Meng Dong didn't believe that such a large army could not produce a decent sword, He sized up Yan Hong's expression - that could only show that the sword had its own origin.

Yan Hong stretched out his hand and pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, revealing the sword body shining with cold light. His fingers stroked the sword body, and after a while he said in a low voice: "This is my father's old sword. I have been by my side for many years, and I have killed countless enemy generals with it. When I was a child, I stole it out to play while my father was sleeping. My father was not angry, but said that when I grow up, I will give this sword Give it to me, let me take it to battle and kill the enemy."

Yan Hong's voice was very low and somewhat hoarse: "But then this sword broke on the battlefield, and then my father passed away."

Meng Dong was never good at comforting others, especially he felt that Yan Hong didn't need anyone to comfort him.He just stretched out his hand and patted Yan Hong's arm lightly, but didn't say any more.Yan Hong turned his head and glanced at him, showing a little smile: "I don't know how much effort the generals spent to connect this broken sword, and I don't know how much thought they put on this sword. It's a pity, This king can’t use it.”

He put the long sword back into the scabbard, put it back into the sword case, and told Qingming: "Put it away."

"Yes, my lord."

The congratulatory gifts from his own people were all about the same. Yan Hong didn't have any emotional fluctuations because of the sword. He turned around and sat back on the soft couch. While drinking tea and watching people pack up, he suddenly found There was a palm-sized box hidden in the middle of the wooden box, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who gave that box?"

Qingming picked up the box, held it in his hand, looked at it for a few times, and suddenly said: "It seems that Taoist Qingxin sent it over when I was counting the gifts in the morning, and he didn't leave a message, so he just stuffed this box I entered it, I forgot to check it into the gift list."

Yan Hong was even more surprised: "That stinky Taoist priest Qingxin has only collected some good things from me for so many years, but now he is willing to give me something on his own initiative. I have to take a good look at what good things he has prepared for me. .”

Qing Ming presented the box and thought, "The last batch of elixirs happened to be used up. Could it be that he just made new elixirs and sent them here just in time for your birthday?"

Yan Hong's hand holding the box paused, and subconsciously glanced at Meng Dong: "Then, before taking his broken medicine, this king should ask carefully."

Despite the disgust in his mouth, Yan Hong took the box and opened it, and found that it was not a pill, but a small box of ointment of unknown effect.Meng Dong stretched out his hand curiously, wanting to see what Qingxin gave Yan Hong, but Yan Hong suddenly put the box away, stuffed it into his bosom, and gave Meng Dong a meaningful look: " You'll find out what it is later on."

Meng Dong was still a little dazed at first, but when he met Yan Hong's gaze, he was suddenly blessed. He withdrew his outstretched hand, even put his back behind his back, and said calmly, "I'm just asking casually, I'm not curious. Just to yourself, um, enjoy it."

How could there be such nosy Taoist priests in this world?

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Yan Hong liked to see Meng Dong's appearance the most, the corners of his lips kept rising, he waved his hand towards Qingming, and made everyone in the room back down, he got up and walked to Meng Dong's side, and exchanged a lingering kiss with him by pressing his shoulders. kissed him, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Without you, how can I enjoy it by myself?"

There was a flush on Meng Dong's face, but he forced himself to be calm. He stretched out his hand and pushed Yan Hong away from him, turned around and picked up the rabbit sleeping peacefully in the corner: "My lord, if you have this time, let's wash it up, we should do it later. I went out to Mr. Xu's."

Because it was hosting a banquet for Yan Hong and bringing Meng Dong with him, it was naturally inconvenient for Xu's mansion, so Xu Weidan set up the place in his new outer house, and said mysteriously that there would be a Accompanied by an acquaintance.

But for Yan Hong and Meng Dong, they can know who the acquaintance is without guessing.After all, after that day's competition, Xu Weidan not only didn't get tired of Jiang Liu, but even became more interested, and ran to Qiwu Hall more often. Even though Yan Hong and Meng Dong didn't go out of the house very much, they still heard A lot of rumors.

Sometimes Meng Dong was very curious about what kind of thoughts Jiang Liu had in dealing with Xu Weidan, and even more curious about how the two of them would end up with such an entanglement.

But he can't even see his own affairs clearly, so why should he meddle in other people's affairs.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but glanced at Yan Hong.

The carriage swayed, and Yan Hong looked drowsy, but he could still feel Meng Dong's gaze. He opened his eyes and glanced at Meng Dong: "Just sit a little closer, and you can lean on my king's shoulder." , you don’t need to peek in the corner. Of course, the premise is that you put down the little thing in your arms first, and let it fend for itself.”

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