Meng Dong

The location of this small building is extremely remote, it can be regarded as a forbidden area in the Qiwu Hall, no one is allowed, and no one is allowed to approach it.Probably only Meng Dong in the entire museum has the right to come and go as he pleases, although Meng Dong is not rare for this kind of privilege.

Because he doesn't really like it here.So in the past few years, except when necessary—such as now, he rarely comes here.

From the top to the bottom of this small building, there is no window, and the only door is also tightly covered, so that no light can penetrate from the outside.Even with a few candles on the wall, it was still dark.

Fortunately, Meng Dong was familiar with everything here, and he found the stairs smoothly without anyone leading the way, and went straight upstairs.

He had just been drenched in the rain, and his whole body was already drenched. With his footsteps, water droplets continued to fall, and when they hit the ground, there was a soft sound. It seemed a bit abrupt in this quiet small building, but Meng Dong didn't notice it. , walked forward, and finally stopped in front of the gauze tent in the corner.

Through the dim light, one could see a figure sitting upright inside. Meng Dong slightly lowered his eyes, and bowed towards the gauze curtain: "Mother."

"Well," a hoarse and somewhat indifferent voice sounded through the gauze curtain, "Did you see someone?"

"I see." Meng Dong replied.

"Success?"

Meng Dong's right hand curled up together, and his thumb pressed knuckles one after another. After a long while, he said slowly, "Although it was not as expected, it was considered a success. It's just that starting tomorrow, my son will go to the county palace Now, my son is not in the mansion, I hope mother will take care of her health."

The old lady was silent for a while, then replied lightly: "Understood. It's just that you have to stay awake in that county's palace. Don't be fooled by the rich clothes and jade food, and forget what you should do."

Meng Dong raised his lips as if laughing at himself: "How dare my son forget."

The old lady asked what she wanted to know, and she didn't want to say another word, she just said: "In that case, let's go back and prepare."

Meng Dong smiled lightly: "Okay."

Meng Dong walked out of the small building without getting out in the rain, and walked all the way to his residence along the corridor. When he passed the lotus pond, he stopped and looked up at the attic not far away.

The two in the attic were still drinking freely, chatting freely and freely.

Meng Dong looked at the window and smiled, then turned and entered a yard not far away.

And none of the two people in the attic noticed his short stay.

Yan Hong loves to drink, but he never drinks too much. Of course, it is another matter when Xu Weidan is around.

The two of them grew up together since they were young, and they had a lifelong friendship with their parents. Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, they still had a good time talking, and the weather outside was really bad, so they didn't have any other entertainment. One literally drank all day in that attic.

Xu Weidan has been obsessed with pleasure in the capital for many years. He has drank with countless people, but finally he was defeated by Yan Hong. When Yan Hong poured wine into his glass for the last time, he raised his hand and raised his hand. The cup, followed by throwing it on the table.

Yan Hong's consciousness was also a little dazed. He held up the jug for a while, looked at the wine cup that was thrown on the ground, and then looked at Xu Weidan who had completely fallen asleep. He drank all the wine in one gulp, then got up staggeringly, opened the closed door, and told the servant who was waiting in the corridor: "Find two reliable people and send Mr. Xu back. government."

The boy immediately responded, and was about to leave when he looked at Yan Hong who was leaning against the door frame: "Then you..."

"The people in my house are in your front hall. Tell someone to call them over. He will naturally know what to do." Yan Hong raised his eyelids, his tone quite impatient.

The boy didn't dare to say any more, he only bowed to Yan Hong, and then hurriedly retreated.

Yan Hong raised his eyelids, walked back to the table, and raised his hand to pat the face of the sweet sleeping Xu Weidan. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he felt bored, so he sat back on the chair and dozed off.

When Qing Ming rushed to the attic, Xu Weidan had already been sent away, leaving only Yan Hong leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes slightly closed, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

Qingming walked up to him with light steps, and was hesitating whether to wake him up. Yan Hong had already opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly red, and there was still a clear sense of drowsiness. After seeing Qingming, he nodded: "Che Is the horse ready?"

"Go back to the prince, I'm already waiting outside the museum."

Yan Hong yawned, and motioned for Qingming to help him up: "Then go back home."

Most of the day passed, and the rain outside showed no signs of stopping, but the rain was much weaker than before. Fortunately, when the Qiwu coffin was being built, there was a foresight, and there were corridors to walk from the backyard all the way to the front yard. This kind of weather will not rain.

Yan Hongda hung half of his body on Qing Ming, with his eyes closed, as if he was in a dream.Qingming deliberately kept her movements light, lest she would disturb her lord, but after a few steps, the person on her shoulders suddenly opened her eyes, stared at the rainwater outside the corridor for a while, and said slowly: " Get someone to check the details of that Meng Dong for me, and if there is nothing wrong, get someone to pick him up at the mansion tomorrow."

"Meng Dong?" Qingming was slightly surprised, and repeated.

Yan Hong nodded: "It seems to be called such a name, you go and check." After saying that, he leaned his head back on Qingming's shoulder and closed his eyes again.

Yan Hong has a lot of eccentricities, and those who have been with him for a long time are very clear about it, and Qingming understands it even more. Seeing that he didn't want to talk too much, he didn't ask any more questions. He just helped him into the carriage and returned to the county palace. .

The torrential rain lasted for a day and a night, and finally stopped when the sky dawned. The sun peeked out from the gaps in the clouds and gradually dispelled the water vapor in the air.

Yan Hong fell into a coma all night and no one dared to disturb him, and finally woke up slowly because of thirst. Before he could fully open his eyes, he ordered: "Qingming, pour a glass of water."

Qingming immediately went forward with the tea cup that had been prepared, waited for Yan Hong to drink more than half of the cup, only to see his prince finally opened his eyes slowly, and looked at the window sleepily: "Is the sky fine?"

"Yes, my lord." Qing Ming put away the teacup, watched Yan Hong fall back on the pillow again, and couldn't help but say, "My lord, the Meng Dong you asked the villain to check has already been found out."

"Huh?" Yan Hong raised his eyelids, covered his eyes with a thin quilt, and said sleepily, "If there is no problem, take it."

Qingming remained silent for a while before saying, "Actually, there are some problems."

"What?" Yan Hong pulled off the quilt and glanced at him, "Isn't he from the Qiwu Hall, or is he not clean at all?"

"That's not true, he is indeed from the Qiwu Pavilion," Qing Ming said, "You should have heard that the owner of the Qiwu Pavilion is a lady named Su, and that Mr. Meng Dong happens to be Madam Su's only son, so to be precise, he is not only the person who lives in the Wuwu coffin, but also the young master who lives in the Wuwu coffin."

Yan Hong frowned, Meng Dong's unforgettable face appeared in his mind, and he scratched his hair a little irritably, that Meng Dong really liked him very much, if he was just an ordinary young lady, he would redeem him It's okay to play around for a few days, but if it's someone else's young master... Even if the Qiwu Hall is not a place on the table, he may not be willing to take someone's only son home to raise and play casually.

"My lord, is this person still picking up?" Qing Ming asked in a low voice.

"Forget it, it's too troublesome." Yan Hong covered his face again with the quilt, and the voice came out muffled, "I won't answer it for now, and I will talk about other things when I wake up."

Qing Ming knew that in the eyes of her lord at this moment, sleeping was the most important thing, so she bowed to him and retreated.

Yan Hong was sleeping soundly here, while Meng Dong had woken up early in the living room over there.

This is actually a very strange thing for him. After all, he grew up in this pavilion since he was a child, and he has long been accustomed to the life in this pavilion. It seems to be able to forget the many sufferings in this world.

Meng Dong's residence was facing the lotus pond, and it was also very close to Yan Hong's attic yesterday, so when he opened the courtyard door, he saw the pond full of lotus flowers that had just bloomed after the rain. brilliant.

Meng Dong grew up in this pavilion, he is very familiar with everything here, and his favorite place is this lotus pond.

When Qiwu Coffin was first built, there was no lotus pond, but deep in Meng Dong's memory, there was always such a one, where he played and laughed and spent all his innocent and carefree time.So when Meng Dong gradually grew up and began to be able to decide many things, he asked people to build such a pool in the Qiwu Coffin, and now it has become the most elegant place in the entire Qiwu Hall.

Meng Dong squatted down by the lotus pond. From his angle, he could clearly see the water droplets hanging on the petals and lotus leaves. When the sun rose higher and higher, these water droplets would slowly dissipate.

In fact, the lotus ponds in the world are probably similar, especially the one in front of him was built almost completely according to Meng Dong's wishes, and it is no different from the one in his memory, but when he squatted here again, he no longer had the same mood as that day.

Even if some things are exactly the same, they are no longer the same as before.

"My lord," the boy's voice woke Meng Dong from his thoughts, he responded, but without looking up, he reached out to touch the water droplets on the lotus leaf.

"Madam ordered someone to bring over a newly made robe for you to change into when you go out later."

Meng Dong's hand paused, and accidentally touched a pink petal. He simply stretched out his hand and tore off the lotus flower. Smiling with some unknown meaning, he snorted softly: "Lao Niang, I'm sorry."

The boy lowered his head and didn't dare to respond. He had been with Meng Dong for a short time, but he still couldn't figure out this man's temperament, let alone the relationship between their mother and son, so he had to learn to be cautious. Okay, I know that at this time, I shouldn't answer no matter what.

Meng Dong turned around and glanced at him, stood up, and stuffed the big lotus flower into his hand casually: "Go back and help me change clothes, the people from the palace are about to come."

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