Meng Dong

Yan Hong raised his head when he heard the words, and couldn't help but glanced at his mother, then a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he took a sip of the tea cup he had been holding in his hand, and then said: " I wish that all the people in this world would stare at me, wishing that I could inherit my father's heroism, wishing that I could take Jiangling City as my responsibility like his old man, and would do my best to protect the state of Chu, but only You mother, never expected me to be a great hero."

"If you don't want to, what's the point of standing up to the sky?" Mrs. Bai looked at her son, "Although you are the only son of your father, although you are very similar to him, there is no need to follow his life path." Continuation. The two of us gave birth to you not to have a son to inherit the family business. Your father was unlucky and died young, which made you have to protect yourself and avenge him all these years Bear the burden of humiliation. If he is still alive, he probably hopes that you can live freely and freely according to your own ideas."

Speaking of this, the smile on the old lady's face became even brighter: "In the eyes of people like your father, I have no future and no ability, so I will pin all my hopes on my sons and force them to follow their own ideas. Life. How can he tolerate being like that. "

Yan Hong thought of all the memories of his father when he was alive, and had to sigh that his mother was the person who knew his father best in the world after all, and her mother was probably the most transparent and free-spirited person in the world.He suddenly felt that his depressed mood was much better, and the expression on his face was also relaxed. He stretched his body, let himself lean on the back of the chair in a more comfortable posture, reached out and touched the jade pendant on his chest, absent-mindedly Asked: "Mother, how did you survive the years when my father Wang just passed away?"

"From the time I knew your father, Yu Shan knew in his heart that this man licks blood on the tip of his sword every day. Although he is brave and invincible, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it is very likely that he will end up in a horse leather shroud one day. "Old lady Bai narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression became more serious, "But even if he died, he should die on the battlefield in an upright manner, instead of being killed by a villain behind his back. I know that he will not rest in peace, so, I’m going to hold on and let the truth of all this come to light one day in the future.”

Yan Hong raised his eyes and looked at his mother's expression. He remembered the scene when his father had just passed away many years ago, and realized belatedly that he had never seen tears on his mother's face for so many years. It was also rare to see her miss her father so much, at first he probably thought it was his mother who was open-minded by nature, but now he felt that it was because his mother hid everything.

Although he has joked and persuaded his mother to remarry over the years, he has always been clear that in his mother's heart, there is always a place for his father, and it is a part that even his son cannot enter. .

In the early years, Yan Hong didn't understand love, and he didn't understand it until now. Sometimes if he doesn't mention it, it doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't miss it.

The old lady Bai sighed softly, and looked at her son lovingly: "Sometimes we always feel that if we are not around, we are lost. But you will gradually understand in the future, as long as you keep his presence in your heart , it will never really be lost.”

Yan Hong felt that for a moment, he suddenly became enlightened, and his spirit relaxed a lot. The drowsiness gradually hit him, and he simply fell asleep on the soft bed in his mother's room.Seeing his state, Mrs. Bai couldn't help laughing, covered him with a quilt, closed the doors and windows, and left the room with light steps.

Yan Hong slept very deeply this time, and had many vague dreams. In the dream, there was always a figure of a person. Every time he wanted to reach out to hold that person, he only saw a determined back, leaving him behind. He felt lost alone.

Because of the not-so-good dream, Yan Hong still felt a little uncomfortable when he woke up.He opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time before recalling where he was sleeping. When he sat up, he found that the room was empty, and his head was dizzy and painful.

Yan Hong shook his head: "Qingming!"

Qing Ming guarded the door for a long time, and immediately went in after hearing the words. Seeing Yan Hong who was distracted, he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "My lord, your complexion is not very good, do you want to invite the doctor to come and have a look?"

Yan Hong raised his hand, touched his forehead, and yawned: "Maybe it was cold last night, and you sent someone to bring over a bowl of hot soup to drive away the cold. Is there any movement in the army? Guessing the time, the people of the Southwest King should All of them have arrived at Jiangling City."

"General Gao sent someone to send a message. He has settled down for the time being, so that the prince can rest well, don't worry."

"I'm worried, of course not. It's just that the people from the Southwest King are here. I have to show up and discuss the next thing." Yan Hong squeezed his forehead, stood up and fell limp, "Where's mother?"

"The sun is just right outside at this time. The old lady went to the garden and ordered the small kitchen to prepare food for the prince. She said that after the prince has finished eating, he can go and do his own business, and there is no need to go to greet her old man." On Qingming The former waiter Yan Hong got up, "You don't have to worry about the things in the palace, the old man is in charge."

Yan Hong laughed, his mother seems to have been indifferent to world affairs for so many years, but she actually knows it well.When his father passed away suddenly, he was only over ten years old. Even though he was precocious and stable, he had no world affairs before and no city mansion. Without the arrangement and guidance of his mother, how could he be where he is today? ?He is naturally relieved that the old man is with her in the affairs of the palace.

After spending half the night on the river the night before, Yan Hong caught a cold to some extent, but luckily he was in good health, he drank a bowl of hot soup to dispel the cold, filled his stomach, and went straight to the army as if nothing had happened.

The Southwest army had already rested outside the city, and the Southwest general was welcomed into the city to study the battle situation with several generals. When Yan Hong arrived, the several generals immediately withdrew from the camp, leaving room for Yan Hong and the Southwest general.

The Southwest General looked extremely young, he had traveled all the way, but he didn't show the slightest fatigue.He was wearing a cyan gown with small sleeves. He was slender and straight, exuding a neat heroic spirit from the inside out. When he saw Yan Hong, he cupped his fists and said, "Xinan Qi Zhao has met the King of Nanjun."

Yan Hong replied: "It turned out to be General Qi. I have long heard that there is a heroic and extraordinary young general in the Southwest King's Army. Today I finally meet him."

Qi Zhao hooked his lips, and one of the corners of his lips was raised, revealing an inconspicuous dimple, then he restrained his smile, and said seriously: "The king of Nanjun has won the award, I am just an ignorant and incompetent reckless man. You can only fight and kill here, let alone being heroic."

Yan Hong's eyes lingered on his face for a while, and suddenly felt that this young man was very interesting. When he praised him, he could even feel his shyness, and when he rejected him, he was very serious, without any trace of politeness. It was hard for him to imagine that such a young man was killing all directions in the southwest and stabilizing the situation in the southwest for the king of the southwest.

He invited Qi Zhao to sit down, and ordered people to come and serve tea, and then slowly said: "The general's reputation in the southwest, I have heard a lot in Jiangling. The tribal rebellions around the southwest were all suppressed by the general. The general also trusts him a lot, otherwise how can he rest assured that the general will lead an army of tens of thousands to rush to help this time?"

"I don't have any other skills. I only know how to march and fight. Naturally, I want to do my best." Qi Zhao took a big sip of tea before continuing, "Actually, my prince doesn't feel at ease with me. Before the first expedition, he also tried to go with me, but the prince contracted the wind and cold the day before the expedition, so he had to stay in the southwest reluctantly."

Yan Hong's gaze has been focused on this young general, and he can clearly notice that when he mentions the Southwest King, there is an undisguised smile on his face, and his eyes are shining. Rumor has it that he also has an idea in his heart, and he took a sip of tea slowly: "Anyway, this time the King of Southwest agreed to join hands with me to save me Jiangling, he is the benefactor of my Jiangling father and elders, Yan Hong is really grateful. "

Qi Zhao shook his head: "Nanjun King doesn't have to be like this. Although I never ask my prince's decision, since he allows me to lead the army, he must have taken advantage of it after this battle. It's cooperation, so why benefactors?" Said. From my personal point of view, I heard about the prestige of Xiannan County King when I was young, and I admire it very much. Now that I have the opportunity to come to Jiangling, defend Xiannan County King's hard work and resist other countries, I am naturally very happy. So In this battle, the Southwest Army and I will do our best to defeat the Liang army and keep Jiangling City safe. I only hope that the King of Nanjun can abide by the agreement with my lord after the battle."

When Yan Hong was young, he always lived with his father in the army, and all he met were military generals. He always liked this straight-forward way of getting along with each other. Now, he felt much more relaxed when he met this straightforward and straightforward little general. He swiped his fingers across the table However, he finally couldn't help laughing, looked at the young man in front of him, and said seriously: "With the help of the general, it's no wonder that the king of the Southwest has become more and more ambitious and courageous. Don't worry, general, I always keep my word. I will definitely do what I promised to the King of Southwest, otherwise I am afraid that the general will come to me to settle accounts for my lord's grievances."

Qi Zhao heard the joke in Yan Hong's tone, and didn't refute. He lowered his head and took another sip of tea, before slowly saying, "Now that you've made it clear, you can invite a few more generals, and let's continue to discuss the military situation."

Yan Hong shook his head: "It's not urgent, the general has been working hard all the way, why don't I let them prepare a banquet first, how about I welcome the general?"

Qi Zhao opened his eyes wide and looked at Yan Hong, couldn't help but licked his lips, and finally shook his head: "Just prepare some food. People like us who march and fight, just eat what we have." Having said that, his voice became softer, "As for the wine, let's forget it, my prince doesn't allow me to drink outside."

Yan Hong stared at his reddish cheeks for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then I will not disobey the order of the Southwest King. Qingming, invite some generals back, and then order the stove to prepare meals Bring it."

Compared with the bustle in Jiangling City, the remote village outside Jiangling City seemed extraordinarily lonely and boring.

Meng Dong came out of Su Bi's room, and wanted to go back to his room to rest. His body was so-so, and it was somewhat unbearable to be drenched in the rain all night. Even after taking a hot bath, he still felt the chill continuously circulating in his body. , tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, still not sleepy.He could only stare at the dark roof, and couldn't help letting his thoughts wander.

In fact, for him, it was just a return to his life a long time ago.In the previous ten years or so, he spent most of his time like this.Su Bi didn't like seeing him, so since he fled Ningzhou and got a fixed residence, he spent a lot of time alone, so he learned patience and got used to this kind of loneliness.

But it only took Yan Hong a few months to make his past life unbearable.It seems that Yan Hong's influence on himself is far more than imagined.

In the past when he needed to be alone, Meng Dong mostly passed the time by reading books, that's why he has so many local chronicles.However, since he moved to the palace, he has brought most of them to the palace, and no one would think of bringing them out for him, so he really doesn't know now. What else can I do.

Fortunately for him, the local chronicles from all over the place that he spent a lot of effort to search for remained in the palace, and at least he could pass the boring time for that person.

But Yan Hong has always been a person who enjoys himself, he likes to do a lot of things, and he can always think of ways to find some fun for himself, unlike himself, the whole person is so boring.

Meng Dong hugged his knees and sat on the bed for a while, feeling more and more that the room was unbearably cold, he looked out the window, and finally went out.

Immediately outside the door, a young man greeted him. He was not a familiar face to Meng Dong, but his attitude was rather earnest: "My lord, do you have any orders?"

Meng Dong raised his head, the sun above his head made him a little dizzy, but he felt the long-lost warmth slowly pouring into his body, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.He looked around the dilapidated courtyard, and finally told the boy: "Find me a fishing rod."

The boy looked puzzled, and raised his head to look at Meng Dong in surprise, the smile on Meng Dong's face gradually disappeared, and his tone was a little impatient: "You have to report this kind of trivial matter to your wife before you go. do it?"

The boy hurriedly shook his head: "Young man, go prepare now."

Meng Dong stared at his busy back and narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the village.When he went out in the morning, he found a small pond at the entrance of the village. It may be an inconspicuous decoration in the eyes of others, but for him at this moment, it is a good place to spend time.

But even though he always had to fish with him during the time he spent with Yan Hong, Meng Dong felt that he was still not good at it, or, in his eyes, fishing also required a little luck, and he was never a lucky person. people.

In the stormy weather a few months ago, he caught the only fish in his life in the garden of the Qiwu Pavilion, and probably used up all his luck in this life.In the end, he returned the fish to the pond with his own hands.

But if it was in Yan Hong's eyes, maybe he was the one that escaped.

The young man was quite nimble, and he handled things properly. Not only did he find a fishing rod, but he also dug up a few earthworms and sent them over.When Meng Dong took the bamboo hat from him, he couldn't help but look at it in surprise, then took the fishing rod from him, and casually hung the bait on it.

Fishing is an extremely time-consuming thing. Fortunately, for Meng Dong now, he has nothing but a lot of time.

The weather during the day is not bad, the autumn is crisp and cloudless, although the sun is a bit dazzling, it is not as unbearable as summer.Meng Dong really sat down by the pond and started fishing with concentration and breathlessness.

He tried hard to focus all his attention on the pond, but he still couldn't help thinking about many things.For example, how Yan Hong patiently taught him how to fish that day, and how brilliant Yan Hong's smile was when he failed to catch fish again and again.

Meng Dong felt a little regretful, if he had brought his idea to the Nanjun Palace earlier, then he might have spent more time with Yan Hong, and there would be more memories in his mind. Now, he doesn't know if these are enough to support him through the rest of his life.

Maybe as time goes by, he will slowly forget that person, or he will always keep that person firmly in his heart.After all, it was the most relaxed and comfortable time in his life, and it was also the only time he enjoyed the unreserved care and love from others. It would probably be difficult to forget, right?

Perhaps Yan Hong should be a good teacher, but Meng Dong must not be a good student. He could clearly remember every word Yan Hong taught him that day, and followed every instruction he gave as much as possible, but...seeing the setting sun , When dusk came, he still didn't catch a fish.

Meng Dong tried his best to recall every action he made, but he didn't notice anything wrong with him, maybe he really didn't have any luck fishing.He threw the fishing rod aside casually, stood by the pond and looked at the deep water inside, and couldn't help thinking, if Yan Hong came to this place, he might not be able to catch fish.

The servant standing not far away probably couldn't stand it anymore, walked over lightly, and asked in a low voice: "Master, you have been sitting here for the whole afternoon, and lunch is useless, do you want to go back now?" For dinner?"

Meng Dong turned his head and glanced at him, couldn't help but look at the village not far away, and finally shook his head: "I don't have much appetite, you let me stay here alone."

The young man retreated in response, and returned to the pond after a while, put a cloak on Meng Dong's shoulders, and retreated again under Meng Dong's surprised eyes.

The sky darkened little by little, and the night gradually approached, but Meng Dong was still sitting by the pond, motionless.The dim moonlight above his head, reflected in the pond, made him feel more relaxed than that cramped room.Even at night, Meng Dong still didn't catch a single fish, and the boy dug up a lot of earthworms. After that, Meng Dong simply didn't bother to hang the bait, and just slipped the hook into the pond water, watching boredly.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, Meng Dong didn't turn his head, he just raised his head to look at the moon above his head, and said lightly, "Master Sun keeps his word, he said that it's time to come, and there will be no delay."

A middle-aged man's chuckle came from behind him: "Naturally, it should be punctual to meet His Highness, especially, in a few days' time, His Highness will regain control of the court and ascend the throne as emperor. If I still offend, I will be cheating." Your felony."

Meng Dong put down the fishing rod in his hand, turned his head to look at this short middle-aged man, the man had a smile on his face, he looked very submissive, but his eyes kept rolling, showing an uncomfortable shrewdness.

The name of this person was Sun Qianzhi, and he was a courtier of Meng Dong's father when he was in power, but his rank was not high at that time, so Meng Dong hardly had any impression of this person during his short career as the crown prince.Su Bi and him seem to have some old friends. At the beginning, Su Bi was able to escape Ningzhou smoothly with Meng Dong, all the way to Jiangling, it was mainly because of this person's management and arrangement.

If this person hadn't been in the Northern Liang Dynasty, Meng Dong probably wouldn't have had the chance to come to where he is today.

However, this is the first official meeting between the two.Meng Dong actually didn't know this person well, but he didn't believe that this person's help all the way to him was really loyal to his father as he said.After all these years, he is not so naive.

It's just that if he wants to return to Beiliang smoothly and get back everything he wants, Meng Dong will inevitably still have to rely on this person.If this person can successfully send himself back to the court, Meng Dong is willing to satisfy his greed as much as possible.

Meng Dong smiled faintly, looked at Sun Ganzhi and nodded: "Master Sun, we have finally met. Thank you for your care over the years. If my father knows that you have helped me so much, I must I will also be very grateful to you, sir."

Sun Qianzhi bowed slightly, and his attitude seemed very submissive: "As a minister, it is his duty to share the worries of His Highness. Over the years, I have been flattering and flattering under Guo Gu every day, but I can't help but think of His Majesty's words that day. Yinrong, thanks to His Highness's profound blessings, is today, after so many years of humiliation, it is finally about to come true."

"I am able to be what I am today, of course I can't do without the credit of my lord. In the future, after avenging my father, queen and queen, and getting back everything I deserve, I should be the first to reward my lord for my merits." Meng Dong lowered his eyes and lightly He said lightly, "If it weren't for the presence of adults, my country in Daliang would have been in the hands of thieves forever. How can I get back to heaven just by myself."

Sun Qianzhi saluted Meng Dong: "Your Highness is very polite." After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up straight, "It's frosty and dew heavy outside, we might as well go back, I still have a lot to report to Your Highness."

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