Meng Dong

Meng Dong's body was already very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Perhaps it was because after a short separation, the time they spent alone like this was particularly precious.

There was still a while before dinner time, because Yan Hong was still wearing armor, and his whole body was stained with blood from the battlefield. Meng Dong also stayed on the tower for several days, looking quite embarrassed, so the two went first I went back to the attic, took a shower and changed my clothes. After all, I tidied up neatly before going to the old lady's courtyard.

Meng Dong took a shower first, changed into a clean shirt, and lazily leaned on the bed, looking at the shadowy figure inside through the screen.While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard Yan Hong chuckle: "How boring is it to watch through the screen? It seems that Qingming should prepare a bathtub for two people in the future, and it will save you. At this time, you know how to watch from a distance." .”

Meng Dong came back to his senses and saw that Yan Hong had come out from behind the screen, with a middle coat casually draped over his body, and he hadn't had time to tie it.The water droplets on the body soaked the fabric, making the tight body more obvious.

Meng Dong licked his lower lip, looked at Yan Hong with a playful look, and immediately withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, and said to the door: "Qingming, my lord has finished washing, let someone come in and clean it up. By the way, make a pot for me Tea, I haven’t had a good cup of tea in the tower these few days.”

Yan Hong sat down next to Meng Dong, and unceremoniously wiped the water droplets on Meng Dong's body. His long wet hair was still dripping with water, and it also fell on Meng Dong's lap, causing Meng Dong to sigh softly. The smile on the face is more obvious.

He wrapped his arms around Meng Dong's shoulders, buried his face in Meng Dong's neck, took a deep breath, touched Meng Dong's collarbone with the other hand, and said slowly after a while: "It's more obvious to touch than to look at. The meat that took so much effort to raise is gone in just a few days?"

He raised his head and looked at Meng Dong while he was talking: "Although Xu Weidan doesn't seem very reliable, since I dare to entrust him with the task of defending the city, it means that he is competent. Why do you have to spend all day?" Follow and guard, and suffer so much for nothing."

Meng Dong raised his hand and wiped the water from Yan Hong's face: "It's not that I'm worried about Xu Weidan, it's just that the enemy attacked the city, and you let me stay in the mansion without peace, not to mention, I want to prove it to you. Although I am a little bit arrogant and indulged by you now, I can still suffer."

"After more than ten years of suffering, it's hard to live a few days in peace. Why do you have to endure hardship?" Yan Hong sighed softly, "I just want to raise you to be more arrogant because I know you are too willing to endure hardship. , shouldn't it be better for you?"

"However, this time you go out again, I want to be by your side." Meng Dong lowered his eyes, "Even if I stay in the tent all day and cannot go to the battlefield to fight the enemy side by side with you, I still want to be closest to you Only in this way can I feel more at ease. But I know that you are not willing."

Yan Hong met Meng Dong's gaze, saw the light shining in his eyes, and nodded after a long time: "Of course I don't want you to suffer, but you have proved it to me, even if you don't have to follow me to the army to suffer, You may not live well if you stay in the mansion alone. At least stay with me, no matter what you eat every day, I can always make you fatter. What's more..." Yan Hong rolled his eyes, smiling The face bloomed little by little, "Why don't I want to see you every day."

Meng Dong stretched out his right hand and hooked the little finger of Yan Hong's right hand with his little finger: "Then this time, let's make a deal, we've made a deal, we won't break our word."

Yan Hong hugged him in his arms, let out a chuckle, and then nodded earnestly: "A word is a deal, and I will never break my word."

His wish came true, and Meng Dong was very happy. He leaned on Yan Hong's shoulder and thought about the battle he had experienced today: "Will you delay the attack on the capital when you withdraw your troops back?"

"I only brought back [-] reinforcements, and it won't affect the overall situation." Yan Hong held Meng Dong's fingers in his palm, rubbing the back of his hand with his fingertips, "Estimating the time, by the time we can get back, we should have already taken it." After arriving in Jizhou City, the Southwest King's side is also going well, and it will happen to be able to join forces in the capital at that time."

"This time, Yan Tai really lost his wife and lost his army." Meng Dong thought, "If he used all his troops to defend the city, he might still be able to fight. At least Jizhou City won't be so fast. If they lose, they even have a chance to fight back. But they just made such a big bet, and the key point is that they lost.”

"Because in Yan Tai's heart for many years, Jiangling has always been a big rock hanging in mid-air. Back then, my father and king made military exploits because of taking down Jiangling. He was quite prestige in the court, and because he was stationed in Jiangling for many years, he was loved by the people. He is also well-known among the people, which made him almost lose his throne. Afterwards, he tried every means to get rid of my father, but he stopped because of the elite soldiers in Jiangling City, and he couldn’t kill the roots anymore. He indulged me to this day and became a confidant Big trouble. He has already developed a deep obsession with Jiangling City. In his heart, as long as Jiangling is taken down, all the crises in front of him can be resolved." Yan Hong smiled softly, "Sometimes I really wonder, What is my uncle's reason for sitting on the throne for so many years? No wonder the Southwest King couldn't tolerate it and finally wanted to replace him."

"With Yan Tai in front of us for comparison, the King of Southwest really has a chance to become a good emperor who will go down in history." Meng Dong smiled softly, "If Yan Tai spends all his thoughts on intrigue and elimination of dissidents on governing the country, Maybe it won’t end up like this today.”

"Yes, at least if he didn't attack my father that day, my father would never care about his throne for the rest of his life. Maybe if he wanted to, my father would be willing to expand the territory for him. Strengthen the strength of the Chu State. Maybe he really has the opportunity to leave a good name in the history." Yan Hong said, "It's a pity that if the throne is won by the Southwest King in the future, all the sins of Yan Tai's past will be magnified. , All the good deeds he has done will be covered up, and this has been the case in all dynasties, and the losers are not worthy of being remembered by history."

Meng Dong lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he slowly said: "I don't know how the history will record my father in the future. Maybe he is also a loser who has great ambitions, but trusts others and is eventually murdered, ruining the great country." Meng Dong Let out a self-deprecating laugh, "I don't know how Sun Qianzhi will mention me when he becomes the emperor and asks people to compile history books. However, it may also be in his eyes that my existence and the things I have done with him Things are not visible, maybe he won't mention me at all, only a poor former prince died in the sea of ​​fire with his parents and family when he was seven years old."

Yan Hong stretched out his hand and gently touched Meng Dong's face: "Sun Qianzhi is really not worthy of writing history books for you. Besides, it's not certain whether he can sit on the throne." He turned his head and stamped Meng Dong's forehead. The next kiss, "Isn't it just a history book? If Beiliang can write it, why can't we write it? After a few days, when we arrive at the capital and join the Southwest army, I will negotiate with the Southwest King first and ask him to find someone to come here." How about compiling the history books of Beiliang, in which you, your father, and your family are all determined by yourself?"

Meng Dong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, he took Yan Hong's hand back, and shook his head lightly: "Although I was a little bit tempted, maybe after being with you for a long time, the whole person has become lazy, and I don't want to hurt myself. To cause such a big trouble." He bent his eyes and raised his hand to touch his chest, "All the past related to Beiliang ended on that rainy night, there is no former prince, I am just Meng Dong, from now on Days, I just want to be with you day and night."

Yan Hong put his hand on his, and his fingertips landed on Meng Dong's chest. Through the thin cloth, he touched the obvious scar, and replied softly, "Well, from now on, it will only be you and me, day and night. together, and nothing else."

The two had a conversation, when someone knocked on the door, Qingming got a response, brought the brewed tea in, Yan Hong took it directly, and fed Meng Dong a small bowl of tea in the posture of the two leaning against each other. He raised his head, drank the remaining half bowl, smacked his tongue, shook his head and said: "After the weather gets cold, there will be no new tea, and I don't know if there is any good tea in the imperial city. I've discussed it with the Southwest King, I don't care about other things, but like good tea and wine, I have to bring them back to Jiangling."

Meng Dong smiled and shook his head, sat up from Yan Hong's arms, took the robe Qingming found, and said to Yan Hong: "After drinking tea, it's almost time, madam is waiting for us to have dinner together, You have been away from the mansion for so many days, and you will be leaving again in a few days, take advantage of this time, and spend more time with her old man."

Yan Hong yawned: "According to my mother's habits, I'm afraid I wish I wouldn't disturb her. It's still fresh to have dinner together tonight. If I wake up tomorrow morning and have breakfast, at most until noon, I will be beaten by her old man." If she is driven out, it will disturb her rare cleanliness."

Meng Dong blinked, and said doubtfully: "But in the first few days when you left, I had the opportunity to go to the wife's room every day, chat with her, or play chess, or do nothing, feed the rabbit as you like. After chatting for a few words, I didn't see Madam getting bored."

Yan Hong stretched out his hand to touch Meng Dong's face, and said helplessly, "Who would be bored with a face like yours?" He touched his chin while talking, he was so busy all the way, he didn't have time to clean up I already had stubble on my chin, thinking about how vicissitudes I look now, Yan Hong shook his head lightly, "If I can look a little more like my father and king, maybe my mother will still be willing to look like me again." Save me a few more meals." He was talking, recalling Meng Dong's words just now, "In my impression, after I was eight years old, my mother would never waste a single bit of time playing chess with me. Sure enough, my son The treatment is different from that of a daughter-in-law.”

Meng Dong narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard those two words. He looked back at Yan Hong from the front of the bronze mirror, and seeing that Yan Hong's face was not obviously teasing, he responded to his topic: "Have you Think about it, why Madam never wants to play a game of chess with you after you were eight years old?"

"Probably because you think I'm no longer cute after I'm eight years old?" Yan Hong scratched his hair, "I seemed a little naughty back then."

Meng Dong shook his head helplessly: "When I was chatting with Madam earlier, I heard her old man mention it, because from then on, Madam discovered that she would never be able to beat you when she played chess. It was a chess game that she knew she would lose. , I don’t want to waste any more time on it.”

Yan Hong frowned, and seemed to try his best to recall it, as if he had retrieved a little memory, raised his eyebrows and said: "Then mother, she really doesn't have any desire to survive." Glancing at the low table on the slump, there was still the endgame on it, with a posture that had been put on forever, "It's not like our Mr. Meng, who just studied this game of chess for several months."

Mentioning the game of chess, Meng Dong couldn't help frowning. He lowered his head and tied his clothes, and glared at Yan Hong who hadn't moved yet: "Then the prince can study the chess game here by himself. I'm going to have dinner with my wife."

Yan Hong laughed, but still maintained the posture of leaning on the soft bed, and stretched out his hand towards Meng Dong: "Wait for me?"

Meng Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at him for a long time, finally couldn't bear it, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Hong's hand, and pulled him up from the slump.

After Yan Hong changed his clothes and tied up his hair, the two held hands and walked towards the old lady's courtyard side by side.

It had just snowed during the day, and even though the servants of the palace were very diligent and cleaned up all the snow that fell on the veranda, as far as the eye could see, it was still a dazzling white. Compared with Yan Hong, Meng Dong preferred In such a scene, the pace is much slower, looking around while walking, and reaching out from time to time to shake the snow off the passing branches, watching the snowflakes falling profusely.

It was rare for Yan Hong to see his childish appearance, and he cherished it very much, so he slowed down and let him watch and play, but reached out and put the hood on the cloak on for Meng Dong, covering his slightly red ears.

Meng Dong shook his head, his eyes twitched into a smile: "After dinner, let's build a snowman in the yard together?"

Yan Hong is a Jiangling native through and through, and he has never seen such a heavy snow in his memory. Although it is a bit novel, he doesn't know the fun of it, but he wants to follow Meng Dong's wish, so he replied: "If you want to see , let Qingming find two people to make one later, and we can see it after we finish our dinner."

Meng Dong shook his head: "Of course it's fun to make a snowman by yourself. Wait a minute..." After he finished speaking, he looked around, walked around the corridor, grabbed a large ball of snow from the yard, and squeezed the snow ball into snow The ball, and then pinched it back and forth, and after a while, he spread his palm towards Yan Hong, "This is for you."

Yan Hong looked towards his palm, and there was a little rabbit made of snow lying on it. Although its facial features were not very clear, it was still recognizable from its long ears.Yan Hong looked at the little rabbit, then took his eyes off the rabbit, looked at Meng Dong, saw the undisguised smile on his face, stretched out his hand to take the little rabbit, and held it with the other hand. Meng Dong's cold hand: "Although you still think about that little thing at this time, I'm still very happy."

When he said this, he looked down at the little rabbit in his hand, and said to himself: "I have to ask Qingming to find a way so that this little thing will never melt."

Meng Dong laughed: "Then let Qingming take a good headache, let's go eat."

When the two arrived at the old lady's courtyard, the old lady was hugging her little rabbit and watching the snow in the corridor. When she saw the two of them coming from a distance, a smile appeared on her lips: "It's a coincidence. The dishes are ready, and I am about to send someone to invite you."

Meng Dong smiled and replied: "It's the lord who said that I haven't seen my wife for a long time, and I miss you very much. I came here earlier to have a good talk with you." After he finished speaking, he took his own from the hand of the maid beside him, "This little one Things seem to have gotten a little fatter these days."

Mrs. Bai handed the rabbit in her hand to the maid, took Meng Dong's arm by herself, looked at her son again, and then walked into the house: "Other rabbits don't have much appetite when winter comes, but this one is an exception. The weather is cold. Can't go out, and spend most of the day eating, which is very similar to Hong'er when he was a child."

Yan Hong, who had just stepped into the door, was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the little thing in Meng Dong's arms that was rubbing his head affectionately against Meng Dong's chest. Meng Dong pulled it out of his arms, and handed it back to Qing Ming: "It's time for dinner, go prepare some hot water for you Mr. Meng to wash your hands." Seeing Qing Ming take the little thing down, he turned to the old man again. Humanely, "Even if you can eat it again, you will still have to trouble your mother in the days to come."

Old Madam Bai wasn't surprised at all, but just glanced at Meng Dong: "This time, I'm finally willing to take Dong'er with me?"

Yan Hong nodded, stretched out his hand and pinched Meng Dong's face: "It's only been [-] days, and the whole person has lost so much weight, so it's more reassuring to bring it with you. It's just that the war in the capital city doesn't know how long it will take to end. For a period of time, no one in the mansion can talk to mother to relieve boredom."

"When Dong'er didn't enter the mansion, I didn't see any of those people you raised in the mansion came to talk with me." Mrs. Bai said, "Although it's good to have someone to accompany me, I don't think I'll be fine if I'm alone. It can be done."

"Cough," Yan Hong coughed lightly, did not continue the first half of the sentence, but only said the second half, "Then what is your mother going to do?"

The old lady Bai took a sip of tea slowly, and said slowly: "I have already greeted the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple. When you come back from the victory, just pick me up and celebrate the New Year with you."

"Qingyun Guan?" Yan Hong clicked his tongue, "If I didn't know that it was because the memorial tablet enshrined in the temple, I would have wondered whether you have taken a fancy to a Taoist priest in the temple."

Meng Dong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and glared at Yan Hong: "My lord, pay attention to your words."

The old lady Bai laughed: "He always looks like this without any scruples in front of me, I just don't care about it. But now it's all right, someone will take care of it for me." The old lady Bai laughed, "However, since the two of you are going to the capital, and you don't know how long it will take you to come back, then before you leave, let me give you one of my concerns." She glanced at Meng Dong as she spoke, "Morning Dong’er and I mentioned it when we came back, and I ordered someone to start to do it. Anyway, Hong’er is naturally very happy with this kind of thing, so let’s take advantage of the free time and get it done.”

Yan Hong was slightly surprised, and glanced at Meng Dong, and found that the roots of his ears had gradually turned red, and the same redness, and a pair of watery eyes, couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

"Your marriage with Dong'er," the old lady Bai said indifferently, "I know that the two of you have drank the wine before and entered the bridal chamber, and it is considered a life-long marriage, but from my point of view, you have to pay homage once. Then let Dong'er offer me a cup of tea and change his words, then we are completely married. When I married your royal father, your royal grandfather was dissatisfied with my background, so he didn't allow us to hold a wedding banquet. The two of us It's just that I drank a bowl of wine with the soldiers in the army, and worshiped your imperial grandmother's spiritual throne, and it was considered a marriage. Although I don't care about this matter in my heart, I know that this is a regret in your father's heart. I will always help him fulfill this wish."

Mu Tianli

After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands lightly, and a maid invited Xiannan County King's spiritual seat into the hall and placed it on top of the main seat.The old lady Bai took out a silk handkerchief, stroked the dust that did not exist on the spiritual tablet, sat down on the chair on the other side, and said softly: "When your father was alive, he couldn't spend much time with you. Get along with each other, but in his heart, his greatest expectation for you has always been to hope that you can live a comfortable life. After he passed away, although there were some ups and downs in the middle, but fortunately, you are still living a comfortable life. Come to think of it, he Under the Nine Springs, I am also satisfied."

Yan Hong closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Meng Dong's hand, and the two of them knelt down on the cushion in front of them. Mrs. Bai's personal maid raised her voice, "Bow to heaven and earth, kowtow..."

The two leaned forward slowly, knocked their heads on the ground, and then straightened up.

"Second obeisance to the high hall, kowtow..."

"Happy husband and wife..."

"Licheng!"

Yan Hong took Meng Dong's hand and stood up from the ground, with a gentle smile on his lips, he looked straight ahead, and in front of him were the two most important relatives in his life, turned his eyes, and beside him was his lover who would join hands together in the future .

Yan Hong has always felt that in this life, he needs the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. It was not until this moment that he truly felt complete.

He turned around, took the teacup from Qing Ming, and handed it to Meng Dong: "Meng Dong, serve tea to parents."

From just now, Meng Dong's eye circles have been red all the time. Tears were about to overflow from his eyes, but he tried hard to suppress them. He took a deep breath, took the teacup from Yan Hong's hand, and held it in front of Mrs. Bai. Kneeling down, he said respectfully: "Father, mother, please drink tea."

Old Madam Bai turned her head and glanced at Yan Chang's spirit seat beside her, with a smile on her lips, took the teacup from Meng Dong's hand, and took a sip slowly.

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I know that someone ordered Southwest King's episode before, but I didn't plan to write their episode. Their character design is a new pit that I have thought about for a long time, and writing it here is also a test of the water.The protagonist of Xinkeng is similar to them, but the background of the story is brand new, because I am not willing to write a series of articles.The characters will also be more plump, in short, I will try my best to make you like it.The Xinkeng copywriting has been sent out. If you are interested, you can go to the column to bookmark it. After I finish the driver's license test, it is expected to open in July.

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Rui Wang Yanjing had been looking forward to ten years before he had the chance to leave the capital and have his own fief, but within a few days he was almost killed as a spy of the enemy army.

After that, the long sword that almost cut through his neck and the stern face of the sword bearer became Yan Jing's lingering nightmare.

Half a year later, Yan Jing returned to Beijing to report on her duties, and met the culprit again, and found that the other party was actually Cui Wei, the younger brother of the queen she hated the most, who was crowned marquis for his military exploits because of his military exploits.

Old and new hatred intertwine, Yan Jing regards Cui Wei as a thorn in his side, and opposes him everywhere, making the court restless, and the common people know it.

Years later, Yan Jing was finally able to ascend the throne after many ups and downs. The historian recompiled the history book and asked the Holy One how to evaluate Xuanping Hou Cuiwei.

Yan Jing pondered for a long time, then suddenly turned to look at the people around her: Lord Hou, why are you blushing again?