One Thousand and Thirty: Everyone's Abacus (6)

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Knowing that there was a pit in front of him, Liu Xi had no choice but to jump into it.

Nie Xun said, "Liu Xi thought it would take two or three years to take down the entire Northern Xinjiang, but he didn't expect to defeat Northern Xinjiang in just November. I have heard a lot of news from my lord. ——I have to admit that this Liu Xi is definitely the lord's confidant's serious trouble, and she can get rid of it as soon as possible to be at ease. If she doesn't do anything, let her stabilize the northern border and train a large number of cavalry, I'm afraid she will be able to sweep Dongqing—"

Zhu Qingning was dumbfounded. Hearing the word Liu Xi, the spring flower festival of that year appeared in his mind. The young man in commoner clothes and clogs hid among the branches covered with flowers. The brilliant scene is still as fresh as before.

Nie Xun didn't know what Zhu Qingning was thinking, he sighed, "I wouldn't want to plot against Liu Xi as a husband. But Liu Xi's position is too delicate, even if the lord doesn't provoke her, she won't let the lord go. Although she is a woman, her ambition is not as simple as one state and one county. If she wants to continue to expand her power, she must not avoid the lord, and sooner or later there will be a battle between the two—"

Jiang Pengji has already conquered the entire northern border, plus the two prefectures and one county in Dongqing, the territory is comparable to a country.

The protagonist, Huang Song, only has one place in Haozhou, so he is no match for Jiang Pengji in any respect.

Therefore, Nie Xun has to plan for Huang Song to close the gap between the two as much as possible.

A calculating gleam flashed in his eyes.

Nie Xun offered advice to Huang Song, with the intention of annexing Chenzhou, plotting half of Cangzhou and giving the other half of Cangzhou to Jiang Pengji.

If they can stabilize the two states and half of Cangzhou, Huang Song and Liu Xi will not have the capital to compete.

but--

Nie Xun looked down at his wife whose breathing was gradually steady, with a faint smile on his lips.

He didn't recognize Meng Zhan's kindness, but what Meng Zhan owed him, he had to get it back no matter what.

How about using the whole of Cangzhou to make compensation?

Nie Xun picked up Zhu Qingning horizontally and carried him back to his bedroom. Outside, there was a thunderstorm, thunder and lightning.

Compared with Nie Xun who guards his wife sweetly and happily, his compatriot brother Meng Heng is not so lucky.

Meng Heng was wearing a gray Confucian shirt, with mottled welts on the cuffs and the back of the shirt. Blood flowed from the open flesh. Thunderstorms rushed the blood from his wound to the ground. Even though he was in such a mess, he still tried to crawl to the ground where he was standing. Meng Zhan in the corridor.

"Father, son, please don't make mistakes again and again—"

Meng Zhan held a long whip in his hand, and there were some barbs on the body of the whip, and there were some blood beads hanging from the barbs.

This whip was used to teach the disobedient Meng family members. According to the clan rules, only clansmen who had committed serious mistakes would be whipped with this whip.

"Get lost—when did I have such an unfilial and disrespectful son like you?"

Meng Zhan sneered, as the years went by, he became more and more old, with a cold and gloomy look in his brows and eyes.

Meng Heng knelt down in the rainstorm, Yuguan went somewhere, and his long hair wet by the rain clung to his cheeks and back in embarrassment.

"Even if your younger brother Qu'er dies, the Meng family will not be your successor—I'm not dead yet!"

Meng Zhan was in a hurry, Meng Heng returned from studying abroad for several years, and followed him everywhere to fight against him. From the battle of Huangshui back then to the cooperation with Beijiang later, this son really deserves to be left by Gu Zhen to add to the trouble! Every time he saw him, Meng Zhan felt disgusted with thick phlegm sticking in his throat.

The corners of Meng Heng's lips were pierced, and the cold rain wet the wound, causing him to tremble in pain, but he still stubbornly said, "The ancestor Meng Jing slaughtered so many Qiang and Wu clans back then, and my father, as a descendant of Meng Jing, how could he do the opposite? , Going against the ancestors, helping foreigners? Now that Liu Xi has broken the northern border, he will turn around and settle this matter soon—Father, stop it, and don’t let the people of Cangzhou suffer.”

Because of Meng Zhan's troubles, the people of Cangzhou have had a difficult life for the past ten years.

However, Meng Heng, who is the eldest son of the Meng family, is helpless. He can't do anything, let alone protect the people of Cangzhou.

If Meng Zhan still insists on going his own way,

They are going to do everything they can in Cangzhou to fight against Liu Xi and Huang Song. It is only the common people who suffer.

Hearing Meng Heng's words, Meng Zhan laughed angrily, and threw out the long whip in his hand, and threw it directly on Meng Heng's face.

When the shadow of the whip passed by, a horrifying bloodstain appeared on Meng Heng's face, and the eyelid of his left eye was scratched, and the blood dripped half of his face.

"Come here - drag this unfilial son down, let him kneel down in the ancestral hall, and reflect on himself!"

If it wasn't for the dissuasion of the elders of the family, Meng Zhan really wanted to kill Meng Heng directly.

Holding back his anger, Meng Zhan threw everything in the study room clean.

The flickering candlelight shone on his face, and the corner of Meng Zhan's mouth curled into a sinister smile, like a rakshasa ghost.

"Liu Xi - Liu She -"

This pair of father and daughter caused him too much suffering, how could he willingly swallow this bad breath!

Being whipped by his father, drenched in heavy rain, and kneeling in the ancestral hall all night in wet clothes, even his body made of iron couldn't bear it. Unsurprisingly, Meng Heng had a high fever that night, his body was scorching hot, his consciousness was confused, and he was on the verge of life and death.

Three days later, he woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his left eye was covered by something, and the thick layer made his eyes uncomfortable.

"Lang Jun? Your husband is awake——"

Meng Heng's wife kept watch for three days and three nights, and when she saw him wake up, she almost wept with joy.

"I—" Meng Heng's throat was dry, and after he said a word, he felt a small knife cut his throat, "Water—"

His wife brought him water and helped him swallow it.

"Eyes?" Meng Heng weakly raised his hand to caress his left eye, but he only touched the thick white cloth.

"There is nothing wrong with your eyes. Fortunately, you only hurt your eyelids this time. The doctor said that if the razor blade is scraped deeper, your eyeballs will probably be destroyed." Meng Heng's wife sighed, and tidied up the dishes neatly. Sitting on the step blankly, his right eye is dull.

After a while, his wife brought him a bowl of bland porridge.

Meng Heng's eyes swept over her wrist, and the original gold bracelet with pearls and twisted silk was gone.

"Where's your bracelet?"

When his wife saw that he was recovering from a serious illness, he was still so careful, and her anger was extinguished.

"That's it."

"Is it done?"

"If it's not right, where did you get the money to buy you medicine and invite a doctor?" The wife sighed, fed him porridge, and said, "Since you lost your face and almost went blind, not even a single person from the Meng clan came. Throw you home to fend for yourself."

Meng Heng's hands trembled, and his exposed right eye shimmered with water vapor.

After a while, he said, "Follow me, it's hard for you."

The wife said, "One family, say two words—drink—you should stop begging for beatings in front of your father in the future."

Meng Heng drank the porridge with his head down, his eyes swept over his wife's protruding belly.

Speaking of it, my wife has been pregnant for five months, and the child in the womb needs nutrition, but I don't live up to it and let them suffer along with it.

The wife took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry.

She lowered her head, and Meng Heng's calm voice came from above her head.

"Zhaodi—how much money do you have at home?"

The wife murmured, "There are only thirty taels left."

"Thirty taels?" Meng Heng murmured, "Barely enough—"

"what you do?"

Meng Heng said, "I'll take you away—he doesn't recognize me as a son, but I can't help being responsible for you and the child."