One Thousand Eighty-Five: The Storm Rises Again (1)

Meng Heng stays to collect Meng Zhan's body, Jiang Pengji takes people away and leaves space for Meng Heng.

Everyone left, except Nie Xun.

Meng Heng knelt until his knees were numb, and it took him a while to regain his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nie Xun who couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Sincerely, your arm is still injured, it's not suitable for you to stay in the damp and cold dungeon—"

He laid Meng Zhan's cold body on the ground, opened his hands holding the sword, and loosened his curled fingers one by one.

Only then did Nie Xun come back to his senses, and there was a panting sound from his throat, as if he was enduring strong emotions.

"Wow--"

Nie Xun leaned on the wall with his good right hand and retched uncomfortably.

Meng Heng raised his hand to close Meng Zhan's wide eyes, as if he didn't notice Nie Xun's abnormal reaction.

"What is your relationship with Mengshi?"

Nie Xun used the back of his hand to wipe away the remaining stains at the corners of his mouth, panting, "Xun was born in the Nie family in Bianzhou, what is the relationship with the Meng family?"

"Patriarch Meng committed suicide, and Cheng Yun accidentally injured him in order to protect Heng, all of this is not your fault." Meng Heng paused his hand, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks to Cheng Yun's help today—otherwise, I would not be here today." The person lying on the ground at this moment is afraid that it will be permanent."

Nie Xun looked at Meng Heng's back complicatedly, his normally straight spine was slightly curled up now.

It's heartbreaking to see him alone.

"Xun thought that Liuzhou Mu was a person with the most affection and nature. After this incident, I realized that I was wrong. It was a big mistake." Nie Xun left the dungeon and saw Jiang Pengji without any surprise. He stepped forward and said, "Liuzhou Mu is so If you do it, aren't you afraid of creating a rift with Shi Jiu?"

"This is already the best situation. Cousin Heng is a smart man, he knows how to choose the best." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Meng Zhan's life cannot be saved, if his death can be exchanged for Meng's other Wouldn't it be beautiful for the clansmen to linger on their last days?"

According to common sense, even if Meng Heng has no resentment, to some extent there will be suspicion and separation from her.

What is the cost of doing this?

Montenegro has no one to protect!

Meng Heng has a generous and gentle personality, but that doesn't mean he's an emotional person.

On the contrary, he is calm and sensible.

"Meng Zhan is Cousin Heng's biological father, but the father-son relationship between them has long been worn down by Meng Zhan." Jiang Pengji looked at Nie Xun calmly, and said with a light smile, "People's hearts are complicated, but they are also very simple. If Cousin Heng wants to blame me, I have nothing to say."

Hearing this, Nie Xun's throat rolled a few times, and he looked at Jiang Pengji with a bit of shock.

"You—you already guessed my identity?"

Nie Xun was almost certain that Jiang Pengji knew the truth.

"I'm afraid you don't know, but your face is very similar to that of your aunt. Many years ago, my aunt told me that her youngest son who died young was born with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows." Jiang Pengji smiled, "At first glance When I saw you, I just thought this face was familiar. Later, I learned from Bogao that you came to Dongqing to seek relatives, and then I began to suspect. But there is no evidence, so I am not sure. Until Cousin Heng escaped from Cangzhou, you Only by taking extra care of him can I be sure—why, do you have admiration for Meng Zhan?"

Nie Xun gritted his teeth, "How is this possible?"

Meng Zhan had never raised him, and even cruelly let the bastard take over his identity, and buried him in the cold ground when he was less than a month old——

But if he was a little less lucky, his life would have been gone long ago.

To him, Meng Zhan was just a stranger who was related by blood.

Jiang Pengji sneered, "Since that's the case, wouldn't it be even more unreasonable for you to hate me?"

Nie Xun was so choked that he couldn't speak.

After a while, Nie Xun looked at his hands, the blood on them had dried up.

"Isn't Liuzhou Mu afraid of revenge if he designs a man's son to kill his father?"

Jiang Pengji said, "You and I have opposing positions. My enemies are numerous. One more than you is not too many, and one less than you is not too many. The winner will be the king, and the loser will be the bandit. If one day, I become your enemy." Prisoner, this life is whatever you want—"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Pengji passed Nie Xun and left here without looking back.

Not far away, she saw a familiar figure standing at the end of the long street, and she felt a little warmth in her heart.

She doesn't need others to understand her, but if someone is willing to talk to her, it may be the biggest gain.

The times are special, and Meng Zhan is a prisoner, so his funeral must be kept simple.

But when Meng Zhan's coffin was buried in the ground, Meng Heng lost a lot of weight, and the clothes that originally fitted him looked empty.

In order to avoid suspicion, no one from the Meng family came to the funeral, which made the funeral procession seem sparse and desolate.

If Wei Ci, Feng Zhen and others hadn't attended the funeral for Meng Heng's sake, they would have been even more depressed.

Although Jiang Pengji did not attend, Meng Zhan's mourning hall would have been smashed to pieces by the people of Meng County without her support.

"I really don't know what good deeds Meng Zhan did in his previous life. He has done all the bad things in this life. After his death, there is still a good son who will throw the pot for him to die."

Meng Hun's grievance was avenged, but the depression in his heart was not so easy to untie.

If nothing happened to his wife and daughter, now he should have his grandson in his arms and be a happy and peaceful father-in-law.

Feng Zhen poured wine for Meng Hun with a smile, and then filled the bottle for himself, "Why don't Captain Meng have another room? The revenge of my sister-in-law and niece has been avenged, and you should see it. The dead are gone, the living That's it. You have a good life, and they can feel at ease under the nine springs."

Meng Hun shook his head, he didn't want to continue the string.

In this life, I just want to be loyal to my lord, to repay the kindness of knowing and saving my life back then.

Feng Zhen seemed to say casually, "Meng Zhan is dead, and the grievances and grievances of the past have finally come to an end."

Meng Hun snorted and put down the wine bottle with a bang.

"Zi really don't need to beat around the bush, he's a rough guy, just say what you have to say."

Feng Zhen was not embarrassed, but smiled freely. "Since Lieutenant Meng has spoken, he is telling the truth. The disaster Meng Zhan caused is not as bad as his heirs. My lord will treat the offspring of the Meng family with care. I will let you know about this matter first, so as not to worry about it. Uncomfortable. Besides, Shijiu is the lord's cousin, not lacking in talent, and will be reused in the future, Captain Meng and him—"

Discord between civil and martial arts is a big taboo.

Meng Hun was silent for a while, and asked, "Is this what the Lord means?"

Feng Zhen smiled and said, "It's not the lord, I really guessed."

Meng Hun gulped down the wine in the wine bottle, and snorted, "Meng Shijiu has defected to the lord for a while, do you think I feel sorry for him?"

Feng Zhen bowed his hands and complimented, "Lieutenant Meng is broad-minded, this is really overthinking, and I will punish myself."

Meng Hun raised his hand to stop him, and said angrily, "There is only one jar of good wine, how much do you want to drink?"

When the funeral was over, Meng Heng immediately changed his mourning clothes and put on a light-colored plain dress with a plain white belt tied around his waist.

That night they went to look for Jiang Pengji.

"I thought Cousin Heng would come to see me sooner—"

Jiang Pengji was not surprised by Meng Heng's visit.