Two Hundred and Twelve: Bandits, or Kill, or Capture (2)

The man staggered off the horse, his foot was unsteady, and he almost tripped on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

He stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, slightly relieving the sting of chapped lips, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he knelt straight on the ground, secretly relieving his breathing rhythm, while secretly recalling what he had prepared before. rhetoric.

After a long time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, the man hastily pinched his thigh secretly, using the pain to dispel his drowsy consciousness, his chest thumped like thunder, and the sound of such a strong and powerful heartbeat was heard Ears appear extremely clear.

He lowered his head, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a blue-brown color passing by his side, and went straight to sit down on the seat, leaving a mellow fragrance in the air.

Even though there are frequent chaos in Meng County, Meng Zhan, the patriarch of the Meng family and the sheriff of Meng County, still lives a refined and elegant life.

After a while, the man at the top asked him, "Has Mr. Erlang arrived in Shangjing?"

The voice had the calmness unique to this age, the tone was elegant and tactful, and there was a certain elegance, as if reciting a poem.

This kind of speaking tone has been fashionable in the past two years, and it can be regarded as a popular fashion among the nobles. Many people deliberately pursue it, arty.

Some people learn it and appear to be artificial, like a drake with a hoarse voice. Those who don't know it will think that the person has a voice problem.

Some people have a unique voice, and the tone of speech seems to be tailor-made for them, and there is a bit of elegance when they speak.

Meng Zhan belonged to the latter group. Many noble ladies of Cangzhou gentry secretly praised him for his elegance and elegance, and he could suck away the souls of others with just one opening.

The face of the servant kneeling below darkened, and he slammed his head on the ground. The sound of the impact was dull and powerful, and even the ground trembled.

Hearing this, the subordinate's blood faded away and his face was as pale as paper. He knocked his forehead on the ground, his fingers were still trembling secretly.

His palms secreted sweat quickly, and soon became wet, showing his uneasiness.

"Small incompetence, failed to fulfill the master's entrustment... Erlang-jun, Erlang-jun, he was, was... caught by that traitor Meng Hun."

Meng Zhan's eyes lit up, and he threw the tea bowl in his hand, hitting the subordinate's forehead, and splashed the hot tea all over his face.

"Mr. Erlang was taken away by Meng Hun?" He slightly opened his slender peach eyes, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes were stained with fierceness, and asked in a sullen tone, "Sending a team of you over there, even Mr. Erlang's You can't even protect your safety, what use is the Meng Mansion wanting you trash!"

In front of the ordinary people and even the Hejian County Sheriff, he was still arrogant and domineering in front of the leader, but now he dared not even say a word of excuse.

As Meng Zhan's follower, he knew too well what was the right way to do it. Arguing would only make the other party furious and even kill him.

There was a cut on his forehead, blood was flowing, tea stains mixed with blood dripped all over his face, and he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

After waiting for a while, Meng Zhan's anger had cooled down a little, and the subordinate said tremblingly, "Please calm down, master. This matter is not a small matter of not enjoying yourself to protect Mr. Erlang, but it has a reason. Meng Hun's gang of thieves also So cunning and insidious..."

Meng Zhan didn't bother to listen to the other party's excuses, so he said directly, "That white-eyed wolf has caught Qi'er, what exactly does he want?"

No matter what, he is also the patriarch of the Meng family, a man who sits firmly as the sheriff of Meng County, and this simple thing can still be seen.

If Meng Ting had already died, this lowly servant who was greedy for life and afraid of death would not have dared to return to Meng County, and would have fled long ago.

"My lord is wise, that rebellious minister really wanted to use Mr. Erlang as a hostage to extort money and food. I was afraid that the thief would not treat Mr. Erlang wholeheartedly, so I ran on the whip and exhausted more than ten fast horses, so I hurried back and went to the court. Master reports the news."

As he spoke, he took out an object wrapped in silk cloth from his arms, and raised his hands above his head respectfully, "Master, please look into it."

Meng Zhan winked at the maid beside him, and the silk package was brought up.

He opened it and saw that there were two letters inside.

One was written by my own son, with a rather smug tone, full of contempt for Meng Hun's actions this time.

The other was written in unfamiliar handwriting, briefly stating that they could not kill Meng Ji, but their request must be met. r />

"Hehe... Qu'er only said to give five hundred stones, but this letter changed to two thousand stones... I was born as a pariah, and my eyelids are shallow."

Meng Zhan threw the letter aside casually, with undisguised contempt and contempt in his eyes.

The leader of the retinue swallowed, and said, "Master, this food...do you really want to give it to him?"

Meng Zhan said leisurely, his peach blossom eyes, which seemed drunk but not drunk, were stained with arrogance, "Give it, why not?"

The leader of the retinue showed astonishment.

"It's just two thousand shi, and only people from such a poor and untouchable background would value it so much." Meng Zhan snorted, and said coldly, "Follow my order, go to the grain depot to mobilize three thousand shi, and send a special grain team to deliver Go, everything depends on Mr. Erlang's safety... As long as he accepts the food, all grievances and grievances will be wiped out! And it will be my boss, the last breakup fee for him..."

The leader of the retinue was confused, three thousand stones of food?

All to Meng Hun?

Meng Hun lion opened his mouth, but only asked for two thousand stones.

Seeing that he was confused and didn't understand, Meng Zhan smiled inwardly and didn't bother to explain.

Why did Meng Hun rebel against the Meng family?

Why set fire to the Duwei's Mansion?

Why do you want to chase and kill Meng Bing thousands of miles away?

Isn't it in the name of avenging his wife and daughter?

Now, just two thousand stones can make Meng Hun give up killing Meng Bing, what does this mean?

It means that the innocence and even the lives of his wife and daughter can be bought out with only two thousand shi of grain, that's the price.

That being the case, his old club should be more generous!

Meng Hun sold his wife and daughter cheaply, and he kindly gave an extra thousand shi.

The seemingly generous behavior actually hides contempt and humiliation.

Three thousand shi of grain is not even a drop in the bucket for the Meng family.

Meng Hun really dared to take this batch of grain, and when Meng Ji was safe, the Meng family would dare to spread the news.

From then on, the bloody men who avenged their wives and daughters were nothing but deceitful people, and they could all be sold with some food.

When the lady in the backyard heard that Meng Ji had been arrested, she was very worried and panicked at first, but soon became at ease again.

She elegantly twirled a piece of pastry, and said disdainfully, "I was born as a pariah. I have no backbone. I can do anything for a ration. This can be regarded as selling a wife and daughter. If I had known today, why bother?" At the beginning? After losing his wife and daughter, he would remarry and be born again. There was such a big commotion, and he lost his status as a captain, and caused my son to suffer and suffer, and caused the gentleman to devote all his energy to Meng County..."

Meng Hun's wife and daughter were also from untouchable backgrounds, how could they compare with the noble-blooded Qu'er?

She didn't blame the mother and daughter for tarnishing Quer's reputation.

"Ahhh-"

Meng Hun sneezed, and raised his hand to pinch his itchy nose, attracting the gazes of the two people around him.

"Ahem, bury it well..." Meng Hun said a little unnaturally, "I'll go to another place to see how the arrangement is." (To be continued.)