Two Hundred and Thirty Nine: Qi Vomiting Blood (8)

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239: Qi vomiting blood (eight)

The friend lowered his eyebrows, stepped forward and gently persuaded, "Mr. Meng, please let me be sad, don't be too sad."

However, the pain of losing a child in middle age, how can such a tragedy of human relations be soothed by a light comfort?

Meng Zhan supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, and his fingers trembled visibly to the naked eye. Because of too much force, the fingertips of his fingers turned blue and white.

Seeing his bulging veins and gloomy face, my friend stopped talking, just sighed softly, and stepped aside.

Obviously, what Meng Zhan needs now is not dry reassurance from others, but a quiet space where he can be alone and calm down from this sudden and huge blow... However, Meng Zhan obviously doesn't want to be quiet, he I just want to find out about Meng Ji's death.

His good son, although he has some small problems and made small mistakes, so what?

The Meng family has been extremely prominent since the founding of the previous dynasty, and it has been passed down to this day. The family has a big business, and it can completely help Meng Ting to take care of anything.

If I had known that such a thing would happen if I sent him to Shangjing to avoid the limelight, I should have taken up the pressure and protected him under my wings.

It's all right now, he went to Huangquan Road at a young age, and let him, the old father, a white-haired man send a black-haired man to him!

After all, Meng Zhan was a man, stronger than the crying concubine beside him.

After vomiting blood several times, the brain dazzled by hatred could barely regain some sanity.

"Bring him up... I want to ask... who is so daring, who dares to be so cruel to Qi'er!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Zhan lost his composure, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He didn't have the elegant and gentle demeanor before. He seemed to be twenty years older. He could only keep his face down and reduce his sense of existence.

Not long after, the leader of the retinue fell down and knelt in front of Meng Ji's coffin in embarrassment, his face covered with stubble was covered with tears.

"The person who killed Mr. Erlang was the thief Meng Hun! He, he...he deceived the master..."

The leader of the retinue felt uneasy, fear lingering in his mind, as if Meng Zhan would stand up and draw his sword to chop off his head in the next second.

Meng Zhan grinned coldly, with a sinister and sinister look, "Say! Speak carefully! Meng Hun...hehe..."

My friend frowned slightly when he saw it. It was the first time he saw Meng Zhan showing an expression other than a warm smile. He was full of hostility, which made people very uncomfortable to watch... But considering that the other party just lost his beloved son, such a behavior Not too much.

The leader of the retinue secretly clenched his fists. Whether this little life can be saved depends entirely on this time.

Brewing a good mood, the leader of the retinue spoke out the rhetoric that had been brewing for more than a month, trying to focus on Meng Hun's treachery, exaggerating the scene when the corpse was found, and portraying himself as loyal, but the enemy was cunning, so he could only take back Meng Hun.悢's body.

"...Master, you must make the decision for Lord Erlang!" The leader of the retinue fell on the ground in embarrassment and cried bitterly, tears streaming down his face. If it was like this normally, Meng Zhan would not have kicked him in the chest, but at this time he could brush up his feelings for himself Points, so that he can save his life smoothly, "...the subordinate just snatched Erlang Jun's body back, and found that Erlang Jun, he, he...he was forced to die by bloodletting..."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Zhan felt another sharp pain in his heart, his right hand tightly grasped the clothes on his left chest, his teeth were closed tightly, and his lips turned blue.

Seeing that he was about to hold his breath and convulse again, Meng Zhan did not expect Meng Zhan to slow down with his extraordinary perseverance, his eyes were extremely cold.

"You said... Mr. Erlang was bled to death by Meng Hun?"

He almost squeezed out these words by gritting his back molars.

It's no wonder that Qu'er's corpse looks so bruised and purple. Even though part of it has rotted, the corpse is indeed weirder than normal people's.

"Yes!" The leader of the retinue nodded with difficulty, tears streaming down his face without any money,

"It's not good for my subordinates to take care of Mr. Erlang, please allow this subordinate to avenge him... When the great revenge is avenged, the subordinates will definitely commit suicide. When they go underground, they will definitely protect Mr. Erlang well..."

Meng Zhan's chest rose and fell sharply, and the concubine beside him had already supported him familiarly, and raised his hand to comfort him.

After a long time, when the leader of the retinue thought he would die this time, Meng Zhan's cold and arrogant voice came to his ears, it was undoubtedly an amnesty!

"Forget it...you have such loyalty, if Chuer knows about it, she will be happy..."

Meng Zhan said this with a feeling of reluctance. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at his friend, and said bluntly, "I must avenge my son! I am the son of the Meng family, and the name of the Meng family in Cangzhou is such a mess." A thief can be humiliated! If you don’t kill this person, you will not be a human being!”

At this moment, the leader of the retinue seemed to think of something, thinking that Meng Zhan's flame of hatred could burn even more.

In any case, he is also a subordinate of Meng Zhan. He knows this man very well. He can barely calm down at this time, and he spared his death penalty. It will be bad luck.

Therefore, the leader of the retinue played tricks.

With a sad face, he took out a blue coarse cloth package from his arms and unwrapped it.

Meng Zhan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and asked him, "What is this?"

The leader of the retinue replied, "This is the ironclad proof that the bandits humiliated the Meng family and fooled their subordinates..."

Meng Zhan grabbed it and looked at each roll of coarse cloth carefully. The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.

Until the end, he unfolded the largest piece of coarse cloth. The flying characters on it were written in blood, which had already solidified and darkened, exuding a smoky stench. The stench has subsided.

【Those who do not believe what they say, Mengshi Shibagou also...】

Seeing this beginning, Meng Zhan felt his cheeks turn blue, as if someone had slapped him hard for hundreds of times.

【...Meng wants to use Meng as a raft to humiliate my wife and daughter, so that they will be ashamed after death...】

Meng Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't believe that Meng Hun, a warrior, could see through the real purpose of his actions.

The hands that unfolded the coarse cloth were still trembling, and he hurriedly continued to read.

【...You guys are going to be the first day of junior high school, so don't blame Meng for doing the fifteenth day. How can Meng Ting be worthy if he is not dead...]

There were bursts of severe pain in Meng Zhan's heart, veins on his forehead swelled, his head swelled with pain, and the world seemed to be shaking non-stop.

puff--

Another mouthful of blood was spit out, and amidst the panicked screams of the crowd, Meng Zhan fell limply to the ground with a pale face, and the coarse cloth fell to the ground weakly.

In just one day, he vomited blood several times.

Injury to the root, life is not long.

The friend stepped forward to support Meng Zhan's limp body, and in a gentle voice told his servants to call for a medical officer and move Meng Zhan indoors.