"Let's go," Su Kui said lightly, and walked sideways by the dazed Seventeen, and walked straight into the vast night.
When they came suddenly, the butler stood respectfully by the side, and saw that Su Kui was leaving, so he bowed slightly to show his respect. A trace of relief flashed past the honest but gleaming eyes. In the rest of my life, I can still see the young master falling in love with women, and I will die.
Of course, butlers are not the ones who mind too much. They are the home of military commanders, regardless of the trivial matter, as long as Meng Zhian likes it, anything is fine.
It seems that the Chi family and their Meng family have a lot of fate.
Unfortunately-
Thinking of Meng Zhi'an's injury, his eyes fell sad. After a moment of trance, Seventeen had already chased Su Kui and disappeared into the night. At this moment, I was afraid that he was already in the carriage returning to the palace.
"Hey-"
A heavy sigh sounded in the night when dark clouds covered the moon. Fear or fear, Master does not have that blessing.
His injury was too serious, and now he is only hanging on to his life by relying on a century-old ginseng. Now outsiders know that the general of the Meng family is seriously injured, and he is collecting the century-old ginseng everywhere at this moment!
What is it for? Naturally it is used for hanging!
Because Meng Zhian is well-known, no one deliberately raised the price. Instead, many gentry’s homes have old ginseng collectors and they brought them to the housekeeper.
But everyone knows that the five hundred years old ginseng is very valuable, not everyone has it. Even if there is one, he is not necessarily willing to take it out, because this thing, some day, will be a life-saving treasure.
The steward thought, maybe one day, the young master won't be able to survive.
Looking up at the deep night sky, the housekeeper’s old voice rang in a low voice, "God, my master, although he has killed countless people, but he has also saved countless people! Killing enemies on the battlefield is nothing more than to defend the family and the country. Now, I just hope God pity, leave a way out for the young master!"
After that, he sighed again and turned to enter the room.
Inside the room, the candlelight was faint, and the windows and doors of the drowsy room were closed tightly. After stepping in, he felt overwhelming depression hitting him.
"Master?"
The butler approached lightly and suddenly froze. Then, uncharacteristically, he shouted: "Come here!!"
The second month of winter is October.
A big event happened to Dawei, that is, the great general Meng Zhi'an, who has a high reputation among the people and is known as the god of war, was assassinated and killed!
Collecting old ginseng everywhere, he still didn't save his life. These days, the Meng family is already preparing for funeral.
Countless white banners have become the most conspicuous symbol of the Meng mansion, and the mansion is full of grief, and Mrs. Meng fainted once crying. Hearing that no hundreds of people would petition automatically, knowing that not everyone can enter the General Mansion, they spontaneously accompany him outside the General Mansion and thanked the deceased General Meng Zhian.
Thank you for his protection over the years, so that they will not be invaded by the enemy. From now on, I hope he can be well in the sky.
Finally, there were more and more people, and the housekeeper endured the sadness and asked people to set up a censer outside. People who came and went, those who were interested, could put a stick of incense outside.
At this time, the deceased is the big one, and he doesn't say anything unreasonable.
The General's Mansion was in chaos, and the news reached Lenggong, a few days later.
The moment Seventeen saw the letter, she fell to the ground immediately. Yesterday, Tuoba Xuan ordered someone to send a snow-white kitten, and Su Kui was teasing the cat.