Zhu Qingning figured out the key at once, this is a naked conspiracy.
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 took over the entire northern border. He thought it would take two or three years to fight, but he did not expect that the northern border would be defeated in just November. I have seen a lot of news from the lord. —I have to admit that this Liu Xi is definitely a serious problem for the lord’s confidant, and he can get rid of it as soon as possible to feel at ease. If she does nothing, let her stabilize the northern border and train a large number of cavalry, I am afraid that she will be able to sweep Dongqing—”
Zhu Qingning was dumbfounded. Hearing the word "Liu Xi", the flower festival of that year's spring flowers appeared in his mind. The young man dressed in cloth and clogs hid among the branches full of flowers. The scene is still as vivid as ever.
Nie Xun didn't know what Zhu Qingning was thinking, he sighed, "It's not a plan for Liu Xi to be a husband. However, the position of Liu Xi's power is too delicate, even if the lord does not provoke her, she will not let the lord go. Although she is a woman, her ambitions are not as simple as one state and one county. If she wants to continue to expand her power, she cannot avoid the lord, and sooner or later the two will have a battle—"
Jiang Pengji has already won the entire northern border, plus two prefectures and one county in Dongqing, the territory is comparable to a country.
The protagonist, Huang Song, was only in Haozhou, and was no match for Jiang Pengji in any way.
Therefore, Nie Xun had to plan for Huang Song to narrow the gap between the two as much as possible.
There was a glimmer of calculation in his eyes.
Nie Xun offered advice to Huang Song, his original intention was to annex Chenzhou, plotting half of Cangzhou and giving the other half to Jiang Pengji.
If they can stabilize the two prefectures plus half of Cangzhou, Huang Song and Liu Xi are not without the capital to compete with each other.
but-
Nie Xun looked down at his wife whose breathing gradually became steady, and a faint smile overflowed from the corners of his lips.
He didn't recognize Meng Zhan's natural grace, but what Meng Zhan owed him, he had to get it back no matter what.
How about using the entire Cangzhou as compensation
Nie Xun picked up Zhu Qingning horizontally and carried him back to his bedroom. There was thunder and rain outside, and lightning flashed.
Compared to Nie Xun, who was keeping his wife sweet and happy, his brother Meng Heng was not so lucky.
Meng Heng was dressed in a gray Confucian shirt with mottled welts on the cuffs and back of the shirt. Blood flowed out of the open flesh, and thunderstorms burst the blood from his wounds to the ground. Even though he was so embarrassed, he still tried to crawl to the ground. Meng Zhan under the corridor.
"Father, son, please don't make one mistake and make another—"
Meng Zhan held a long whip in his hand, and there were some barbs on the whip, and some blood beads were hanging on the barbs.
This whip was used to teach the disciples of the unworthy Meng clan. According to clan rules, only clansmen who made big mistakes would be whipped with this whip.
"Go away - when did I have an unfilial son like you?"
Meng Zhan sneered in right. As the years passed, he became more and more old, and there was a sullen cold light between his brows.
Meng Heng knelt down in the torrential rain, Yu Guan didn't know where to go, his long hair wet by the rain was sticking to his cheeks and back in embarrassment.
"Even if your younger brother Ying'er dies, it will not be your turn to inherit the Meng family - I'm not dead yet!"
Meng Zhan was in a hurry. Meng Heng returned from studying for a few years and followed him everywhere. From the battle of Huangshui that year to the later cooperation with Beijiang, this son is worthy of being left behind by Gu Zhen! Whenever he saw him, Meng Zhan felt a sense of disgust with thick phlegm stuck in his throat.
The corner of Meng Heng's lips was cracked, and the cold rain wet the wound, causing him to shiver in pain, but he still stubbornly said, "How many Qiang Wu tribes were massacred by our ancestor Meng Jing, how could my father, as a descendant of Meng Jing, be able to do it in reverse? , go against the ancestors, and help foreigners? Now that Liu Xi has broken the northern border, he will turn around and settle the matter in a few days. Father, stop it, and don’t let the people of Cangzhou suffer.”
Because of Meng Zhan's torment, the people of Cangzhou have had a hard time for nearly ten years.
However, Meng Heng, the noble son of the Meng clan, was powerless, unable to do anything, let alone protect the people of Cangzhou.
If Meng Zhan still insists on going his own way and is ready to do his best in Cangzhou to oppose Liu Xi and Huang Song, only the people will suffer.
Hearing Meng Heng's words, Meng Zhan laughed angrily, and threw the long whip out of his hand, directly to Meng Heng's face.
When the whip shadow crossed, a terrifying bloodstain appeared on Meng Heng's face, his left eyelid was scratched, and blood dripped half of his face.
"Someone - drag this unfilial son down, let him kneel in the ancestral hall, and reflect on himself!"
If it wasn't for the clan elder's dissuasion, Meng Zhan really wanted to kill Meng Heng directly.
Holding back his anger, Meng Zhan smashed everything in the study.
The flickering candlelight reflected on his face, and the corner of Meng Zhan's mouth raised a sinister smile, like a Rakshasa ghost.
"Liu Xi—Liu She—"
This father and daughter hurt him too much, how could he swallow this bad breath willingly!
After being whipped by his father, drenched in torrential rain, and kneeling in the ancestral hall all night in wet clothes, even his iron body couldn't handle it. Unsurprisingly, Meng Heng had a high fever that night, his body was hot and hot, his consciousness was confused, and he was on the edge of life and death.
Three days later, he woke up leisurely.
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? Lang Jun woke up—"
Meng Heng's wife stayed there for three days and three nights, and when she saw him wake up, she almost cried 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 raised his hand weakly and stroked his left eye, but he only touched the thick white cloth.
"There is nothing wrong with your eyes. Fortunately, only the eyelids were injured this time. Lang Zhong said that if the blade was slashed deeper, your eyeballs would be ruined." Meng Heng's wife sighed and neatly packed up the tableware and chopsticks. Sitting on the tread dumbly, his right eye was blank.
After a while, his wife brought him a bowl of watery porridge.
Meng Heng's eyes swept across her wrist, and the original double luan gold bracelet with beads and twisted silk disappeared.
"Where's your bracelet?"
When his wife saw that he was recovering from a serious illness, he was still so attentive, and his anger was extinguished.
"That's it."
"Did it?"
"If it's not right, where did you get the money to buy you medicine and ask a doctor?" The wife sighed, fed him porridge, and said in her mouth, "Since you lost your face and almost went blind, the Meng clan didn't even come here, directly Throwing you home to fend for yourself."
Meng Heng's hands trembled, his exposed right eye flickered, and the water vapor filled him.
After a long while, he said, "Follow me, I will suffer you."
The wife said, "Family, what are you talking about—drinking—you better not go to your father for a beating in the future."
Meng Heng lowered his head and drank the porridge, his eyes swept over his wife's bulging belly.
Speaking of which, my wife is already five months pregnant, and the child in her womb needs nutrition, but she is not up to her standards and makes them suffer.
The wife took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry.
She lowered her head, and Meng Heng's plain voice came from above her head.
"Zhao Di - how much money do you have at home?"
The wife whispered, "There are only thirty-two left."
"Thirty taels?" Meng Heng murmured, "It's barely enough—"
"what are you doing?"
Meng Heng said, "I'll take you away—he doesn't recognize my son, but I can't help but be responsible for you and the child."