Feng Jue and Nie Xun were silent.
Jiang Pengji said, "What danger can Bo Gao have here? If you insist on following one, let Captain Meng follow."
"Master—"
Li Yun hesitated for a while, then secretly glanced at Meng Hun, who had a complicated look, and took a step back.
Meng Hun clenched his fists at Li Yun with a bit of gratitude in his eyes.
Before leaving, Meng Heng glanced at Jiang Pengji hesitantly, with a pleading look in his eyes.
No matter how Meng Zhan treats him, Meng Heng can ignore Meng Zhan's life and death, but he doesn't want to watch him die with his own eyes.
However, Jiang Pengji did not agree.
"Father and son, send him all the way."
Meng Heng said, "Well."
Nie Xun, who was beside him, felt a little cold when he heard these two conversations.
Is this person trying to force Meng Heng to kill his father with his own hands
Feng Jue said, "The dungeon is dark and damp, why not let the prisoners be brought out?"
"No, I'll go see it myself. I haven't seen what the dungeon looks like."
As Feng Jue said, the environment of the dungeon is very harsh, the air is filled with foul-smelling water vapor, and there are mice fleeing in the shadows.
The temperature of the dungeon was much lower than the outside, and as soon as I stepped into the dungeon, a chilly air rushed towards my face, making my whole body uncomfortable.
Jiang Pengji walked ahead without changing her face, and Feng Jue led her to a large cell in the dungeon with a fairly clean environment.
"Meng Zhan had a pretty good life these days. I thought he had come to the dungeon and would have to suffer a little."
The area of this cell is very large, about 100 square meters visually.
Seats, tea tables, food tables and buckets, everything is available.
Feng Jue opened the door of the prison, and the movement alarmed Meng Zhan in the cell.
When he heard Jiang Pengji's voice, he guessed the identity of the person who came.
It's funny, he hated Liu She's father and daughter for many years, and he always tried to get revenge, but he never even met the person involved.
"Uncle Meng, it's the first time we've met, right?"
Jiang Pengji motioned Feng Jue and others to step back, avoiding the conversation between her and Meng Zhan, leaving Meng Hunhu by her side.
Meng Zhan combed his white hair neatly, and brushed his cheeks with warm water. He couldn't see the slightest stain or greasy, which was far better than before. It's just that he's getting old too fast, his complexion has an unhealthy ash, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and he looks old and pitiful.
Although his spirit is not good, his appearance is well dressed.
The jade crown hangs high, the crow blue Confucian shirt is worn on the body, and the spine is straight, barely able to see the elegant demeanor of his youth.
Meng Zhan raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Jiang Pengji carefully, "Do you still have the face to call me Uncle Meng?"
"Although Uncle Meng cut off the banquet with my father, but you are the ex-husband of my aunt, calling me uncle is also the etiquette that juniors should have."
Meng Zhan sneered calmly, "Kill my beloved son, you are so well-mannered—"
Jiang Pengji's expression did not change, but instead asked with a sneer, "Uncle Meng knows your good son, what Meng Yi did back then? He actually hit his aunt on the head, how can he not be angry as a son of man? My aunt is not only my father's successor, but also my mother's concubine sister. I can't condone your concubine to bully him. In addition, Meng Yin teamed up with his friends, and used the technique of disguise to infiltrate the river. In the backyard of the common people, defilement of innocent women of good families and boudoirs—Meng Ye’s death, there are more innocents—”
When mentioning Gu Zhen, Meng Zhan's expression moved slightly, but soon returned to calm.
"What about this? Ye'er is stubborn, just change it. It's a big disaster, my father will teach him-"
Meng Yin and Hu Peng Gou friends used disguise to infiltrate other people's backyards and bully women. This is not new. Meng Zhan has wiped his ass many times. He was also very angry with this child's actions, but what could he do? The only bloodline, who does he not care for
Jiang Pengji laughed angrily, "Uncle Meng said something in the living room?"
Meng Zhan raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"If you don't discipline your son well, then don't blame others for educating him. I think Meng Ye is hopeless, so I'll give him a ride. Uncle Meng knows, how did I kill Meng Ye? Give him a hand. Open the mouth, let the blood let you die-"
Rao is Meng Zhan's self-restraint enough, and he couldn't restrain his anger when he heard the murderer mentioned in front of him how to kill his son.
"Are you angry?" Jiang Pengji laughed, "There will be more angry ones, do you want to listen?"
Meng Zhan sneered, "As expected of Liu She Gu Minsheng's daughter, the stepdaughter taught by Gu Zhen, she is indeed vicious and shameless."
"I can't compare to you. If the younger generation has Uncle Meng's ability to succeed, there will be no regrets in this life."
The atmosphere was tense, and Meng Hun, who was beside him, stared at Meng Zhan with murderous eyes - his former employer - he never expected that after so many years, Meng Zhan would not have the slightest remorse. Meng Zhan's son is a son, but other people's wives and children are not human
"Liu Lanting, you came here just to bicker with the old man?" Meng Zhan sneered coldly, his face covered with old wrinkles, but his eyes were very bright, "If your method is only like this, I advise you, don't let it go. It's embarrassing to be seen in front of this old man."
Jiang Pengji crossed her arms around her chest and sat opposite Meng Zhan.
She said, "It's not that the younger generation doesn't want to take it out, I'm just afraid that Uncle Meng can't stand it."
Meng Zhan's face darkened.
Meng Heng and his party stood far away, they couldn't hear what Jiang Pengji and Meng Zhan said, but the atmosphere was worrying.
"Uncle Meng's body is ill, and it is extremely difficult for a woman to conceive, right?"
Jiang Pengji changed her sitting position with a casual sneer on her face.
"What do you want to say?"
"This matter is about the dignity of a man, so it's natural to keep it a secret. Except for you and your confidant, almost no one knows about it." Jiang Pengji ignored him and said to herself, "When my aunt married you, she once It was a surprise attack by a group of bandits, although there was no danger, but he was rescued in the end, and the wedding went on as usual. However, the bride was not red that night, and it was my uncle who helped cover up the past."
Meng Zhan could listen calmly at first, but the more he listened, the more wrong it became.
Only he knew many details of what happened back then, but Jiang Pengji said it in such detail, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"After more than a month, my aunt was found to be pregnant, and the pregnancy time was about the night of the wedding. Uncle Meng was ill, and I was not confident about it. You saw the picture of my aunt getting along with others. The ancestry of the fetus raises doubts—"
Meng Zhan interrupted her with a sneer.
"It's not a suspicion, Meng Heng's wild bastard is not the old man's." He will never forget the shame of the cuckold hood, the newlywed wife had an affair with someone, and when he said this, he suddenly sighed, "It's a pity. —”
Jiang Pengji frowned, "What a pity?"
A fierce look flashed across Meng Zhan's face, "It's a pity that the Four Books of Women in Zhongzhao came out too late, if it were twenty or thirty years earlier—"
Before the appearance of the Fourth Book of Women, the social atmosphere was still very open.
It is not a big deal for a woman to raise her face and head, and it is not serious to lose her virginity before marriage.
Meng Zhan also really liked Gu Zhen, otherwise he would not take the initiative to ask to marry a concubine, and he also urged his close friend Liu She to help intercede.