Meng Hengli was behind Jiang Pengji, looking at Meng Zhan with a complicated expression.
There is no boy who does not look forward to his father, and Meng Heng in his childhood once regarded Meng Zhan as a god and longed and worshipped him.
But Meng Zhan only saw his concubine Meng Ye, even if the other party was inexperienced and lustful, Meng Zhan would pamper him like a jewel.
Meng Heng once thought that Meng Zhan liked such a son, so he also quietly tried to "learn bad", secretly matching Meng Yan's words and deeds, but in the end he had to be severely punished and ordered him to kneel in the ancestral hall. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, it was raining torrentially outside, and the air was as cold as a blade. The young Meng Heng didn't wear much clothes to keep out the cold, and his knees were bruised and black, and he went straight for most of his life—
That memory became a nightmare in his childhood. Occasionally, in the middle of the night, he could still clearly remember the cold air in the air.
Meng Heng lowered his eyelids and bowed his hands to Jiang Pengji with a flat expression.
"I don't know if the lord called Heng over, what is the so-called?"
"Anyway, you have a fight with Meng Zhan and his son. I'm not an unkind person, so you have regrets. I allow you to have a word with him, and the father and son will make a complete break." Jiang Pengji said, "Meng Zhan said. Zhan also owes Xiaowei Meng a debt, I hope you don't mind."
Meng Heng was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to think about it.
What Jiang Pengji meant was not to let him send Meng Zhan on the road himself, but to let him have a few words with Meng Zhan so as not to leave any regrets
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing how he felt.
"Thank you, lord." Meng Heng said.
Meng Hun's wife and daughter died tragically. The direct murderer was Meng Ye, but Meng Zhan was also an accomplice. Meng Heng was not qualified to stop or resent it.
Jiang Pengji got up and walked to the prison door, turning her head and whispering.
"His mood is not stable. Cousin Heng should not get too close."
After all, Jiang Pengji gave up the space, but did not leave too far.
This distance will neither make Meng Heng feel under surveillance nor let the situation out of her control.
Seeing Jiang Pengji leave, Meng Heng's brows stretched slightly, and he saw Nie Xun standing on one side from the corner of his eye, and he felt a little suspicious.
What is Nie Xun doing here
Because of time constraints, he did not think further.
"Father—Patriarch Meng—"
Meng Heng sat on the mat and bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the honorific title he blurted out.
He has been excommunicated, and he has also cut off the father-son relationship with Meng Zhan. Now if he calls his father again, the other party may not admit it.
Meng Zhan was immersed in his own world, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly hearing someone call him, his spirit became clearer, but when he looked up, he saw Meng Heng's face—
Meng Zhan was greatly stimulated, he couldn't control his emotions, he rushed forward with a grim expression, and half body crossed the low table.
"Meng Shijiu—" Meng Zhan called out Meng Zhan's full name with a ferocious expression and hissed, and grabbed Meng Heng's sleeves with his hands as thin as a branch, "Why are you still alive—why are you dead—you wild man. How could this be the son of the old man—"
Meng Heng was frightened and was about to struggle, but Meng Zhan's roar made him fall into an ice cellar, as if the sounds around him had disappeared.
What is a "wild species"
Meng Heng did not struggle, but instead gave Meng Zhan a further opportunity.
He didn't believe what Jiang Pengji said, it must be an illusion fabricated by the other party using sorcery, everything was to deceive him!
He couldn't have done anything wrong for so many years!
Meng Heng is the wild seed of Gu Zhen and others, not his son at all.
He, Meng Zhan, has been such a son as Meng Ye in his life!
His only son was killed by Liu Xi, and the wild species who had raised him for more than 20 years also took refuge in Liu Xi, ignoring Meng Ye's blood feud!
"How could you be the old man's son—"
Meng Zhan looked thin, but the power that burst out was terrifying. Meng Heng was caught off guard by his neck, and he couldn't break free. Nie Xun on the side was also startled by Meng Zhan's words. When he recovered, Meng Heng's face was already blue-
Without any hesitation, Nie Xun raised his foot and kicked Meng Zhan's shoulder.
Meng Heng's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Could it be that this is the fundamental reason why Meng Zhan has been disgusted with himself over the years
The servant said in private that he was a wild breed whose biological father was unknown. Wasn't it groundless
Meng Zhan was the first to react, and with a swipe, he pulled out the saber worn by Meng Heng's waist, and the sharp blade stabbed at Meng Heng.
Between the lightning and flint, Nie Xun didn't have time to think, grabbed Meng Heng, and the two rolled to one place, avoiding the sword.
At this time, Meng Zhan had lost his mind. Seeing that Meng Heng had escaped, he immediately slashed after him.
"You're crazy-"
Nie Xun resisted with the body of the sword. Because he underestimated Meng Zhan's strength, the sword almost let go.
"Kill—kill the savage—it's all a lie, it's a savage—"
Meng Zhan's eyes were red, and his old face was twisted and hideous.
Nie Xun blocked him from killing Meng Heng, so he killed Nie Xun together.
"You dare to stop the old man—you should be damned—"
Meng Zhan couldn't restrain his emotions at all, and all kinds of messy thoughts seemed to split his brain.
"die-"
The literati in ancient times all learned the six arts of the gentleman, and Meng Zhan naturally also learned the swordsmanship.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to kill Nie Xun and Meng Heng, and he greeted him with every move. Nie Xun accidentally cut his left arm.
"Be careful!"
Meng Heng slowed down, seeing that Meng Zhan's sword was about to stab Nie Xun's chest, he ignored it and jumped up and hugged Meng Zhan's legs. Meng Zhan's movement was blocked, and the sword in his hand naturally stabbed crookedly, the tip of the sword penetrated Nie Xun's shoulder, and Nie Xun's sword pierced into the opponent's chest.
All this happened very fast. When Wei Ci and others found out the accident and rushed over, it was already too late.
With a bang, the sword in Meng Zhan's hand fell.
Nie Xun also maintained a stunned expression as he loosened the hilt of the sword that was covered in sticky blood.
Although this sword did not hit the heart, it was also a key point.
Even if the doctor came, Meng Zhan could not escape death.
There was a tingling pain in the chest, which severely suppressed the pain in the brain, the reason slowly returned, and the savagely twisted face eased.
"Scholar, Shijiu—"
Meng Zhan opened his mouth and his tone was somewhat calm.
Meng Heng maintained a sluggish expression, let go of his hands in a daze, and turned to support Meng Zhan's body.
The viscous, dazzling blood hit his eyeballs, making him feel helpless.
His pale lips trembled, and he said, "Meng, Patriarch Meng?"
When Meng Zhan heard this title, a trace of ridicule and fatigue flashed across his bloodless face.
His chest hurt, and he lowered his head, following the direction of the hilt of the sword, looking at the young man who put the tip of the sword into his body.
At the age of twenty-five or six, with a slender face and a bright red cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows—
this face
This cinnabar mole
Suddenly, Jiang Pengji's words echoed in his mind—
[… The second son born to you by your concubine, a baby boy born with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows… He was originally the second son of the Meng family, but under your control, he was replaced by that beastly son… Born less than a month old It was buried in the cold mud by the servant girl—]