Meng Heng stayed to collect the corpse for Meng Zhan, and Jiang Pengji took people away, leaving the space for Meng Heng.
Everyone left, but Nie Xun didn't leave.
Meng Heng knelt until his knees went numb, and it took him a long while to regain his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nie Xun who couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Sincerely, your arm is still injured, so it's not suitable to stay in a damp and cold dungeon—"
He placed Meng Zhan's icy corpse flat on the ground, opened his sword-holding hands, and loosened his curled fingers one by one.
Nie Xun finally regained his senses, and there was a beast-like panting movement in his throat, as if he was enduring a strong emotion.
"Wow-"
Nie Xun supported the wall with his intact right hand, and retched uncomfortably.
Meng Heng raised his hand and closed Meng Zhan's round eyes. He didn't seem to notice Nie Xun's abnormal reaction.
"What's your relationship with the Meng family?"
Nie Xun wiped away the stains left on the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and panted, "Xun was born in the Nie Clan of Bianzhou, what is the relationship with the Meng Clan?"
"Patriarch Meng committed suicide, and Cheng Yun accidentally hurt him for the sake of protecting Heng. It's not your fault." Meng Heng paused and seemed relieved, "Thanks to Cheng Yun's help today—otherwise, at this time The people who are lying on the ground at this moment are afraid of immortality."
Nie Xun looked at Meng Heng's back with complicated eyes. His normally straight spine was slightly curled at this time.
It's sad to be alone.
"Xun thought that Liuzhou Mu was a very affectionate person. Only after this incident did he realize that he was wrong. He was very wrong." Nie Xun left the dungeon and saw Jiang Pengji unsurprisingly. He stepped forward and said, "Liuzhou Mu is so wrong. Do, aren't you afraid of separating from Shijiu and creating a rift?"
"This is already the best situation. Cousin Heng is a smart man. He knows how to choose the best one." Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "Meng Zhan's life cannot be saved. If he dies, it can be exchanged for other Meng family members. Isn't it beautiful for the clan to survive?"
According to common sense, Meng Heng does not have any resentment, but he will have some feuds and dislike her.
What is the cost of doing so
The Meng family has no protection!
Meng Heng's character is broad and gentle, but that doesn't mean he is a sentimental person.
On the contrary, he is calm and rational.
"Meng Zhan is cousin Heng's biological father, but the father-son relationship between them has long since been worn down by Meng Zhan." Jiang Pengji looked at Nie Xun calmly, and chuckled, "People's hearts are very complicated, but they are also very simple. If cousin Heng wants to blame me, I have nothing to say."
Hearing this, Nie Xun rolled his throat a few times and looked at Jiang Pengji with a bit of horror.
"You—have you guessed my identity?"
Nie Xun was almost certain that Jiang Pengji knew the truth.
"I'm afraid you don't know, your face is very similar to that of my aunt. Many years ago, my aunt told me that her young son, who died young, was born with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows." Jiang Pengji smiled, "At first glance. When I saw you, I only thought this face was a little familiar. Later, I learned from Bo Gao that you came to Dongqing to look for relatives, so I began to suspect. However, there is no evidence, and I am not sure. Until cousin Heng fled Cangzhou, you Taking extra care of him, I dare to be sure - why, do you have an admiration for Meng Zhan?"
Nie Xun gritted his teeth and said, "How is this possible?"
Meng Zhan had never raised him, and he cruelly let his son-in-law take over his identity, burying him in the cold underground—
If he was a little less fortunate, his life would be long gone.
To him, Meng Zhan was nothing but a blood-related stranger.
Jiang Pengji sneered in response, "If that's the case, isn't it even more unreasonable that you hate me?"
Nie Xun was so choked that he was speechless.
After a while, Nie Xun looked at his hands, the blood on them had dried up.
"Designing the son of a man to kill the father, Liuzhou Mu is not afraid of revenge?"
Jiang Pengji said, "You and I are already opposed to each other. My enemies are too many to go to sea. One of you is not much, and one of you is not much. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. If one day, I will become yours. Prisoner, take this life as you wish—"
After saying that, Jiang Pengji passed Nie Xun and left here without looking back.
Not far away, she saw a familiar figure standing at the end of the long street from a distance, and a little warmth rose in her heart.
She doesn't need others to understand her, but if someone is willing to communicate with her, it may be the biggest gain.
The period was special, and Meng Zhan was a prisoner, so his funeral should be kept simple.
But when Meng Zhan's coffin was buried in the ground, Meng Heng lost a lot of weight, and the clothes that originally fit appeared empty.
In order to avoid suspicion, the Meng clan did not come to the funeral, which made the funeral procession look sparse and desolate.
If it weren't for Wei Ci, Feng Zhen and others attending the funeral in Meng Heng's face, they would be even more depressed.
Although Jiang Pengji did not attend, without her secret support, Meng Zhan's mourning hall would have been smashed by the people of Meng County long ago.
"I really don't know what good things Meng Zhan has done in his last life. He has done all the bad things in this life. After his death, there is still a good son who will throw a pot for him."
Meng Hun got his revenge, but the stagnation in his heart was not so easy to solve.
If his wife and daughter hadn't had an accident, now he should embrace his grandson and be a happy and peaceful Yue Jiaweng.
Feng Zhen smiled and poured wine for Meng Hun, and then filled his own wine bottle, "Meng Xiaowei, why don't we have another room? Madam sister-in-law and niece's revenge has been avenged, you should also look away. The dead are gone, the living Such. If you live well, they can feel at ease under the nine springs."
Meng Hun shook his head, he didn't want to continue the string.
In this life, I just want to be loyal to the Lord and repay the kindness of saving my life.
Feng Zhen said casually, "Meng Zhan is dead, and the grievances that year have finally come to an end."
Meng Hun snorted and put down the wine bottle with a bang.
"Zishi doesn't need to beat around the bush, he's a rough guy, just say it straight if you have something to say."
Feng Zhen was not embarrassed, but smiled casually. "Since Colonel Meng has spoken, he will tell the truth. The trouble caused by Meng Zhan will not reach the heir. The lord will treat Meng's side branches lightly. I will let you know about this first, so as not to worry about your heart. It's uncomfortable. Besides, Shijiu is the lord's cousin, and he has no shortage of talents, and he will be reused in the future. Captain Meng and him—"
Civil and military incompatibility, this is a big taboo.
Meng Hun was silent for a while and asked, "Is this what the lord means?"
Feng Zhen smiled and said, "It's not the lord, I really guessed."
Meng Hun took a sip of the wine from the bottle and hummed, "Meng Shijiu has defected to the lord for a while, do you think I feel sorry for him?"
Feng Zhen complimented, "Meng Xiaowei has a big heart, this is really overthinking, and he will punish himself for a cup."
Meng Hun raised his hand to stop him, and said angrily, "There is only one jar of fine wine, how much do you want to drink?"
When the funeral was over, Meng Heng immediately changed out of his mourning clothes and put on light-colored plain clothes, with a plain white belt tied around his waist.
That night, he went to look for Jiang Pengji.
"I thought Cousin Heng would come to me earlier—"
Jiang Pengji was not surprised by Meng Heng's visit.