The friend narrowed his brows, stepped forward and gently persuaded, "Mengjun Shou, condolences and changes, don't be too sad."
However, the pain of losing a child in middle age, how can such a tragic human relationship be comforted by a light comfort
Meng Zhan rested his hands on the edge of the coffin, his fingers trembling in a range visible to the naked eye. Because of too much force, the fingertips of both fingers turned blue and white.
Seeing his blue veins bulging and his face gloomy, his friend stopped talking, just sighed softly and stepped aside.
Obviously, what Meng Zhan needs now is not dry consolation from others, but a quiet space that allows him to be alone and calm down this sudden and huge blow... However, Meng Zhan obviously doesn't want to be quiet, he only wants to be quiet. Want to find out about Meng Ye's death.
His good son, although there are such and such small faults, it is a small mistake, but so what
The Meng family has been very prominent since the founding of the country in the previous dynasty. It has been passed down to this day. The family has a great business and can fully help Meng Yin in everything.
If I had known that such a thing would happen if I sent him to Shangjing to avoid the limelight, I should bear the pressure and protect him under my wings.
It's good now, he actually went to Huangquan Road at a young age, and let this old father, the white-haired man, send the black-haired man!
Meng Zhan is a man after all, stronger than the crying concubine beside him.
After vomiting blood several times, the hated brain was barely able to regain some sense.
"Bring people up... I'd like to ask... Who is the daring one who dares to be so ruthless against Ye'er!"
After speaking, Meng Zhan's eyes turned red in a complacent manner, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. Where is the elegant and gentle Zhanran demeanor from before, abruptly looking like he is twenty years old, and the friends on the side are not leaving or staying. You can only keep your face down and reduce your sense of existence.
Not long after, the head of Hu Cong fell down and knelt down in front of Meng Yin's coffin, his face covered with stubble full of tears.
"The person who killed Erlang-Jun was the thief Meng Hun! He, he... he deceived the master..."
The head of the Hu Cong was uneasy in his heart, and fear lingered in his brain, as if Meng Zhan would get up and cut off his head with his sword in the next second.
Meng Zhan grinned coldly, with a grim and sinister look, "Speak! Say it carefully! Meng Hun... hehe..."
The friend looked at it, and his heart was slightly stunned. It was the first time that he saw Meng Zhan's expression other than a warm smile. He was full of anger, which made people look very uncomfortable... But considering that the other party just lost his beloved son, this kind of performance is not enough. Not counted.
The squire leader secretly clenched his fists. Whether this little life can be saved depends on this time.
After brewing a good mood, the Hu Cong leader spoke out the rhetoric that had been brewing for more than a month, trying to focus on Meng Hun's treacherousness, rendering the scene when the body was found, and portraying himself as loyal and loyal, but the enemy was cunning and could only snatch Meng back back. Ye's corpse.
"...Master, you must be the master of Erlang-Jun!" The leader of the squatter fell on the ground and cried bitterly. If it was like this, Meng Zhan didn't kick him in the chest, but at this time, he was able to brush his feelings for himself. , so that he could successfully save his life, "... As soon as the subordinates took back the body of Erlang-Jun, they found that Erlang-Jun, he, he... he was forced to die by bloodletting..."
As soon as these words came out, Meng Zhan felt another sharp pain in his heart, his right hand tightly clutched the clothes on his left chest, his teeth were closed, his lips turned blue.
Seeing that he was about to hold his breath and convulse again, he didn't expect Meng Zhan to slow down with extraordinary perseverance, and his eyes were extremely cold.
"You said... Erlang-Jun was bled to death by Meng Hun?"
These words, he almost squeezed out his back molars.
No wonder, Ying'er's corpse looks like a bruise. Even though it has partially decayed, the corpse is indeed weirder than a normal person.
"Yes!" Hu Cong nodded with difficulty, tears streaming down without money, "It's not good for your subordinate to take care of Erlang-Jun, please allow your subordinate to avenge him... When you get your revenge, your subordinate will definitely kill himself. Take good care of Erlang-kun..."
Meng Zhan's chest rose and fell sharply, and the concubine on the side had already supported him familiarly, raising her hand to help him.
After a long time, when the head of the squire thought that he would definitely die this time, Meng Zhan's arrogant voice came to his ears, no doubt it was an amnesty!
"Forget it...you have such loyalty, if you have knowledge under the spring, you will be glad..."
Meng Zhan's words were reluctant, and the corner of his eyes fell on the friend, and he said bluntly, "Y'er's revenge must be avenged! I am a dignified son of the Meng family, the name of the Meng family in Cangzhou, how can it be such a mess? A thief can be humiliated! If you don't kill this person, you won't be human!"
At this time, the head of the husong seemed to remember something, and felt that Meng Zhan's flame of hatred could burn more vigorously.
After all, he is also a subordinate of Meng Zhan. He knows the man of this man. He can barely calm down at this time and forgive him for the death penalty. It is just because he is worried that there are outsiders present, and it is inconvenient to fully expose his nature... When the friend leaves after condolences, he will probably More bad luck.
Therefore, the Hu Cong leader played a trick.
With a sad face, he took out a blue sackcloth from his arms and untied it.
Meng Zhan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and asked him, "What is this?"
The head of the squire replied, "This is the iron proof that the thieves humiliated the Meng family and fooled their subordinates..."
Meng Zhan grabbed it and looked at each roll of coarse cloth carefully. The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.
Until the end, he unfolded the largest piece of coarse cloth. The characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance on it were written in blood. Now it has solidified and darkened, exuding a stinky stench. The stench is gone.
[Those who do not believe their words, Meng Shiba Dogs are also... ]
As soon as he saw this beginning, Meng Zhan only felt his cheeks turn blue, as if someone had slapped him severely.
[…Meng Shi wanted to use Meng as a raft to humiliate my wife and daughter, so that they would be ashamed after their death… ]
Meng Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't believe that Meng Hun, the warrior's brain, could see through the real purpose of his move.
The hands that stretched out the rough cloth were still trembling, and he hurriedly continued to watch.
[… If you want to be the first year of the new year, don’t blame Meng for being the fifteenth. Meng Ye is not dead, how can he be worthy of...]
Meng Zhan felt a sharp pain in his heart, the blue veins on his forehead swelled, his head was so painful, and the world seemed to be shaking.
puff-
Another mouthful of blood was spit out, and amid the panic and exclamation of the crowd, Meng Zhan fell to the ground with a pale face, and the rough cloth fell to the ground weakly.
In just one day, he vomited blood several times.
Injury to the root, life is not long.
The friend stepped forward to support Meng Zhan's limp body, and in a gentle voice asked the servant to call for a medical officer and move Meng Zhan indoors.