I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The person who asked him to meet was none other than Meng Ying.

Meng Ying closed her eyes and breathed deeply and shallowly, but after noticing Zhuo Hong's arrival, she closed her eyes and whispered softly, "Ahong, here we come."

Zhuo Hong: "..."

Zhuo Hong was surprised, but he didn't expect that Meng Ying would call him Ah Hong, and he felt like bursting into tears for a moment.

After all, as a child, he always thought that they would become a family.

Zhuo Hong did not respond, and Meng Ying did not continue to speak, but continued to close her eyes and rest.

The long silence made Zhuo Hong realize his lack of etiquette. He hurriedly bowed to Meng Ying and said, "Zhuo Hong has met His Highness Prince Ning."

Only then did Meng Ying open her eyes, and a clear smile returned to her face, "This place is so shabby that Salan couldn't treat her with a good cup of tea, so she had no choice but to sit down on the floor."

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning doesn't dislike it, how could Zhuo Hong dislike it! It is Zhuo Hong's honor to sit at the same table with His Highness Prince Ning!"

Although these words are inevitably polite, they are Zhuo Hong's sincere words. He has been looking forward to seeing this big brother one day since he was a child.

Meng Ying smiled lightly and joked: "You are sweeter than your brothers and sisters!"

Zhuo Hong felt a little embarrassed when he received Meng Ying's praise. He lowered his head in embarrassment, "Thank you for the compliment, His Highness Prince Ning... I... can I call His Highness Prince Ning, Brother Salan?"

Meng Ying was stunned for a moment, feeling a little confused. He hesitated to speak. After a while, he smiled softly and said, "Why do you want to call me like that?"

"This is how my brothers and sisters call you. As a younger brother, Zhuo Hong will of course call you this too!" Zhuo Hong was so excited that even the last part of his voice rose.

Meng Ying laughed, "How do I remember, that boy Zhuo Yao always calls me by my first name?"

Zhuo Hong was shocked. Only his brother could dare to be so presumptuous to members of the royal family.

Zhuo Hong quickly knelt down and apologized, "My brother has such a temper. He means no harm. I hope His Highness Prince Ning will forgive me!"

Meng Ying raised the corner of her mouth lightly, "It doesn't matter! If I argue with him, I don't know how many times I will be angry to death!"

Meng Ying first beat and shocked Zhuo Hong, and then quickly opened Zhuo Hong's heart in a conniving manner.

Zhuo Hong was still young after all, and he had been beautifying Meng Ying for many years under the influence of his brothers and sisters, so he fell instantly.

When Meng Ying was done hammering, she chatted with Zhuo Hong again, "See, you don't like riding and shooting, but you like reading?"

"Well!" Zhuo Hong's eyes sparkled, "Zhuo Hong is not good at riding or shooting, he only loves reading!"

"What books do you like to read?" Meng Ying smiled lightly and followed his words.

"I love reading all of His Highness Prince Ning's articles! I have read every one of your articles over and over again. I never thought that one day I would be able to discuss it face to face with you!"

"Sa Lan is so ashamed to be praised by the Third Young Master of Zhennan Palace!" Meng Ying changed her posture, as if she was communicating with Zhuo Hong in the non-hierarchical manner among literati, and he asked: "Then what? Which sentence does Hong like?"

"Zhuo Hong... I like every word that Brother Salan writes!"

Meng Ying was ashamed. This child was so sincere, which really made him feel a little uncomfortable. He knew very well the pain when a person's faith collapses, and how painful it would be if Zhuo Hong knew that he was taking advantage of him.

Such thoughts blocked Meng Ying's mouth for a moment.

Before Meng Ying could speak, Zhuo Hong continued: "But my favorite sentence is to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to inherit the unique knowledge of the saints, and to create peace for all generations!"

Meng Ying's always vigilant eyes softened a little. He really shouldn't regard a child full of longing as an enemy. Maybe they have a bond with the previous generation, but they are fundamentally different.

Meng Ying and Zhuo Hong chatted for a long time, and Meng Ying gradually relaxed.

But what should be done had to be done. Meng Ying naturally brought the topic to the Feng Yue Sect, "Does Hong know about the Feng Yue Sect?"

Zhuo Hong lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "I heard something..."

"Then do you know that Fengyue is educating a group of medicine slaves, and these medicine slaves are no different from those your father encountered on the battlefield!"

Zhuo Hong nodded. He understood what Meng Ying wanted to mention. He straightened up and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness Prince Ning. Whether it's my sister or my brother, they all despise the medicine slaves. Dad has taught us since we were young that we should fight side by side on the battlefield." , they are all relatives and brothers, not those unconscious walking zombies!"

Meng Ying nodded with satisfaction, "The Southern Barbarians are ruthless and aggressive. When your Zhennan Palace does not support it, where did you get the money to support such a large army?"

"A Hong is smart, and you understand the situation now. If we are to deal with the forces of the Mei family in the north, your father's power alone is more than enough! But why do the Queen Mother and her family have to form a separate army of medicine slaves? What they want Why do you ask?"

When Zhuo Hong heard this, he frowned, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly realized, he raised his head in horror, "Is it to deal with our Zhennan Palace?!"

Meng Ying just smiled and said nothing.

After Zhuo Hong was shocked to learn about this, he felt frightened. His father was famous for his openness and loyalty in southern Xinjiang. He was trusted by friends and foes alike.

Although it is a shame for a prisoner to surrender to the enemy, it is not a shame to surrender to Zhuo Yunjun, the king of Zhennan!

Such a military spirit will inevitably attract the admiration of new recruits, and over the years, the only ones who have been able to defeat Lord Zhuo Yun are the Yao Slave Army!

It is self-evident what the intentions of the Queen Mother and others are.

If one day they are unable to control Lord Zhuo Yun, they will definitely draw their swords at each other regardless of their closeness, revealing their bloodthirsty minions.

Meng Ying's suggestion planted seeds of doubt in Zhuo Hong's heart.

Not long after the chat, Meng Ying sent someone to send Zhuo Hong out of the dense forest.

On the other side, Xiao Yang and Zhuo Yao were fighting fiercely for their prey!

"Xiao Yang! I was obviously the one who shot this first! Pull out your arrow!" Zhuo Yao roared.

Xiao Yang glanced coldly, "My arrow is the fatal injury, and it's not certain who will come first!"

"Meng Ying cheated, and you still dare to fight with me!"

Xiao Yang was at a loss for words, but he couldn't lose his momentum. He bared his teeth and bared his teeth, "Just you? I've already shot my arrows! You haven't found the direction yet! Why should you fight with me?"

Zhuo Yao sneered, "Ha! That's not necessarily the case! I admit it! Your swordsmanship is good, but you may not be able to beat me in riding and shooting!"

Xiao Yang felt a surge of emotion in his heart and glared angrily, "Ha! Then let's compete!"

The guard behind him quickly rode to Xiao Yang's side and whispered: "Deputy Ambassador Xiao, the prince said, don't fight for temporary success!"

When Xiao Yang heard this, he remembered Meng Ying's instructions, snorted unwillingly, turned his horse's head, and prepared to give the prey to him.

Zhuo Yao was anxious, "What do you mean? You want to give me alms? I don't want it. I can hunt more than you without this deer! Take it!"

Naturally, Xiao Yang would not accept this kind of charity.

But the guards behind him kept reminding Xiao Yang, "Prey is far more important than competition, prey is more important than competition, prey is more important than competition..."

Xiao Yang walked for a while and then came back aggrievedly, asking his servants to take the deer away.

Zhuo Yao felt that he had won this round and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Xiao Yang, I told you, you are with the wrong person. Come and follow me. We two brothers must not be called Chenjing Shuangjue!"

Xiao Yang turned his head suddenly and glared at Zhuo Yao, "Get out! Who the hell is your brother!"