The blessed girl of rebirth comes to the door

It took two days by carriage from Lingshui County to Yejia Town, and Mengzhi County's bones were almost broken.

In the carriage behind him, a seventeen-year-old richly dressed young man was lying on the bed of the carriage bored, shaking his legs, his eyes closed tightly, holding a piece of foxtail in his mouth, and humming a tune.

At this time, the carriage arrived in the town. They were visiting incognito and pretending to be merchants. The carriage stopped in front of an inn, Guiyue Inn.

Meng Zhixian came out of the carriage, and the servant quickly put a stool beside the carriage. Meng Zhixian stepped on the stool and got out of the carriage. The servant was very discerning and helped him lower his waist.

Meng Zhixian looked at the carriage behind and saw no movement. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he ordered his servants: "Go and call the brat down here." He was called here just to make him suffer a little, so as not to know about it all day long. stir up trouble.

"Yes."

The servant immediately went to the carriage and carefully shouted: "Master, we are here."

This young master is a demon king, and they don't dare to mess with him.

The young man's impatient voice came from the carriage, "I know."

The servants were so frightened that they quickly stepped aside.

However, the young man was still lying on the bed, keeping his legs crossed and dangling, with no intention of getting off the bed.

Meng Zhixian had no choice but to step forward and said angrily: "Get off here, you bastard."

The boy jumped up from the bed, forgetting that he was in a carriage. His head hit the carriage with a "bang", causing his facial features to twist and his teeth to grin.

Meng Zhixian was already used to strange things. There was a flash of distress in his eyes, and he did not forget to hit him again, "Are you killed? If not, get out quickly."

Meng Hanlin angrily opened the car curtain, glared at Magistrate Meng with blazing eyes, and cursed: "Old man, if you just expect me to die, who will continue your incense in the future?"

Meng Zhixian blew his beard angrily and glared, "You, you stinky boy, I think your skin is itchy."

He said that he was going to hit him.

Meng Hanlin hurriedly flew off the carriage and said disdainfully: "Tch, it's just you, I won't catch you until you catch up." After saying that, he made a face and ran into the inn.

Seeing his son alive and kicking, Meng Zhixian breathed a sigh of relief. It would be hard to explain to the woman if he went back.

"You're such a traitor," Meng Zhixian clutched his chest in pain and almost died from his anger.

The servant hurriedly came over and smoothed his chest, "Master, don't make yourself angry. The young master is just a little naughty."

"Huh, a kid can't be taught." Meng Zhixian felt better. He shook his sleeves angrily, but with helplessness in his eyes, he turned around and entered the inn.

When the waiter saw a customer, he hurried over to entertain them.

When I saw the two luxuriously dressed people, they looked like they were either rich or noble. With stars in their eyes and smiles on their faces, they greeted them warmly, "Two distinguished guests, would you like to have a meal or a meal?" If you do well, you will be rewarded.

Meng Hanlin opened the folding fan, shook his legs, and said ruthlessly: "I want both."

After saying that, he looked around with a bit of disgust in his eyes. Even his woodshed was better than this inn.

"Hey, okay," the two guests, please register here first. The waiter was busy giving guidance.

Tianmen Village

The road outside the village was busy. Men moved stones to pave the road, and women chopped wood to make guardrails and walls on both sides.

Wang Ruixue specifically ordered that road construction alone would not suffice. Guardrails and walls must be built to prevent wild beasts from going down the mountain and harming people.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and had beautiful visions for the future.

Meng Zhixian asked someone how to get to Tianmen Village. He originally wanted to go there by carriage, but the waiter told him that he could only go there by walking and not by carriage.

So a group of people asked locals to lead the way and walked to Tianmen Village at noon.

Meng Hanlin complained all the way, holding a wooden stick in one hand and waving it at the bushes on both sides.

"I said, Dad, why do you have to come to such a remote place? What fun is there in this town, and what village are you going to now?"

He really couldn't understand that his father insisted on dragging him here, under the pretense of letting him experience life and see the outside world.

"What do you know, you brat? You know how to eat, drink and have fun every day. My father brought you out for your own good."

Meng Zhixian glared at his son in displeasure and did not forget to comfort him.

"Tch," Meng Hanlin was even more upset and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm tired of hearing what's best for me."

"What are you talking about, brat?" Magistrate Meng glared at him. He was getting more and more outrageous. It was his father's fault for failing to raise him. Alas, he was always busy with official duties and neglected his son. Looking back, he was almost growing up. Crooked.

The group of people walked for about two hours. Meng Hanlin sat down on the ground and complained with a slumped face: "I don't want to leave. My feet are almost useless. What a waste of time. It's been so long."

The rich young man is so delicate. The guide complained and said cautiously: "This old man, the road to Tianmen Village is less than half way. We have to hurry up, otherwise there will be wild beasts coming down the mountain at night, and we will be in danger by then. ”

"What?" When Meng Hanlin heard that there was a wild beast, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly became interested, "What are you afraid of? It's coming, and I'll beat it until it's full of teeth." Hum, his martial arts training was not in vain.

Meng Zhixian glared at his son and said politely to the leader: "Then please continue to lead the way. Let's walk faster."

The guide was a little flattered. This gentleman was too polite and generous with the money. He quickly said respectfully: "Young man should do it. Master, you don't have to be so polite."

"Let's go or not," Meng Zhixian urged displeasedly.

Meng Hanlin tilted his head to the left, curled his mouth, and said firmly: "I'm not leaving."

"Let's go." Magistrate Meng waved his sleeves, and then the group of people continued walking, leaving Meng Hanlin where he was.

Meng Hanlin looked at the dense mountain forests everywhere, swallowed, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, struggled for a moment, and then quickly followed, "Hey, wait for me."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Meng Zhixian's mouth, hehe, I can't cure you yet.

In Xushi, a group of people finally arrived at Tianmen Village. They were exhausted and their legs and feet were weak. Through the light of the torch, Meng Zhixian discovered that this section of the road was completely different from the other side.

There is a wooden wall on this flat and spacious side. They are building the road themselves. Meng Zhixian stroked his beard, his eyes full of shock.

When I walked into the village, I happened to meet a villager returning from the fields.

Through the light of the torch, Wang Dashan saw a group of strangers. Among them, an old man and a young man were wearing fine clothes. Wang Dashan couldn't help but look wary.

The entourage stepped forward and saluted politely and said: "Brother, excuse me, we are businessmen who are passing by here. I don't want it to be late. I wonder if I can stay overnight?"

Listening to the man Wen Zou Zou's tone, Wang Dashan was stunned, but still very wary. He looked at the sky, then at them, and thought about it.

Meng Zhixian thought he was unwilling and was about to say that he would not live in vain.

Just listen to him say, "Follow me." Then he led them home.

Wang Ruixue was calculating the money spent on road construction in her study when she heard voices coming from the yard, like a stranger's voice.

Put down the pen and walk out of the study.

She walked to the door of the living room and peeked in. Her mother was pouring water for them.

There were seven people in total, headed by an old man and a young man, dressed in fine silks.

A middle-aged man, wearing a scarf and gray-brown silk and satin, with a slender and slightly fat figure, a beard on his chin, yellowish skin, handsome features, gentle eyes, a hint of sternness and wisdom in his eyes, a serious face, and an unsmiling look. , The sitting posture is upright and upright, giving people a sense of righteousness and uprightness. He doesn't look like an ordinary rich man, but more like an official.

A young man with a half-bandaged high ponytail, wheat-colored skin, and a face as sharp and angular as a sculpture. He is handsome and sunny with a bit of ruffianism.

There is a pair of beautiful and thick sword eyebrows on her young face, and her peach blossom-like eyes are deep and bright, like the bright moon in the night sky. Her eyes are arrogant and rebellious, giving people a sense of déjà vu that refuses to accept anyone. She is tall and tall. Under the nose, the red lips are of moderate thickness.

Dressed in blue silk satin, a sachet hung around her waist, and a fan placed beside the table.

Sitting casually, Erlang's legs were tapping and shaking, his slender fingers were holding the bowl, and his eyes were full of disgust.

He is a handsome, spoiled young man.

Four people were dressed in black cloth and stood respectfully and upright. The other person was cautiously dressed in linen and looked a little nervous.

Seeing Wang Zilu come out of the living room, Wang Ruixue pulled Wang Zilu's sleeve to the side and asked in a low voice, "Second brother, who are they?"

Wang Zilu glanced at the living room and whispered: "I heard from my father that they were passing by on business. It was getting late and they stayed at our house for one night."

Hearing this, Wang Ruixue nodded, returned to the bedroom, and thought about it carefully, they are definitely not businessmen, these people are not simple.