Envy

In the evening they lodged in an inn.The driver went back to his room after dinner.Meng Tou sent Yan Zhaohan to his room to take a shower first, and then had dinner with him in the lobby downstairs.

Several people at the next table gathered together to chat, from the anecdotes circulating in the market, to the beauties of various schools and sects, the words were vulgar and explicit, which was unbearable.If it wasn't because there were no vacant tables in the lobby, he really wanted to take Yan Zhaohan to change seats.

Several familiar names suddenly fell into their ears.

A young man dressed in elegant clothes said: "These are all vulgar fans. The most talented beauty is Zhao Qingyan, Miss Zhao's family. She wrote love poems to her sweetheart when she was 15 years old. She is so talented."

"Didn't that young lady be killed by Yan Shaojun later?"

"Do you know Yan Miao?" A shirtless burly man interjected, "The one who was named Fu Lian many years ago looked like a fairy, but it's a pity that she died early. If she didn't die, she would still It is possible to be my daughter-in-law."

The crowd burst into laughter and mocked him severely.

"Dream and you do."

The big man refused to accept it and said: "Then you might as well marry me if you die, don't you think so?"

"Emotions you said, none of them are alive."

"There is one alive. Doesn't Yan Shuhan have two daughters? The most famous one is Yan Miao, and Yan Er, who was fat like a ball when he was a teenager, but now he is skinny and beautiful. It's similar to Yan Miao back then. She's already engaged to the young master of the Zhao family, and she should get married this year."

"Heh, which of Yan Shuhan's looks is not good? His youngest son Yan Zhaohan... is the Yan Shaojun you mentioned, isn't he also very attractive? His mother is from the Yi tribe."

"Hey, people of the Yi tribe, no wonder a son can grow up like that."

Meng Tou held the accompanying sword on the table and was about to stand up. He almost knocked over the table surrounded by the group of people.Yan Zhaohan stopped him in time and held his hand, telling him not to be serious.

Yan Zhaohan said, "Third brother, we don't want to be serious with these rough people from the countryside."

The person at the opposite table is still talking.

"When you said that, I remembered one thing. Daoist Xu Chang had a disciple named Meng Tou. When Dongtanhe descended into the wild, he was famous for a while. I heard that he will soon become the head of Mu Mi. .Didn't Yan Shaojun still have a relationship with him...that thing?" One of them smiled ambiguously.

"Isn't it?" Another person continued, "Yan Zhaohan is more beautiful than women, if I were Meng Tou, I would also." He lowered his voice and said, "I'm in ecstasy."

After finishing speaking, several people laughed together again.

Meng Tou couldn't bear it anymore, so he called Xiaoer over and asked him to take the food on the table to the upstairs room.

Out of sight is pure.

The people at the next table heard the noise and all looked over. They saw the young man in white indifferently pick up his sword and helped the blind man up the stairs.

The gentle young man said disdainfully: "What's the matter? I look down on these young masters the most. They think they are the best at distinguishing right from wrong, what kind of onion are they?"

"That's it." Someone said, "Don't let that kid spoil our interest. Let me tell you, I have a few private collections of...paintings...hehehe, the women's faces in it are based on these famous painted by a beautiful woman."

The reckless man from before interjected: "When I bring it out someday, how about showing it to my buddies?"

"Go, go, it's none of your business, don't even think about it."

"Then what a fart."

"Hey, let me tell you, there was a beautiful widow on East Street, her husband died young..."

The voices of those people's conversations suddenly softened, and they began to whisper, with obscene titters from time to time.The content of their conversation finally changed from the beauties of the aristocratic family to the private affairs under the red tent.

……

Meng Tou had dinner with Yan Zhaohan.Because Yan Zhaohan had a fever, he didn't eat much during the day, and his favorite wonton for dinner, so his appetite improved.

Meng Tunfeng was annoyed and didn't say much, he just asked if he was full and if he needed to eat more.

He shook his head and said he couldn't eat anymore.

Meng Tou didn't eat much, but used his chopsticks to move the food a few times.Perhaps it was because the weather was too dull, and Meng Tou was also in a low mood.

Meng Tou has attracted much attention since he was young, and he has heard a lot of good and bad things.But what those common people said hurt him a lot.

They belittle women and discriminate against the ethnic minorities.Yan Miao had saved countless people's lives, yet she was talked about like this after her death.Yan Zhaohan had exhausted his cultivation in exchange for Zhao Lincheng's tranquility, yet he was insulted like this.

"Third brother is angry because of emotion and reason." Yan Zhaohan took Meng Tou's hand, "But you will be the head of Mu Mi in the future, so you should be more calm after all."

"I know." Meng Tou looked at him, and suddenly calmed down, "If you can still lose your temper now, do it earlier, and I'm afraid you won't have this chance in the future."

"Third Brother, you can tell me about it in the future."

Meng Tou pinched his rounder face: "They all said that there is only one Yan Shaojun in Xiqi Palace for a hundred years."

Yan Zhaohan bent his moist eyes: "They also said that Meng Sanlang was only born in Mu Mi in 20 years, but it's a pity that he was harmed by me."

"How fortunate."

……

It rained that night, and the rustling sound was very nice.Raindrops beat against the window paper.The whole city seemed to be asleep at this time.

Yan Zhaohan just hugged Meng Tou while sleeping as usual, never thought his reaction would be so intense.Trembling all over, Meng Tou rubbed his hair and said in a hoarse voice, "I probably won't be able to hug you to sleep today. Let me calm down for a while."

In the darkness, Yan Zhaohan's cheeks were slightly hot, and he supported his upper body with his arms: "Then..."

Meng Tou pulled him down, covered him with a quilt, and said resolutely and honestly, "No. You are still sick, and your fever is just better. I can't touch you."

Yan Zhaohan deliberately hooked his leg with his foot, and rubbed his knee against the side of his bent leg.

He snorted, grabbed the slender legs, and sighed: "Can you stop teasing me. I'm abstinent."

His daughter-in-law's voice was gentle and soft, which was particularly seductive at night: "How long have you been imprisoned."

"I think about it..."

Yan Zhaohan's waist, which was so soft that it could pinch water, was already attached to his waist, and his hands were also placed there: "Third brother, can I help you?" Meng Tou didn't say no.

Afterwards, Yan Zhaohan deliberately asked: "Third brother, you just said, how long have you been banned?"

"It's almost...ten years." He didn't bother to calculate the exact time, because his wife's youthful technique was already distracted, "Usually, I vent it by practicing swords."

"Well...Actually, sometimes, just thinking about your appearance will make you very satisfied." He smiled, "Secretly thinking about it. Don't look at me pretending to be so determined at that time, I really miss you."