Meng 49 sword

In front of Baihualou, a group of people surrounded them.

Chen Cheng, the head of the Chen family hall, stood at the front, and a thin young man was kneeling beside him. He carefully looked at his legs, which were covered by his robe, and they were somewhat bent unnaturally.Surrounding these two people, there were many members of the Chen Family Tang's gang, those who were usually proud and arrogant, now lowered their heads one by one, as if they were being humiliated.

This is indeed a great shame.

Soon someone recognized that the young man kneeling on the ground was Chen Cheng's son, and the man behind him holding a fly whisk with a serious face was the Wudaoshanren enshrined by Chen Jiatang.

Such a big battle made the shopkeeper of Baihualou want to cry without tears.

Pedestrians stopped one after another, looked around curiously, and within a short time, the place was blocked.The monks in the building also opened their heads to look around for no apparent reason. The more people there were, the lower the head of the young man kneeling on the ground was. He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, wishing he could bury his face in the ground.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a pot of peonies fell from the window sill because of the crowd, temporarily suppressing the din of voices.

The shopkeeper of Baihualou trembled, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.Today, all the flowers in Baihualou were sent by the guests, and a pot has already been folded. If the other party pursues it, how can he explain it?The signboard of Baihualou is about to be smashed!

The shopkeeper wiped off his sweat, and repeatedly advised Chen Cheng and others to leave first. The Baihualou was already full, and no guests were accepted today.But Chen Cheng insisted on not leaving, bluntly saying that he came to Meng Qiqi to make amends, and hoped to see him.

Seeing that this matter was not going to end well, the shopkeeper hurriedly sent someone to the second floor to inquire.He can't afford to offend Mr. Chen, the leader of the Black Street, and he absolutely doesn't have the ability to drive people away.

However, the person who went to inquire hadn't come back yet, and those who were kneeling had already begun to feel overwhelmed.

The young man's body trembled, and his face had already begun to turn pale.Although this was too weak, but when everyone saw his lame leg, they swallowed their questioning words back into their stomachs.

"What kind of evil is this? Why did you let him kneel there alone?"

"Didn't you mean to offend that little uncle?"

"But... have you seen those? It is said that they are all big shots!"

"After waiting for a long time, there is no movement in the building. What's going on?"

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, but Princess Yihe and the emperor still stayed in Baihualou, taking in the commotion outside through the half-closed casement.

Princess Yihe carefully looked at her father's expression from the corner of her eye, half of his face was covered by the shadow of Zhu Chuang, and those deep and dark eyes narrowed slightly, which made her shudder.

It was the emperor who suddenly changed his mind when he was about to go out just now, and stayed in the building to wait and see what happened.But this "change" really made him unhappy.

But at this time, the people outside knew nothing about the situation inside the building, especially Chen Cheng, who even just now knew that Her Highness the Princess entered the Baihua Building before him.

There is no doubt that Princess Yihe must have gone to see Meng Qiqi, but he had no choice but to do so.The people from Wudao Mountain have already been recognized. What happened back then was like a pustule filled with venom. If it was not pierced in time, more people might be poisoned to death.

"Please inform the shopkeeper again, Chen is waiting here, please let me see Meng Xianjun. What happened back then was Chen's fault, please Meng Xianjun clearly!" After finishing speaking, with a plop, Chen Cheng also knelt down.

There was an uproar all around, and suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the crowd, "The forbidden army is here!"

The sound of neat footsteps and the rubbing of silver armor came unexpectedly, and the common people who joined in the fun dispersed almost instantly, making way for the imperial army.

The deterrent power of the Forbidden Army in Shenjing can be seen.

The emperor's eyes suddenly darkened again.

Princess Yihe saw it, but closed her mouth knowingly, and waited quietly.

This time the imperial army was dispatched, Lieutenant Lin was on the list, but with his military rank, he could only rank second this time.Because the leader of the team was Gu Mingyi, the third in command of the Defense Department.

As soon as Gu Mingyi arrived, the chaos leveled off, and even the monks in Baihualou who knew him didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of General Gu.

The noise gradually subsided, and the faint sigh of the emperor became very obvious.

Princess Yihe couldn't help cheering up. At this moment, the words of Gu Mingyi asking Lieutenant Lin to invite Meng Qiqi reached her ears, and she couldn't help but sigh like an emperor.

But it was a breath of helplessness mixed with joy.

Why bother, rushing to die.

The emperor turned away, unwilling to look any further.He casually untied the token at his waist and threw it to Princess Yihe, and while walking towards the back door, he said: "Shut up all the people making noise outside the door to Yulin Terrace, and leave this matter to you. Anyone who trespasses will be killed immediately."

"Yes, Royal Father." Princess Yihe lowered her head deeply.

The four words "cutting and not pardoning" are too heavy.The sword marks that Zhou Ziheng had slashed back then remained on the Yulin Terrace, and the wind and frost had not even worn it away. Now that there are such a group of people imprisoned, I am afraid... Shenjing will become lively again.

Thinking of this, Princess Yihe couldn't help but smile a little in her downcast eyes.

At the tea stand not far from Baihualou, Meng Qiqi threw a few copper coins into a clean tea bowl, jingled a few times, and walked away.Chen Boyan and Shen Qingya walked beside him, one on the left and one on the right. During the conversation, there was still a trace of curiosity and doubt in Shen Qingya's words.

"People from the Chen family hall, why did they push themselves onto the stage so recklessly? We haven't come to settle accounts with them yet, have we?"

This is exactly where Meng Qiqi's doubts lie. He just frightened them yesterday. Why did the people who hunted and killed them in Manshenjing take the initiative to come to confess their crimes?

Even if they let the Young Master Chen Tang kneel on the ground to win the sympathy of the onlookers for a while, so what?Can they use this to put pressure on Meng Qiqi?cannot.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiqi said: "Back then, Chen Jiatang colluded with the Imperial Army, but in fact what we saw was just the tip of the iceberg, the most superficial layer. What about the back? Perhaps, this is called a strong man breaking his wrist, and Chen Jiatang is The severed hand. The other party wanted to use this to show us their goodwill and let us stop entanglement."

Shen Qingya was thoughtful, and said: "It's not impossible, but now that you have brought the matter to Mr. Huang, the other party may jump over the wall in a hurry."

"We didn't come to Shenjing to seize power. The water in Shenjing is so deep and things are so complicated. The three of us alone will choke if we are not careful. It is the right way to push things out and let others solve them for us. But... when will you use the idiom "Goo Ji Tiao Wall?" Meng Qiqi was surprised.

Shen Qingya was helpless, "Didn't I learn this from you?"

Meng Qiqi said: "I'm wronged, who told you not to learn from the good and to learn from the bad, right, master nephew?"

Chen Boyan said: "Little Martial Uncle is absolutely right."

Shen Qingya was completely speechless, shook her head and walked ahead, ignoring them.

Meng Qiqi looked at Chen Boyan, planning to settle the score after the fall, "Master nephew, just now Her Royal Highness the princess looked back at you for the last time, he hesitated to speak, and all the affection is in my heart."

Chen Boyan sat upright, and said: "Young Master Uncle, don't make fun of me."

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows, "Why am I joking? You didn't dare to look at her just now, there must be something tricky."

Chen Boyan: "..."

Meng Qiqi: "Am I wrong?"

Chen Boyan: "What my little uncle said is absolutely true."

This time it was Meng Qiqi's turn to be speechless. She narrowed her eyes, and the murderous aura emanating from her body made the passers-by tremble uncontrollably.

However, Chen Boyan seemed not to feel the coldness at all, and miraculously took out a light pink flower the size of a wine glass from his sleeve, handed it over, and said, "I found a hundred flowers, but I don't want to ask others to look at them. This is The last one hundred and one flowers are given to my junior uncle. I hope my junior uncle will not be angry with my nephew again, okay?"

The bustling crowd, the flowers have gradually faded away.

The last one hundred and one flowers bloomed on the fingertips, exuding a refreshing fragrance.The spring breeze blew gently, and the outermost petal swirled and fell, and suddenly, countless petals filled Meng Qiqi's heart.

Meng Qiqi thought that Chen Boyan was probably his nemesis.To make him happy, to make him sad, is just a blink of an eye.He stretched out his hand to take the flower, and sighed quietly: "Master nephew, you are so talkative, how can I believe that the princess is not interested in you?"

Chen Boyan: "..."

Meng Qiqi saw that he couldn't bear the sternness on his face, so she smiled suddenly, quickly inserted the pink flower on Chen Boyan's temple, winked at him, and walked away like the wind.

It was really a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, people disappeared.

Shen Qingya, who was walking ahead alone, looked at Meng Qiqi who suddenly appeared by his side, and couldn't help asking, "Are you quarreling with him again?"

"What's the matter?" Meng Qiqi didn't blush or pant, and walked with her hands behind her back in a suave manner.

Shen Qingya smiled, looked back, but didn't see any tricks, so she gave up.

Not long after, Zhao's house arrived.

After Zhao Haiping resigned, he moved from the former General's Mansion to the most secluded corner of the north of the city. The three of them gradually moved away from the bustling market, and after inquiring all the way, they finally found this remote place surrounded by bamboo fences.

"In Shenjing City, there is such a place." Shen Qingya looked at the bamboo shadows and deep vegetation in front of him, took a deep breath, and felt that the lingering in his mouth and nose was refreshing.Looking back and looking back, there are little waves of light on the blue waves, which separates the hustle and bustle of the world very far.

There is a large lake in the north of the city, and Zhao's house is located in the corner between the lake and the city wall, and it is a corner.Looking from the other side of the lake, there is only a dense bamboo forest here, but I don't know that there is a once prominent general in the bamboo forest.

Meng Qiqi knocked on the bamboo door lightly, "Is Uncle Zhao there? Zhou Zhoulang's descendants have come to see you."

Qingyue's voice spread into the forest, in exchange for bamboo leaf salsa.The three of them shouted twice and waited quietly, their attitudes were more respectful than when they faced the emperor in Baihualou.

Visiting Zhao Haiping was something Meng Qiqi had decided early on. He didn't know much about the Yuan-Wu war, but no matter how much the emperor regretted or regretted it in front of him, he couldn't simply regard it as Zhou Ziheng's friend.First of all, he was an emperor, the emperor who forced Zhou Ziheng to stay out of Shenjing ever since.

Meng Qiqi will always remember the scene when Zhou Ziheng took him through Shenjing, standing outside the city gate and looking at the towering city wall.

It was so disappointing and heartbreaking that Zhou Ziheng, who valued love and righteousness, made such an oath.At that time Meng Qiqi still didn't understand, what could be more important than life?Zhou Ziheng was injured, so he should go to the city to recuperate, but Zhou Ziheng refused to do anything, and he believed that a pot of wine could cure anything that hurt his eyes.

So he drank the wine again and staggered away.

That is an alcoholic, Meng Qiqi thought, if one day he dies, he must be drunk to death.

But Zhao Haiping is different. Zhou Ziheng once said to him——If you go to Shenjing one day, remember to call on my second brother for me.You can ask him for help if you need anything.

Not long after, there was finally an echo in the quiet bamboo fence.A ten-year-old boy in Tsing Yi trotted out from the inside, his clear eyes that did not know much about the world swept across Meng Qiqi and the three of them, bowed to them shyly, and said, "The guests have been waiting for a long time."

Meng Qiqi smiled and said, "It's okay, is Uncle Zhao in there?"

"Here." The little boy nodded and opened the door to invite them in.

Under the leadership of Xiaotong, the three of them soon came to a small bamboo building shaded by green bamboos. Xiaotong told them to wait a while, and was about to call for someone with his clothes on, when a bell-like male voice came from behind the bamboo building.

"Come here, come here, who is Shiro's descendant?" A strong man with sweat on his body and shirtless strode forward. Although he was over fifty years old, he was still full of energy.

Meng Qiqi took a step forward, bent down to salute, "Meng Xiu has seen Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Haiping walked up to Meng Qiqi in a few steps, looked him up and down, his eyes suddenly turned red for such a mighty man.He hastily helped him up, "Nephew, please don't see me, we don't talk about this politeness."

"Father, father!" The little boy hurriedly pulled his clothes, and reminded in a low voice, "Put your clothes on first, father."

Zhao Haiping just slapped his forehead, remembering that he came here in a hurry on the way of martial arts practice, and he was shirtless, it was too rude.So he left the little boy to greet the guests, and hurriedly ran back to the house to change clothes.

The little boy was a little embarrassed covering his face, so Shen Qingya gently rubbed his head and asked, "Why don't you invite us to sit in?"

"Ah, please come in!" The little boy didn't care about the embarrassment, and diligently took them to the pavilion next to the bamboo building, which was specially used for receiving guests, and turned around to serve tea.

Before the tea was ready, he took a bucket to fetch water from the well by himself. He was very sensible at such a young age.

Meng Qiqi looked around, it seemed that Zhao Haiping and Xiaotong were the only ones here, all green at first glance, and the sound of fallen leaves and birdsong lingering in his ears, it was really very quiet.

"This place is really a good place." Shen Qingya's eyes showed joy. He is quiet by nature, and he must be the quietest one even among the noisy crowd. This kind of place is perfect for him.

At this time, Zhao Haiping came back. He seemed to be impatient, and he couldn't hold out three sentences of pleasantries, so he went straight to the topic: "How is Shiro now? Have you found him?"

Meng Qiqi shook her head, "There is no news yet."

After a pause, he asked again: "Uncle Zhao, have you thought about leaving Shenjing to find him?"

Zhao Haiping was silent, with a bitter look on his resolute face, "It's not that I don't want to look for it, but that I can't leave. Shenjing is not my territory. Although I handed over the seal of leadership, if someone doesn't believe me, then I will Can't go."

"Is... Your Majesty today?" Meng Qiqi asked.

"As you can guess, Shiro must have told you many things. I couldn't persuade the two of them to break up. In the end, I was discouraged and resigned altogether. But your majesty is your majesty after all, so I still think about it." It's so easy."

"He is afraid that you will turn against him for my little uncle?" Meng Qiqi said.

"Who knows." Zhao Haiping's deep voice seemed to hide a trace of sarcasm. Finally, he waved his hand and smiled again: "I won't mention this. You came from a long way, I should treat you well, but Shiro Before I left, I put something here, saying it was very important. Come with me, and I will give it to you first."