Pick up a prince, eat it and wipe it up

Her master princess and Princess Chengxuan can prepare things for her master. Even if something is missing, isn't the Queen Mother in the palace preparing it, so he joins in the fun.Fortunately, Xiaotao didn't have the guts to say such things to refute Meng Haoping.

When Xiaotao came out of the Zhenbei Palace, she got into the carriage and quickly rubbed her face. She felt that her face was about to stiffen after entering the Zhenbei Palace.

The son of the Minister of Rites watched with a smile as the room became calm again, and then he said goodbye to Meng Haoping.He had seen the excitement, and he didn't feel that he could discover some other content if he stayed here. Instead of staying here and panicking, he might as well go back and feel more comfortable.

Of course, anyone in Meng Haoping's place will feel panicked. After all, if the other party, as the host, doesn't take the initiative to talk to you, you can't just say one sentence after another, endlessly, right?

Anyway, the son of the Minister of Rites doesn't know how to talk to himself like a fool, at least he thinks he doesn't.

That being the case, he had no intention of taking it any longer, and when he returned home, he also had something to say.

"Master, this one, you shouldn't talk too much, right?"

The expression on that son's face when he left was very intriguing, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to have no good intentions.

Meng Haoping shook his head when he heard the words: "It doesn't matter if you say it or not." The left and right are just strangers, and they haven't been in touch for so long, but they started to tremble after being a servant of the Ministry of Rites. Teach him what to do and what not to do.

Meng Haoping stood up, straightened his skirt, and went out, the servant was stunned: "Master, where are you going?"

But where did the slave ask the master about it?The boy smiled mischievously, and after slapping himself abruptly, he quickened his steps and followed Meng Haoping who was walking in front.

Meng Haoping didn't go anywhere else, but went directly to King Zhenbei.To be honest, Meng Haoping was not interested in going to other places in the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, nor was he interested in other aunts, brothers and sisters at all.

However, halfway on the way, he saw a boy looking at him with gloomy eyes from a distance.

It's not that Meng Haoping can't feel it. This man's eyes have been staring at him since he appeared in his line of sight.Meng Haoping glanced back at him, the boy was a little thin, he was about ten years old, his clothes were messy and a little old.His appearance made Meng Haoping squint his eyes. If he hadn't met Wuyou back then, he might not be in a worse situation than him.

Meng Haoping calmly withdrew his gaze and walked straight forward.The servant behind him looked at the boy over there and the master in front of him with complicated eyes.

He thought that Meng Haoping would ask who that person was, and he had thought about how to return to his master for a while, but Meng Haoping didn't even ask a question, as if the one he just met was not worthy of him at all. People to follow.But it's true, since the son of the world has already become the son of the world, and the position under the buttocks is firmly seated, then that person is not worth paying attention to at all.It's just, it's a pity...

The servant lowered his eyes and followed Meng Haoping silently without saying anything unnecessary.

However, after they passed by, the cold light came out from the other side, looked at the figure staring at Meng Haoping's back with serious eyes, and raised his hand: "Take it down."

"Yes, Master Han Guang."

The guards moved very nimbly, and took the man into their hands without any trouble.The person in his hand was very thin, and every time he grabbed it, he could only grab a handful of bones, as if his whole body was nothing but the bones and the skin attached to the bones.

The child didn't struggle, and a gloomy face that looked a little like King Zhenbei was exposed in the air.

The guards didn't even blink their eyes, obviously they knew more about him than the servants in the mansion.Likewise, the child's condition did not excite them the slightest sympathy.After the guards cupped their hands against the cold light, they dragged the child and turned around to leave.

At the moment when the child was dragged away, the child who had been honestly letting those guards drag him with thick hands and feet suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, apparently he hadn't heard it for a long time. caused by speaking.

"why?"

The child has always wanted to ask why, and he didn't know if he was asking the guards who grabbed him, Master Han Guang, or the master behind them.

The same is the son, the same is the son, why is there such a big difference, but it is my mother who committed the crime.But it was the mother who committed the crime, so what does it matter to him?Could it be that King Zhenbei can't even tolerate his own flesh and blood?

Meng Yanchen was imprisoned in Liufang Pavilion, asking himself year after year.He wanted to ask his father about the mystery that he couldn't solve by himself, but unfortunately, he didn't have the qualifications.

The treatment in Liufang Pavilion is getting worse every year. In fact, it can’t be said that, but it’s been bad since the first year of entering Liufang Pavilion. It’s just that at that time, you can still eat enough. Now, Liufang Pavilion It was as if he had been forgotten by others, and it was hard to see him personally.

The child couldn't help showing a mocking smile, and that smile set off his gloomy little face, making people feel the chill rushing from the soles of their feet to their heads.

Han Guang frowned slightly, and waved his hands to the guards who were looking at him. The guards stopped, but they didn't relax the hand holding the child at all.

The child's dangling fingers slowly clenched tightly. It is indeed a good dog beside his father, and it is better than the words of many masters in the Zhenbei Palace.From his point of view, these guards might not even listen to the words of those concubines and concubines, but they would listen to the words of one of his servants. Sure enough, the mansion is already in chaos.

Since it's messed up, then he...

"Young Master, don't you understand?"

"……what?"

The cold light interrupted Meng Yanchen's thoughts, and he was a bit speechless.

"Young master, have you ever seen how so many young ladies and young masters in this mansion are like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Those are the prince's own flesh and blood."