The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Lu Zhibei and Feng Sunan brought people into the mansion, alarming Su Jing. She hurriedly placed Yu Yi in the guest room, and learned what had happened from Lu Zhibei and others, but she didn't say much.

She and Mei Zhenyi spent most of their time in the Northwest, leaving Mei Geng and Qin Gui in Yong'an. It was thanks to these brothers who were by his side. If something happens, he will definitely not stand idly by.

Mei Geng, who had settled down Chu Ce, hurried over, seeing Su Jing who had just left the house was slightly startled, and immediately curbed her hostility and gloom, nodded and said, "Mother."

Su Jing raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her hand and patted her son's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the majestic Prince Chu Xiping's Mansion won't be afraid of him, a lord."

Mei Geng couldn't help but laugh, this remark had the same meaning as "the head of the official university, you crush him to death".He looked at the inconspicuous fine lines at the corners of Su Jing's eyes, his eyes were soft, and he replied softly, "What mother said is true."

It was the first time for him to hear such words from his well-educated mother. It can be seen that the Northwest War and the death of his father forced this gentle princess to become tough.

Mei Geng sighed lightly, he had already seen that she had gray hair on her temples.

"Well, let's go in and have a look." Su Jing walked away with her cloak on her arm, but her eyes were darkly cold.

Not to mention the rumors about Yongding Hou's mansion, she had heard about it when she was far in the northwest, and she had seen the daughter of General Dingyuan's family before, she was a dignified and virtuous girl, but a bit lonely.

But he didn't expect to end up like this, and even his son was struggling.

Candles were burning in the room, and Yu Yi hadn't woken up yet, the three of them sat around the sandalwood table outside the screen.

Feng Sunan waved his folding fan with emotion, "Mei Geng, your mother is too kind, you see, my father and my mother are more vicious than the other."

Mei Geng smiled, then suppressed the smile, Junyi's brows turned cold, and asked softly: "How is Yu Yi?"

"I can't die." Lu Zhibei's tone sank, and he gritted his teeth and glanced at Feng Sunan, "Mei Geng and I haven't been in Yong'an for the past two years, what's going on with Yu Yi? No matter how brave Yu Lan is, how dare he attack him in public ?”

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The folding fan fell off the table, and Feng Sunan was so frightened that he almost fell off the chair, pursed his lips in aggrieved face, and choked out a sentence: "You still have the nerve to ask?"

Lu Zhibei had doubts written all over his face.

Feng Sunan slapped the table with a slap, as if he was about to speak, he was distraught and indignant: "One and two of you have gone out, let me deal with the group of wolves, tigers and leopards in Yong'an by myself, do you know that the crown prince and the old man Sihe teamed up to cheat His Highness Fifth, but I couldn’t enter the palace. Last year, the fifth prince fell down the steps of the Ninghui Tower and broke his leg. I tried my best to send the medicine to the palace, otherwise his legs would be broken. It's useless."

Before the words were finished, a cold air suddenly appeared around, and it went from Linxia to winter in an instant.

The knuckles of Mei Geng holding the teacup turned white, and the dancing candles were reflected in his eyes, but it was extremely cold, Feng Sunan paused for a moment as if feeling something, and then heard Mei Geng's cold voice: "Continue."

Feng Sunan swallowed his saliva, his arrogance was depressed for more than a star, and he hummed again: "Yu Yi also knows about this. When Mei Geng was here, no one in Yong'an City dared to provoke the Fifth Prince, but the army newspaper who was defeated in the Northwest War One by one, it was sent back to Yong'an. It is not a secret that Yu Yi and Mei Geng are friends. The momentum is weak and the situation is so chaotic, even if I have three heads and six arms, I can't fight the fire on both sides!"

There was a moment of silence.

Lu Zhibei was stunned for a while and couldn't speak. He didn't like Yong'an's official battles at all, and he thought that leading troops to fight was not as good as Mei Geng's father and son and father. He even ran away secretly when he left home. Forced by the situation, he is Lu Taiwei's only son after all.

When he questioned Feng Sunan aggressively, he didn't think too much about it. Now that he thinks about it, Mei Geng left to protect his family and the country, but he left everything behind, so how could he have the right to question him?

The three of them were speechless for a while, and suddenly, there was a click.

The delicate celadon cups were shattered all over the table, and the warm tea and bright red blood trickled down drop by drop.

After all, the porcelain cup failed to survive in Mei Geng's hands. Feng Sunan and Lu Zhibei stopped at the same time, and saw the handsome young man's brows filled with shocking evil spirits, like a thick black cloud The fog shrouded his whole body in it, just like a life-seeking Shura who crawled out of the underworld.

He said softly: "It won't happen again."

It's not that Mei Geng could not have imagined that Chu Ce and Yu Yi would be wronged, but no matter in the previous life or in this life, he never expected that they would be bullied to such an extent.

This seemingly unconvincing guarantee left Feng Sunan and Lu Zhibei speechless.

"Leave this matter to me." Mei Geng withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and looked down at the broken porcelain pieces deeply embedded in his palm, the snow-white porcelain, and the scarlet blood.

Both Feng Sunan and Lu Zhibei remained silent this time.

Seeing that King Xiping looks like an evil star, how dare he refute it?

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After the two left, Mei Geng sat there for a long time, picked up the broken porcelain pieces, washed his bloody hands, and left the room.

The yard looked barren, there were not many servants, and the grass and trees were withered and yellow. Mei Geng glanced lightly, and went back to the bedroom under the moonlight.

Before entering the door, he saw the candle light from a distance, he pushed the door gently and walked in, facing the young man lying on the table outside the screen, sleeping soundly and breathing steadily.

Now that he is young, with immature eyebrows and eyes, and a face like white jade, he is clearly the little guy who grew up in Yong'an, but his delicate face is Jiangnan style, soft and waxy.

Mei Geng had seen this man's grown-up appearance, and he really had picturesque features. Standing tall and tall under the willow tree, he could stand out from the cold weather of early spring and stand out from the scenery of April in the south of the Yangtze River.

She was so beautiful that even if she was as demon as Yu Yi, she couldn't compare to Chu Ce's snow-like purity.

He didn't know how long he stood at the door before he realized that the door was still open, so he closed the door without hesitation, so as not to disturb the child to sleep.

It was only after finishing that he realized that Mei Geng smiled wryly, what is he doing?

His feet were completely frozen, he stood where he was, neither walked nor stood, and he had been considerate to him, and these subconscious cares had penetrated into his bones.

He sighed softly and stepped forward, regardless of whether it would disturb the young man, he hugged him full and walked behind the screen.

The little prince didn't move, and Mei Geng guessed that he was awake.

Chu Ce didn't speak, so he pretended he was still asleep, hugged him back to his room and put him on the couch, sat on the side by himself, and looked at the already beautiful face of the little guy by the candlelight, and saw the expression for a moment. .

There was warmth in his palm, but he unconsciously thought of that night, the night when he killed him with his own hands, it was so cruel and cruel, the skin in his hand was so cold that he almost frostbitten his entire hand.

The wound made by the porcelain shard on his palm suddenly felt a slight pain.