In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

When Jiang came here randomly, the servants were all polite.

When Jiang walked around, everyone had mocking expressions.

I thought he was favored, but it turned out to be just a flash in the pan.

With a gem like Mr. Meng, how can the prince like Jiang Luan?

Jiang Luan didn't care about those eyes, but walked back to his residence slowly, enjoying the scenery along the way.

This Prince Yu's mansion is very large, with carved railings and jade bricks, rockery and flowing water, it is much larger than the film and television city.

Pick a time to take a good look around the palace.

Jiang Luan's mobility is very strong, so he asked Xiao He to take him around the palace the next day.

"My lord, let me take you to the plum garden. The plum blossoms are in full bloom now." Xiao He said, leading Jiang Luan through an alley.

Jiang Luan followed behind Xiao He.

Just as Xiao He was about to walk out of the alley, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"My lord, shall we go another way?"

Jiang Luan was puzzled: "Didn't you say that this is the only way to the plum garden?"

"Young master, we are not in a hurry, why don't you enjoy the scenery in this alley?"

Looking at the high walls on both sides, he couldn't see anything, Jiang Luan: "..."

Jiang Luan soon knew why Xiao He blocked him.

On the road outside the alley, two figures slowly approached.

One is tall and tall, wearing a black robe, which outlines a strong body, while the other is thin and handsome, wearing a white fox fur cape.It was Zhao Minghong and Meng Zehe, Zhao Minghong put his arm around Meng Zehe's shoulders, with an intimate gesture.

Jiang Luan didn't hide, his face was normal, watching the two approaching.

If it was the original Jiang Luan, seeing this scene would definitely make him feel like a knife was twisting his heart.

The person I love the most gives all that tenderness to another person.Those memories of the old days have all become roses with thorns, stabbing people bloody.

However, Jiang Luan now only has those memories, but no such infatuation and love.

Zhao Minghong and Meng Zehe also saw Jiang Luan.

Meng Zehe suddenly grabbed Zhao Minghong's arm.

"My lord, let's change the way."

Some time ago, Zhao Minghong looked at Jiang Luan and became a little impatient, and walked around the road.

Meng Zehe is understanding.

Zhao Minghong stood there with his lips tightly pressed, without speaking.

After a while, he said: "It's almost here, there is no need to change."

The two continued to move forward. When they passed by Jiang Luan, Zhao Minghong stopped suddenly and pulled his cloak for Meng Zehe.

"It's cold, don't be cold." Zhao Minghong said softly.

Shyness showed on Meng Zehe's pale face, and he nodded slightly.

After Zhao Minghong finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Ran.

He thought Jiang Luan would have red eyes and feel wronged.

However, at this time, he was expressionless and his eyes were a little weird.

Zhao Minghong felt a little disappointed, and also had some inexplicable anger.Didn't you used to make trouble when you saw yourself and Zehe together? !

"Jiang Luan, do you have anything to say?" Zhao Minghong asked holding back his anger.

He thought, if Jiang Luan begged himself at this time, he might take him to enjoy the plum blossoms.After all, Jiang Luan had already begged himself several times.

Jiang Luan said: "My lord, why did you pull Mr. Meng's cloak just now? Mr. Meng's clothes are well worn just now, but if you pull it, it will loosen and not keep out the cold."

Zhao Minghong: "..."

Meng Zehe glanced at Jiang Ran thoughtfully.

"I don't need you to tell me about my king's affairs." Zhao Minghong said in a cold voice, and left with his arms around Meng Zehe.

Meng Zehe nestled in Zhao Minghong's arms, his body was weak, but his hands were tightly clenched into fists!

Leaving Jiang Luan and Xiao He standing in place.

Xiao He looked at Jiang Luan with a strange face.

Jiang Luan had an innocent face: "Just now he was the one who asked the question, but I said it, but he said I was pointing fingers."

Jiang Luan looked aggrieved.

Xiao He laughed out loud.

The two of them didn't go to Meiyuan again, but turned around and went back to their residence.

When Jiang Luan returned to his residence, he began to think.

When he closed his eyes, something similar to an operation panel appeared in his mind, which displayed 'resentment value: 9558'.

442 less.

Jiang randomly clicked on the following details, and saw that it read:

Zhao San, Qin Liu, -2;

Song Zhiyu, -100;

Zhao Minghong, -300;

Meng Zehe, -40.

Zhao San, Qin Liu, the names of this passer-by, according to the setting, are probably the names of the two young men a few days ago.

Jiang Luan felt that the way to reduce the value of resentment was probably to slap those who abused him in the previous life.

The reduction of this value is related to Jiang Luan's degree of resentment and slap in the face.

You have to find a way to speed up the process.

In the plum garden.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom, the scenery is picturesque, and the people are even more beautiful.

Meng Zehe was leaning against the plum tree, with a fair face and a white cloak. He was delicate and pitiful, and he was lovable.

However, Zhao Minghong was a little absent-minded.

Meng Zehe was considerate, so he naturally noticed it, and pursed his lips: "My lord, it's a bit cold, why don't we go back?"

Zhao Minghong came back to his senses: "Okay."

In the past, when Jiang Luan pestered him, Zhao Minghong felt annoyed.

But now, Jiang Luan became indifferent, and Zhao Minghong couldn't help thinking, why is Jiang Luan like this, is he out of temper with him?

The two returned to Mingzeyuan.

Just in time for lunch.

Meng Zehe suddenly said: "Prince, do you want Jiang Luan to have dinner with us? He has been with the prince for many years, and I have not thanked him face to face."

Zhao Minghong looked at Meng Zehe with an unfathomable expression: "Okay."

Meng Zehe couldn't help clenching his hands under the table.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang made a fuss.

As soon as Jiang Luan came in, two pairs of eyes fell on him.

Jiang Luan was wearing a black robe. His facial features were exquisite, his eyes were big and watery.

Meng Zehe hated his attractive appearance, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Jiang Luan, sit down." Meng Zehe said softly.

Jiang Luan was not polite, and sat down directly opposite Zhao Minghong.

Zhao Minghong's handsome face was expressionless, his gloomy eyes glanced at Jiang Luan's words, and then immediately looked away, as if he would feel impatient if he looked at him twice more.

Jiang Luan: ...I don't care what you see?

Soon, lunch will be served.

All kinds of dishes, one small dish and one small butterfly, very delicate.

Zhao Minghong moved his chopsticks first and took two bites.

Zhao Minghong put food into Meng Zehe's bowl: "It's all your favorite food."

Meng Zehe was a little shy, a blush added to his fair face: "Thank you, my lord."

Jiang Luan was speechless, do these two love to show their affection in front of his face so much?

If this is the original body, seeing the one I love with someone else is simply a prick in my heart.

Fortunately, Jiang Luan is not his original body, so he doesn't feel anything.

Seeing Jiang Luan's words, Meng Zehe seemed to react suddenly: "My lord, you should pick some for Jiang Luan too."

Meng Zehe behaved very generously.

If Meng Zehe hadn't driven him into the small broken courtyard and bullied him in various ways, Jiang Luan would have thought he was a big-hearted person.

Zhao Minghong was full of reluctance, but Meng Zehe mentioned it, so he could barely pick up a chopstick and put it in Jiang Luan's bowl.

Zhao Minghong had a benevolent expression, Jiang Luan should be grateful.

However, Jiang Luan changed the bowl directly, and put the bowl with vegetables aside.

Zhao Minghong frowned suddenly.

"Jiang Luan, what do you mean?"

Jiang Luan said: "I don't like to eat other people's saliva."

Meng Zehe gave Jiang Ran a weird look.

Zhao Minghong's face turned cold instantly.

"Zehe, get out for a while." Zhao Minghong suppressed his anger.

Meng Zehe put down his chopsticks, got up, left the room, and closed the door of the room.

Zhao Minghong stood up, across the table, directly grabbed Jiang Luan's hand.

Zhao Minghong's strength was so great that Jiang Luan's arm hurt from grabbing.

"Jiang Luan, stop making trouble!" Zhao Minghong said coldly, "Your making trouble like this will only make this king hate you even more!"

With these actions of his, Zhao Minghong just felt that he was losing his temper?

Jiang Luan looked at him, with seriousness in his clear eyes: "I'm not losing my temper, I'm a clean freak, and I really don't like eating people's saliva."

The two faced off.

"Don't you think I'm bored? Then I'll stay away from you in the future. I wish you and Meng Zehe grow old forever."

These two scumbags will grow old forever, don't harm other people.

Zhao Minghong only felt that he was in a weird mood. Jiang Luan said that he should be happy.

However, his heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

He fixed his eyes on Jiang Luan, trying to see a trace of anger in his eyes, but he failed.

Zhao Minghong suddenly felt weak all over, and let go of Jiang Luan's arm.

"roll!"

Jiang Luan obediently rolled away.

After returning home, he clicked on the control panel and saw that the grievance value had decreased by 238 to 9320.

Zhao Minghong: -138;

Meng Zehe: -100.

The harvest was good, Jiang Luan decided to reward himself with a chicken leg.