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

Meng Zehe walked angrily for a long distance, then stopped suddenly, covering his upper abdomen with his hands, his face pale.

His intestines and stomach are not good, and he needs to be carefully raised.

He hadn't eaten all day and night, he was very hungry, and in the morning he finally couldn't bear it, and took the pastry that Zhao Ahua handed over.It's just that, just as the pastry was in the mouth, Jiang Luan rushed in with someone, so the pastry was naturally uneatable.

He was already hungry, but now this hunger turned into pain, throbbing, which made his stomach feel uncomfortable.

Meng Zehe leaned on the wall, bent over, his face was so painful that it was almost ferocious.

Both Zhao Ahua and Zhang Laoliu approached worriedly.

"Son, what's the matter?"

"Are you hungry? Go get some food."

Zhang Laoliu stood guard there, while Zhao Ahua went to look for food nearby.

Zhao Ahua took out her sleeve and only took out a few pennies. Those people were so cruel that they didn't leave anything of value to her!

Zhao Ahua could only buy two black-faced steamed buns with the few pennies, and hurried back.

Meng Zehe was sitting on the ground, Zhang Laoliu was standing a few steps away from him, his rough face was full of worry, he wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to get close.

Zhao Ahua took the two steamed buns and handed them to Meng Zehe: "Son, eat something quickly."

Meng Zehe has always been exquisite in food, has he ever seen such crude food?

His stomach was extremely hungry, but he still didn't take the two steamed buns.

time flies.

Meng Zehe held on desperately.

The stomach ached more and more, and Meng Zehe almost convulsed from the pain.

The steamed bun that he disliked also exudes a fragrance at this time.

Meng Zehe finally couldn't help it, took the two steamed buns, and gnawed them.

Meng Zehe couldn't care less about it anymore. At this moment, he only had one thought, which was to fill his stomach.

Meng Zehe ate the steamed bun in embarrassment, and then he froze suddenly.

I saw a carriage approaching slowly from not far away.

The man driving the carriage was looking at Meng Zehe with strange eyes.

This coachman is the coachman of Prince Yu's Mansion!

Probably because he was used to seeing Meng Zehe's elegant appearance, he was stunned when he saw Meng Zehe's embarrassed appearance gnawing on steamed buns.

Meng Zehe didn't care about being hungry, he just felt a burning pain on his face, and threw away the steamed bun in his hand.

The carriage had already passed Meng Zehe's side.

Meng Zehe suddenly came back to his senses, the person sitting in the carriage might be King Yu!

Meng Zehe's eyes turned red, and he chased after the carriage.

"My lord!"

While chasing, he shouted loudly.

in the carriage.

Zhao Minghong was resting with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard a familiar cry, he opened his eyes suddenly.

That sound was not a hallucination.

Zhao Minghong seemed to have thought of something, he stretched out his hand, but he withdrew his hand instead of opening the curtain.

Let the call get further and further away.

Jin Wangfu.

"My lord, His Royal Highness King Yu is outside and wants to see you." The guard reported.

Zhao Zhu naturally knew Zhao Minghong's intention.

The two brothers have always been at odds and have nothing to talk about. Zhao Minghong obviously came here for Jiang Luan.

Knowing that Jiang Luan is the son of General Meng, Zhao Minghong will definitely come to please him in every possible way.

Zhao Zhu felt that Jiang Luan's new identity also had disadvantages, as it was easy to provoke flies.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a cold light in his deep eyes: "Let him come to the living room."

living room.

When Zhao Minghong came in, he saw Zhao Zhi sitting there, pouring tea.

Zhao Minghong walked over and sat down opposite Zhao Zhi.

"Third Brother." Zhao Minghong said.

With a serious expression on Zhao Zhu's face, he poured two cups of tea out of the teapot, and first handed a cup to Zhao Minghong.He pondered for a moment, then handed another cup to Zhao Minghong.

Zhao Minghong looked at the two cups of tea in front of him, it was obvious that Zhao Zhi's behavior was very strange.

"What does third brother mean?" Zhao Minghong asked.

"This is my favorite drink, Biluochun." Zhao Zhi said, "But Xiao Luan won't let me drink it, saying it will affect my sleep, so I can only give it to my second brother."

Zhao Minghong: "..."

little mess...

Such an intimate name...

Zhao Minghong's chest was stuffy, and he took a deep breath.

"ginger……"

Just as Zhao Minghong was about to speak, Zhao Zhu interrupted him.

"Second Brother's leg still hurts recently?"

Zhao Minghong was a little puzzled, why did Zhao Zhi ever care about him?

Zhao Minghong thought Zhao Zhi was asking about his leg injury, but he still said: "It still hurts in the cold weather."

Zhao Zhu said: "I used to be like this, but now, whenever I feel pain, Xiao Luan rushes to press it for me, and it doesn't hurt much anymore."

Zhao Minghong: "..."

Just now Zhao Minghong breathed a sigh of relief, but this time, his blood was churning and he was about to vomit blood.

Zhao Zhu still had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, but Zhao Minghong vaguely read the meaning of showing off from his face.

Zhao Zhu looked at Zhao Minghong: "What did Second Brother want to say just now?"

Zhao Minghong gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see Jiang Ran."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Luan's temper is a bit wild, and he doesn't know where he is at the moment. I'll send someone to find him."

Zhao Zhi sent one of his servants to find Jiang Luan, which can be said to be quite a face.

……

Jiang Luan yawned several times in a row, he always felt that someone was speaking ill of him.

Before finding out who was speaking ill, a guard suddenly came over and handed Jiang Luan a robe.

"The prince is in the living room, send it to the prince."

Jiang Luan looked at the sunny day outside. In such a hot weather, do I need to add more clothes?

Although Jiang Luan felt a little strange, he still sent the clothes.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Luan saw two people sitting there.

As soon as Jiang Luan entered, one of the people's eyes fell on Jiang Luan.

Jiang Luan rolled his eyes back, walked up to Zhao Zhu, and handed the clothes to Zhao Zhu.

Zhao Zhu didn't answer, with a cold face: "Where did you go just now? Didn't this king send someone to look for you?"

He was found, otherwise how would he know to bring clothes to the living room?

Jiang Luan felt that His Royal Highness King Jin was playing tricks, so he kept silent.

Zhao Zhi sighed: "Forget it, although I am playful, I still worried about the coldness of the king, so I sent clothes to the king."

Zhao Zhu took the clothes and put them on his body, quite helpless and doting.

Jiang Luan: "..."

What a showman.

But it works well.

Looking at Zhao Minghong, who was opposite him, he was so angry that he was about to go berserk.

Seeing Zhao Minghong sad, Jiang Luan was also very happy.

Jiang Luan got closer and fastened Zhao Zhi's robe a little more: "The wind is strong, the prince is already cold, please keep warm."

The veins on Zhao Minghong's forehead burst, but he still held back and didn't leave.

Zhao Minghong sat there drinking tea.

Zhao Zhu's forehead began to sweat hotly, and impatience shone in his eyes.

Jiang Luan couldn't help laughing at Zhao Zhi's sweaty appearance.The reason for that laugh was different from the reason for laughing at Zhao Minghong, it was to be teased.

Seeing Zhao Zhu's hot sweat getting more and more fierce, Jiang Luan couldn't stand it anymore.

"My lord, the wind and cold seem to be serious, let me wipe your sweat for you."

Jiang Luan took a handkerchief and wiped Zhao Zhuo's sweat.

Zhao Zhu originally wanted to anger Zhao Minghong, but at this moment, his eyes fell on Jiang Luan's small face unconsciously.

His eyebrows and eyes are low and smooth, his facial features are exquisite, and he looks well-behaved and cute.However, Zhao Zhi knows that he is a kitten, and if he is provoked, he will stretch out his sharp claws and scratch the opponent hard.

Zhao Minghong really couldn't bear to watch it any longer, he just felt that the Biluochun in his mouth was bitter, so he put down his tea, turned and left.

As soon as the person left, Zhao Zhi quickly took off his outer robe, not only that, he also took off the outer layer of clothes, and only wore a thin middle coat.

Jiang Luan saw that his shirt was covered in sweat, and couldn't help laughing. Jiang Luan laughed so hard that he hugged his stomach and almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhu frowned, took his two layers of clothes, and put them directly on Jiang Luan's body, wrapping them tightly.

Jiang Luan wanted to struggle, but Zhao Zhi was very strong, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Jiang Luan was covered by the man's loose robe, and the smell of sweat was inhaled into his nostrils, carrying a man's unique breath, Jiang Luan's face couldn't help turning red.

It's a little hot, and I don't know if it's because of the smell or wearing too many clothes.

Jiang Luan's face was flushed, and he glared at Zhao Zhi angrily, then pushed hard, pushing Zhao Zhi away.

Zhao Zhu looked at Jiang Luan's leaving back, and all he could recall in his mind was the embarrassing expression.

It's really cute.

Zhao Zhu felt his whole body go limp.

When Jiang Luan returned to his residence, he saw a huge box at the door.

One person stood beside the box with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

"Mr. Jiang, this is something sent by the three sons of the Meng family. They say that only you can open it."

Jiang Luan looked at the box. The box was very big, and it should have contained a lot of things.

"That's all?" Jiang Luan asked.

The man froze for a moment, did he feel less?

"Isn't there still you?" Jiang Luan continued.

That person came to his senses, he raised his head, and a handsome face was revealed.

Meng Wen also.

"Little Luan, how did you find out?" Meng Wen also asked.

"Although you are wearing the clothes of a servant, your temperament is different." Jiang said in confusion.

Meng Wenye's expression was very gentle: "Xiao Luan, you're really smart."

Jiang Luan: "No, you overestimated your acting skills."

Meng Wen was not annoyed either: "Open it and have a look."

In fact, Meng Wenye was still a little vain in his heart. These gifts were all prepared by his elder brother.

The eldest brother has a mysterious appearance, and he is not allowed to see it.

Thinking of the personality of the big brother's straight steel man, Jiang Luan was really afraid that he might not please the younger brother, and even make the younger brother afraid.

The eldest brother asked him to bring it.

However, the eldest brother speaks his mind and has a high status in the family, even he dare not refute it.

Jiang Luan opened the box.

A smell of iron hits the face.

I saw all kinds of weapons in the box, including knives, swords, bows and arrows, some without sheaths, glowing white, and looked cold.

Others were animal fur and teeth, with bloodstains on them.

Meng Wen also took a look and almost fainted.

Of course he is familiar with these things, they are the decorations in the elder brother's room, and they are also the achievements of the elder brother over the years.

However, even if this is the pride of the eldest brother, it is still very generous, and it should not be given to the younger brother.

The little brother is so weak, he must be afraid of this kind of thing!

They originally wanted to win the favor of the younger brother, but now they have attracted disgust!

If he had known earlier, he should have challenged his elder brother's authority. First, let's see what's inside!

Meng Wen also originally thought that Jiang Luan's face would turn pale from fright, but what he didn't expect was that Jiang Luan's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the things inside, and his eyes sparkled.

"Good sword!"

"It's a good knife, too."

"And this bow, could it be the legendary Cloud Piercing Bow?"

Seeing the excited look on his younger brother's face, Meng Wen was also a little confused.

Is there something wrong with his understanding of the younger brother?

No matter how thin the younger brother is, but after all the blood of the Meng family is flowing in his body, how can he be afraid of swords?