Meng Dong

Meng Dong raised his eyes and looked at Yan Hong without blinking. Even after listening to the other party's clearly rascal words, there was no trace of anger on his face, and he couldn't even see a trace of remorse.When Yan Hong was expecting his reaction, Meng Dong curled his lips and nodded seriously: "Of course what the prince said is correct, you are the master of Jiangling City, and the old prince still has his power, who in the whole city would dare to disobey you?" What do you mean?"

When Yan Hong heard the words "Old Prince", his pupils shrank slightly, and then he laughed out loud: "Are you planning to use my dead Lao Tzu to suppress me?" He leaned forward while speaking, his face Leaning in front of Meng Dong, "I can't figure it out. Is it because I like the feeling of being under others because I don't want to be the young owner of the Qiwu Pavilion, and I want to enter the palace to be a man's pet?"

"The young owner of Qiwu Hall?" Meng Dong let out an undisguised sneer, his lips were still raised, but Yan Hong could discern the sarcasm in his smile, but he didn't know whether the object of the taunt was him or not. Meng Dong himself.Yan Hong was a bit playful, wanting to see what this person would say to defend himself.

But Meng Dong lowered his eyes slowly, and his originally straight back also relaxed. He nodded towards Yan Hong: "I understand the meaning of the prince, and I really shouldn't come to the door to humiliate myself." As he spoke, he clenched his fingers into fists, "I should go back and be the young boss of my Qiwu Pavilion."

As he spoke, he gave Yan Hongshen a salute, turned around and walked out.

Yan Hong stared at his back for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: "What? You played enough tricks yesterday, are you going to play again today and want to refuse?"

"Anyway, no matter what strategy I plan to use today, as long as the prince plans to break his promise, I have nothing to do." Meng Dong turned his head and looked at Yan Hong quietly, "Although I came from a brothel, I am not completely shameless."

With a smile on his lips, Yan Hong snorted softly: "If you want me to say yes, although Qiwu Hall is a land of love and moon, but your mother is the boss behind the scenes after all, it is not appropriate to leave a good rich young master and noble son, why... ...?" At this point, Yan Hong raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Meng Dong's lower body, "I heard that your mother only has one son like you, and if she doesn't love you, she will keep it for the next generation, right?"

"Not everyone is as lucky as the prince," Meng Dong chuckled, "What does it matter if a son who doesn't know who his real father is if he can climb up the high branch of the Nanjun Palace?" He was talking , reached out and pulled the robe on his body, "Speaking of which, this robe was chosen by my mother herself. She said that our Nanjun king is different. He doesn't like the wide robe, so he had to take this one. Look at the expression on the prince's face just now." , her old man's calculation should be right this time."

Yan Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes couldn't help falling on Meng Dong again.In fact, he likes this person's appearance very much, especially when those eyes look at him, as if they want to take people's soul away.Yan Hong has come into contact with all kinds of people outside these years, most of them are new at first glance, but he has no interest when he wakes up, but this person makes him feel so different.

Originally, he just heard about Meng Dong's identity, and was worried that his mother would come and find him, which would cause some trouble for nothing, and it was meaningless if it spread that he was robbing the civilian men.But listening to Meng Dong's meaning, his mother seems to be eager to send him to the Nanjun Palace, if that's the case...

"Send your son to someone else as a male favorite, and your mother is not afraid of being laughed at if it is spread."

Meng Dong glanced at Yan Hong as if he had heard something funny: "My lord thinks that a woman from a good family background will become the owner of such a big family?" He lowered his head and casually played with his fingers, "My son is right For her, it was a joke from the beginning. Sending me to your prince's house is nothing more than inheriting my mother's career. Isn't that what people from our background do? Do you expect me to be able to Is it possible to be the top scorer in the exam?"

Meng Dong's tone was exceptionally contemptuous, but his expression was very normal, as if the protagonist in those words had nothing to do with him.

"Then if the king of Japan insists on breaking his promise and refuses to keep you in the palace, how do you plan to explain to your mother when you go back?"

"I have my own way of explaining it. Over the years, this is not the only time I disobeyed her." Meng Dong raised his head and glanced at Yan Hong, "Does the lord think that I came to the palace today to listen to her? My mother's words, to make her happy?"

"Then, wouldn't it be you who fell in love with me?"

"My lord is young, promising, and handsome, which is not bad for me, but even though he is sexually inclined, it is not for me." Meng Dong said lightly, "I grew up in Qiwu Pavilion since I was young, and I have seen People of all kinds have seen others' deliberate flattery, and also seen the contempt and disgust in others' eyes. They know that only by standing at the highest point can they not be bullied. The highest point of Jiangling City is naturally in the Nanjun Palace " He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Hong intently, "My mother is not the only one who wants to climb the high branches of the palace."

Yan Hong looked at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and leaned in front of his face, Meng Dong subconsciously closed his eyes, just when he thought Yan Hong would do something, he heard this man say in his ear: "The king will give You have a chance to climb a high branch, but how long this high branch can stay depends on your own ability." Speaking of this, he paused, and let out a playful smile, "Those who want to come out of the Qiwu Pavilion, also It should not disappoint this king."

After finishing the words, he stood up straight, and said to the outside: "Qingming, take Mr. Meng to take a bath and freshen up, and change his clothes by the way. Doesn't this Qiwu Pavilion even have a carriage? Let your young master bear the sun Walking over with your head covered in sweat, how disturbing are you?"

Meng Dong slowly opened his eyes. Yan Hong had already sat back on the chair and was slowly pouring tea for himself. When he noticed Meng Dong's gaze, he raised his head and said with a half-smile, "Why, wait for me to help you personally ? The king has no objection, but are you sure you don't want to leave a little bit of mystery at the end?"

Meng Dong was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his lips: "This kind of thing, of course, should be done according to the prince's preference."

After speaking, he smiled at Yan Hong, and retreated with Qing Ming.

Yan Hong stared at his receding back for a while, and slowly smiled a little. He lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and now it seemed that it would be very interesting to keep this person by his side a decision.

Before going out, Meng Dong had carefully groomed and washed under his mother's instructions.But the sun outside is too hot, this time not only the forehead, but also a lot of sweat on the body, making the whole body sticky and greasy, even if it is not to please Yan Hong, Meng Dong himself is happy to wash it off Fan.

The people in Nanjun Wangfu are all agile, and they will be ready in a short while.Qing Ming led Meng Dong into the bathroom, and pointed to a huge bathtub in front of him: "The water is ready, you can test the water temperature first, my lord, if you are not satisfied, I will ask them to add more."

Meng Dong stretched out his hand and casually poked around in the bathtub: "It's just right, I'm sorry."

"Young Master, you're welcome." Qingming lowered her head and looked at her feet, "Young Master, can someone stay and take care of you?"

Meng Dong held the tub with one hand and thought for some reason: "No need, I'm not used to having outsiders around."

After he finished speaking, Qingming immediately took a step back, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "The villain will not bother you. It's just that my prince is still waiting, you should hurry up."

Meng Dong smiled lightly: "Of course I don't dare to keep the prince waiting for too long."

Qing Ming seemed to be in a hurry, and when Meng Dong finished speaking, he retreated and closed the door, leaving Meng Dong alone facing a huge bathtub.

Meng Dong stared at the bathtub for a while, and suddenly let out a chuckle. From the moment he walked out of the Qiwu Pavilion, where did he have any escape route?They have come to this point, and at this moment, a shy and innocent look, in the eyes of the prince, probably becomes a means of refusal and welcome again.

Meng Dong took off his robe, loosened the crown of his hair, and slowly entered the bathtub. The warm water slowly soaked his body, and gradually relieved all kinds of emotions in his heart.

In any case, he had successfully entered the Nanjun King's Mansion. The Nanjun King was just like the rumors, and he couldn't guess according to the rules.Every step he takes in the future must be extremely careful in order to achieve his goal bit by bit.

Thinking of Nanjun Wang Yanhong, Meng Dong's thoughts couldn't help being deflected, and he subconsciously remembered what the other party said just now, as well as the servant's instructions...

Meng Dong turned his head and glanced at the door. It's just past noon and the sky is bright and bright. That prince wouldn't really be interested in doing it, would he?

It's ridiculous to say that he grew up in the Qiwu Pavilion since he was a child, and he has seen all the love between men and women, lust/sex and lust, but in fact he knows nothing about these things.If that prince really wanted to do something, Meng Dong didn't even know how he should respond.

Thinking of this, Meng Dong subconsciously recalled the face that Yan Hong suddenly approached just now, and even recalled the feeling of the other party's warm breath on his face.He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the memory from his mind, but in the end he could only immerse his whole head in the water, trying to cool down his inexplicably hot ears.

Outside the door, Qingming's face crumpled into a ball when she heard the sound of water inside.

The prince had obviously changed his mind in the morning, but after a while, he kept him here again.Sure enough, as he expected, a person with this appearance should not be underestimated.He thought of the picture books he had read, and couldn't help but glanced at the door. He could only hope that the prince would send him away when he got tired of it in a few days, otherwise, he didn't know how long the peace of the palace could last.

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Qing Ming worries about her prince every day.