Han Shan Wen Picked Up

The cool wind is blowing, and the cold is desolate.

Since returning to the mansion, Meng Yu never came to trouble him again.

Naturally, Lu Qingzhu was happy and carefree in the mansion all day long. As for that little bastard, Lu Yangtong, he never went there after he came back from the Imperial College. After all, he was bullied for nothing and learned nothing.

It's just that children of this age still need to study, so Lu Qingzhu simply invited a teacher to come to his home.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Yang Tong, how is our family learning these past few days?"

"Your son is intelligent and sensitive, and has an extraordinary memory. If you work hard to this point, you will become a great weapon in the future."

The teacher was born clear and handsome. I heard that he used to be the staff officer of a certain general, but then he resigned for some reason and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Mr. Miao Zan." Lu Qingzhu smiled politely, and then cupped his hands at him: "I think it's getting late, so it's not good to delay Mr.'s time any longer. Mister, do what you want."

Lu Qingzhu told Xiao Yi to see off the guests, but the teacher stood still, Xiao Yi stepped forward and gave him a embarrassed look.

The fingers that had just eaten the persimmons were still stained with thin frost, Lu Qingzhu wiped his fingers, and let Xiaoyi leave first with some helplessness, before he could say anything else, the person in front of him rushed up as if he couldn't wait.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai

Lu Qingzhu hastily stretched out his hand to push him away, but Mr.'s hand had already touched the side of his face. There was a whip wound left by Meng Yu on him. Although it had already healed, the scar had condensed into a scar, which lay across his face in an unsightly manner. .

My husband's eyes hurt, who would have thought, how handsome Lu Xiangyi was back then, with infinite scenery.

Angrily, he slapped the teacher's hand away, Lu Qingzhu feigned anger: "If you don't leave, believe it or not, I will go to the government to sue you for molestation!"

"Then you might as well try it, how many people in this world are willing to listen to you?"

"..."

The husband stretched out his hand and pulled him to his eyes, the pain in his eyes was infinitely magnified when he saw Lu Qingzhu's haggard face.

"Xiangyi, why are you staying here, come with me?"

Turning around vigilantly and looking around, Lu Qingzhu didn't struggle anymore, and sighed, "Why are you acting like that little bastard Meng Huaizhun? If I say I won't leave, I won't leave. What else can you do to me?"

The person in front of him acted unreasonably as a rascal, and the husband smiled wryly: "Send your name to let me protect you, don't you even listen to his words?"

With a little irritability in his eyes, Lu Qingzhu's face darkened and he sneered, "One or two of you know how to use him to suppress me. He's a dead man who has long been buried in the ground for peace. He didn't let me go when he was alive, and even tried to restrain me after death. Get out, get out of here!"

His chest rose and fell slightly, Lu Qingzhu turned his face away, his brows and eyes were flushed, the husband stood there looking at him for a long time, and then slowly said: "He expected this early on, and you are bearing the burden of humiliation now, don't you just want to kill Meng Yu?" Is it?"

"But now you are alone, how can you move him? You taught me the principle of being wise and safe, why can't you be obedient and settle down, the past is over, why bother to be persistent now?"

"If you still treat me as a friend, you should be obedient and let go of everything, and stop being obsessed with obsession."

"Phase instrument?"

Lu Qingzhu hung his head down very low, as if there were thousands of mountains on his shoulders, and it was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head up.

After a long time, he said hoarsely: "You go, I don't recognize you as a friend."

"Phase instrument?"

"I don't want to say this a second time. If you don't want to drag me down, just leave!"

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun?!"

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Xiao Yi hurried in and gave him a anxious look: "My lord, my lord is back."

Lu Qingzhu's expression changed immediately, and he stretched out his hand to push and push the teacher, but Xiaoyi said softly, "The prince came in through the main entrance..."

Hearing the words, Lu Qingzhu hurriedly dragged people towards the back door, Xiao Yi faltered again: "Finally, the back door was blocked by the prince's messenger..."

"--Son of a bitch!"

This time, Meng Yu might have heard the news and came here specially prepared.

Lu Qingzhu took a quick look at the yew in the courtyard and said, "Can you climb trees?"

The husband smiled wryly: "Xiangyi, you know I don't know martial arts."

Lu Qingzhu was about to curse angrily, but the husband took his hand with a calm expression: "Xiangyi, I have figured it out, this time I plan to accompany you, no matter what, I will accompany you..."

Before the word 'face' could be uttered, his eyes suddenly went dark, Lu Qingzhu gritted his teeth and grabbed the man to resist, and walked directly into the house with the man on his back.

Meng Yu walked in with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, looked around aggressively, and finally locked his eyes on Lu Qingzhu.

The person lying on the bed eating persimmon cakes was full of frost, and he smiled obsequiously when he saw this: "My lord..."

"Where is the person?" Meng Yu grabbed him by the lapel and lifted him up, Lu Qingzhu smiled cooperatively: "Who is it?"

"I heard that you hired a teacher for Yang Tong, where is he?"

"People left early."

Looking around, Meng Yu sneered and glanced at the wooden cabinet on the side: "Lu Qingzhu, don't you pretend to be a fool for this king, don't see you for a few days, and eat something behind your back without telling this king?"

Lu Qingzhu: "..."

However, Meng Yu pulled his clothes and pulled them away. He looked at Lu Qingzhu several times like a plaything, and he didn't seem to see anything special after a long while. His gaze fell on Lu Qingzhu's pale skin, and Meng Yu snorted coldly. One sound.

Lu Qingzhu covered his shirt with trembling hands, and said with a dry smile, "My lord, I told you that there is no one, how dare I lie to you..."

"Meng Yu still snorted coldly, his eyes fell on his lower body: "Maybe you are on it. "

Lu Yang Tong Wenyan, who followed into the room, opened his mouth and sprayed goat milk.

The two looked at him at the same time, Lu Yangtong quickly wiped his mouth and grabbed Meng Yu's sleeve robe with a face of wit: "Uncle Meng, my father doesn't have the courage and ability."

Meng Yu was about to speak out in disdain, but Lu Yangtong pointed to a deep mark on his dark purple sleeve robe and said in surprise, "Uncle Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingzhu also looked there, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Small injuries are fine." Meng Yufeng covered it up calmly, then glanced at Lu Qingzhu, pinched his chin and narrowed his eyebrows and said: "Lu Qingzhu, if there is anything wrong with this king, you will be the first to be buried with him."

"he is injured."

Not long after Meng Yu left, the person in the cabinet opened the door and came out, patted his sleeves, looked at the place where King Yong left with a touch of coldness.

Lu Qingzhu came back to his senses unexpectedly.

The gentleman went on to say: "He is poisonous, he won't live long."

"..."

Lu Qingzhu seemed to be thinking about something instead. After returning from Pancheng that day, even though there was no noise outside and life was as smooth as water, Meng Yu was still arrogant in front of him.

However, he had heard that after this mistake, His Majesty's concerns obviously increased, and several ministers from the court and the central government anonymously filed an impeachment against Meng Yu.

King Yong is a mountain that weighs on the emperor's heart. If the mountain doesn't collapse for a day, the emperor will be tossing and turning, restless day and night.

It is said that this expedition has already intentionally let Meng Yu take the lead. Tuoyumo from the Western Regions has always been the arch-rival of Daliang in the Central Plains. This expedition is also a countermeasure that the imperial court has discussed for a long time.

Under the main battle, one blow will win.

Only victory is allowed and no defeat is allowed. If Meng Yu is ordered to go and lose, he will return with his feathers at his own risk.If he wins, it is because of his great achievements that the master's life is in danger.

No matter advance or retreat, there is only a dilemma.

Lu Qingzhu was naturally happy with the corner of his mouth raised.

The worries that have accumulated in his heart for many years will eventually disappear. If King Yong returns to his hometown one day without bones and souls, he will play a partridge in front of his grave with a flute himself.

Lu Yang Tong snorted and tugged at Lu Qingzhu's sleeve: "Father, your good days are coming."

Lu Qingzhu didn't speak any more, but Mr. said: "Don't be too happy at this time, he suffered a setback in the school field today, the wound was stained with the drug poison, although the dosage is small, it is not hopeless."

Qianjidu, also known as Panmubei, can unblock the collaterals and relieve pain, reduce swelling in bruises, but if taken too much, it will cause convulsions, respiratory paralysis and death.

It is said that the Empress Dowager of the Southern Tang Dynasty committed suicide because of this poison, her head and feet were broken, and she died as if being dragged by a machine. The death was terrible and there was no cure.

Lu Qingzhu frowned, and looked at the gentleman beside him in surprise: "How do you know so much?"

The gentleman reached out and grabbed him, smiled slightly: "Xiangyi, I am not the only one who wants him dead."