"Let's go then. Hearing this, the onlookers whispered.

"That's right, what the trouble is like up there has nothing to do with our little people, they can't kill innocents indiscriminately, but if they violate their requirements and really anger them, it's hard to say. ”

“……”

These words hit Meng Hongxian's ears like a drilled tree, he swept his eyes angrily, and the people around him closed their mouths.

It's just a big deal to watch the excitement, do you still have to advocate for others?

He who had been refusing to speak raised his head, pushed Pan Lanfang out of the encirclement, and said loudly to Cheng Yiheng: "The porcelain art of the Meng family is only taught to the descendants of the Meng family, and it will never be passed on!"

"What did you say?" Cheng Yiheng's eyes froze.

"I said, let me teach the foreigner Meng family porcelain painting art, absolutely impossible. After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands, "If I don't go, it's a dead end, then Lord Cheng, you can do it now, I'd rather die at my own hands than be a foreigner!"

Cheng Yiheng's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "If you die, your Meng family porcelain painting will not be able to pass it on." ”

The only two who had been taught by him had been abandoned by him, and as for the descendants, they had not had time to wait for them to appear.

Meng Hongxian was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows were suddenly covered with sadness, and he was silent in place, as if he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, and in an instant, he added an old dragon clock.

When he looked at Cheng Yiheng again, his voice was not as clear as Fang Cai, only revealing endless vicissitudes: "That...... Let me let the Meng family porcelain painting be buried in the dust forever, and never see the light of day again. ”

He still opened his hands: "Master Cheng, you can do it." ”

"You...... Good job!" Cheng Yiheng was angered, "I don't know how to lift up, come here, tie him up for me!"

"Shi Ke can not be humiliated, I will never teach Xi foreigners, don't tie me up, just kill me!"

"Don't you think I don't dare?" Cheng Yiheng shouted.

He was angry and speechless, but he told the people around him to take it seriously, hearing this, as if he had foreseen the scene of a river of blood, and instantly flowed around, making people's hearts panic, in the chaos, Pan Lanfang began to cry, crying tremblingly, heartbreaking, as if he had been separated from life and death. As soon as she cried, the people of the Meng family also panicked, some ran around with the guests, and some cried with her, I don't know, I thought when this Meng house was changed to a funeral service.

At this time, there was a small general behind Cheng Yiheng who was worried about causing another death, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "My lord, this old guy is a hard nail, he looks like this, even if we tie him up, he won't cooperate, and when the time comes, it will make Lord Burhard unhappy, so it's better to ...... Let's change someone. ”

"Who is it for?" Cheng Yiheng pushed him away, "The Meng family has no choice but him, don't talk a lot, tie it up quickly." ”

"No, it's not. The little general didn't see his impatient expression, and tried his best to open his throat and amplify his voice in the noise, "Didn't Burchard say that they have people who make porcelain, what he lacks is porcelain painting, and painting on it, if you talk about painting skills, isn't the third young master of their family more powerful?"

"It's not the same thing. Cheng Yiheng pushed him away again.

He didn't know each other and stepped forward again: "The little one obviously heard the person he sent say that he liked our porcelain art because of the previous enamel porcelain, especially the painting on it made his eyes shine, and the painting on the porcelain is the work of the third young master of the Meng family, you listen to me, bring the third young master over, Lord Burhard will definitely like it." ”

"Like?" Cheng Yiheng repeated silently.

"That's right, it's better than this uncooperative old guy to attract people, Zuo is just sending someone over to give him a business, it's better to send someone to his appetite. The little general swore an oath.

Then seeing that the adults of his family were silent, thinking that he had acquiesced, he stepped forward on his own initiative, picked up the crying Pan Lanfang and threw it aside, and said to Meng Hongxian, who closed his eyes and was waiting for death: "You old guy, if you don't want to go, we won't be reluctant, change the candidate, and call your third young master out?"

"What did you say?" Meng Hongxian had not yet fled from his desolation, and fell into great panic again.

"I said......" The little general stretched his tone and raised his voice, "Call the third young master of your family, Meng Ting'an come out!"

The courtyard is clean, and suddenly a gust of wind blows, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blown off the branches, turning in the wind and snow, fluttering and leisurely, bypassing the window lattice, and falling on the rice paper.

The writer took a moment and dusted off the red plum.

With a slight movement, he accidentally left ink spots on the paper, and he leaned over to blow them, but the ink spots spread, but he fainted a little.

He mainly paints Western paintings, originally did not paint Chinese paintings, this is the first attempt, and he is still not very familiar with the brush and ink, this painting is completed, but it adds a little flaw in the end.

He hurriedly reached out to wipe it, and when he raised his hand, his eyelids suddenly jumped twice.

He stopped moving, looked at the long scroll, and shook his head slightly, it seemed that he was about to repaint.

As soon as I put the scroll away, I turned around and pushed the door, the yard was quiet, and it was a little strange in today's day.

It was quiet, but there was a noise that seemed to come from outside the sky.

He bowed his head slightly, is the bride coming?

The door creaked and was pushed open completely.

Suddenly there was a piercing cry in his ears, and he faintly heard someone calling his name, and his hand shook and he was stunned.

In front of the gate of the Meng family.

Meng Hongxian stared at Cheng Yiheng angrily: "Impossible, I will never let you take Ting'an away!"

"Hey, old guy, you have to be reasonable, you don't go with us, and you don't let us take Meng Ting'an, do you ...... Are you going to let your ladies go with us?" the little general chuckled.

"With me today, no one in my Meng family will go with you!"

"It's useless to just talk harshly, you don't want to make an inch, we've already made concessions. The young general continued.

And Meng Hongxian ignored him, he stared at Cheng Yiheng, and said word by word: "Unless, you step on my corpse!"

Cheng Yiheng was a little absent-minded: "I don't want your life, you just need to go with me obediently, if you die, I still have to pick someone from the Meng family to take away, Master Meng, you won't really let me kidnap your third young master, right?"

Meng Hongxian's expression changed, he looked at him fiercely, and was speechless for a long time.

Cheng Yiheng waited impatiently, and waved his hand again: "Come on, take Master Meng away!"

A group of soldiers immediately pushed Meng Hongxian forward, no matter how Meng Hongxian struggled, he was defeated by several people after all, he staggered and was forced to move forward with the team.

"Come on, go home. Cheng Yiheng completed the task, glanced at the door, put on his coat again, and slowly turned around.

His ears were filled with Pan Lanfang's crying, the frightened shouts of the Meng family's subordinates, and the sound of footsteps coming and going, which made him have a headache, and he wanted to raise his hand to cover his ears.

And suddenly, in the midst of this harsh chaos, a familiar voice was sandwiched.

"Wait!" the voice said.

He turned around abruptly and saw Meng Ting'an walking out of the door.

Moon-white gown, white scarf, detached and cold gaze, and a little ink on the wrist.

It's really rare to see such a clean person with ink on his hands.

Cheng Yiheng watched him walk out, getting closer and closer, he invisibly took a few steps back, and stopped the other party from continuing to move forward in time: "What are you doing here?"

"Cheng Gongzi. Meng Ting'an just said a word, lowered his head and pondered, and changed his words, "Master Cheng, let my father go, I'll go with you." ”

"You're nosy. Cheng Yiheng looked left and right, hesitated for a moment, and then approached him, and lowered his voice, "Xuncheng is thousands of miles away from the border of Xin'an County, and Na Burchard has an unpredictable personality, and the ghost knows what the consequences will be!"

"So, I can't let my father take risks. Meng Tingan raised his eyes to look at him, "This is not an idle matter, it is a family matter within my responsibility, and I will never let you take your father away." ”

Cheng Yiheng looked at him with a firm gaze, a strange determination, as if he didn't know him at all.

In his eyes, he is probably a lackey at this time, and all those friendships in the past are gone.

Disheartened, he said to the man in front of him, "If I have to take him away, why should you stop me?"

"With this flesh and blood. ”

"Flesh and blood?" he laughed, "I seem to remember, the third young master got married today, what's the matter, this flesh and blood body is not reserved for the bride, and it is to be dedicated to me?"

Meng Ting'an's face turned pale, and his eyebrows revealed anger: "Needless to say, if Lord Cheng insists on taking away my father, he will step on my corpse." ”

Again!

Cheng Yiheng stepped back a little and looked him up and down, as if he was afraid that after many years, he would forget his appearance, and now he wanted to see him all.

And the other party stared at him, but there was no old thought in his eyes: "If I see my father going here, life and death are uncertain, I can't be at ease, I can't stop it, and I have to apologize with death!"

He stroked his forehead, and now he had a headache when he heard that he was going to live or die.

But Meng Hongxian wanted to touch his scar, and shouted to him behind him: "The surname is Cheng, you are not allowed to move Ting'an, otherwise I will fight with you!"

"How are you going to do it?" he looked back impatiently.

This time, he was startled, and Meng Hongxian somehow tore away the soldiers around him while speaking, and suddenly rushed over here.

He really thought that the other party was going to fight with him, stared at him wide-eyed, and held his waist in a hurry, and the saber was about to come out of its sheath.

And a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, and he looked sideways and looked at Meng Ting'an angrily.

As soon as his hand was released, the scabbard fell back into place, and without saying much, his arm was suddenly let go again, and seeing Ting An hurriedly retreated a few steps, these steps were not retreated by Ting An himself, it was Meng Hongxian who pounced and pushed him away from his side.

After Meng Hongxian stood still, he immediately blocked in front of Ting An.

Although Cheng Yiheng's knife was not pulled out, Meng Hongxian's actions had already made a group of soldiers alert in time, and they raised their knives one after another without waiting for the order, and instantly surrounded the two of them.

The besieged Meng Hongxian looked at Cheng Yiheng viciously, Cheng Yiheng didn't care, but the eyes of the people behind him were also full of anger and loss, he was a little uncomfortable, he avoided that look, and almost wanted to lick his face to explain that he really didn't want to take a knife to his father just now, it was just the instinct of self-protection in a moment.

But he was still sensible, and he wanted to put on a cold look to boost his momentum, but the cold light flashed in front of him, and it was the dazzling light reflected in the snow by the sabers in the hands of his subordinates, his face changed slightly, and he remembered that someone had said:

"Take care of your men, and don't tell them to draw their swords at every turn. ”

His cold expression disappeared all at once, and all that was left was sadness.

He wanted to give the order for them to take the saber, but the thought of the man's angry eyes made him unable to give the order.

Having done what you missed, there is no turning back.

If it can't be understood, who else can this heart be shown to?

If no one is looking, then why not just be a wicked person for the world to see?

He began to hesitate, and in this moment of hesitation, he didn't know who moved first, or who coughed, and Meng Hongxian, who was anxious to protect his son, was like a frightened bird, and suddenly shouted: "I'm fighting with you!" and then rushed forward.

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