Meng Heng stood behind Jiang Pengji and looked at Meng Zhan with a complicated expression.

There is no boy who does not look forward to his father, and the young Meng Heng also regarded Meng Zhan as a god, eager and worshipped.

However, Meng Zhan only has his concubine Meng Ying in his eyes, even if the other party is unlearned, greedy and lustful, Meng Zhan is also spoiled like a jewel.

Meng Heng once thought that Meng Zhan liked such a son, so he also quietly tried to "learn badly" and secretly kept up with Meng Ying's words and deeds, but he had to be severely punished and ordered to kneel in the ancestral hall. In the cold winter, it was pouring rain outside, the air was so cold that it seemed to be mixed with a blade, the young Meng Heng didn't wear much warm clothes, his knees were bruised and blackened, and he went directly to most of his life-

That memory became a nightmare for his childhood, and he could still remember the cold air in the air when he occasionally dreamed about it in the middle of the night.

Meng Heng lowered his eyelids and bowed his hand to Jiang Pengji with a flat expression.

"I don't know what the Lord called Heng over?"

"Anyway, you and Meng Zhan's father and son. I'm not an unkind person, I can't help you have regrets, I allow you to say a few words to him, and the father and son have completely made a break. Jiang Pengji said, "Meng Zhan still owes Captain Meng a debt, I hope you don't mind." ”

Meng Heng was stunned for a moment, and only came back to his senses after a while.

Jiang Pengji meant this, not to let him personally send Meng Zhan on the road, but just to let him say a few words to Meng Zhan, so as not to leave regrets?

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell what his mood was.

"Thank you, my lord. Meng Heng said.

Meng Hun's wife and daughter died tragically, and the direct murderer was Meng Ying, but Meng Zhan was also an accomplice, and Meng Heng was not qualified to stop or resent.

Jiang Pengji got up and walked to the cell door, turned her head and whispered.

"His mood is not very stable, and Cousin Heng should not get too close. ”

After that, Jiang Pengji gave up the space, but she didn't leave too far.

This distance will neither make Meng Heng feel like he is being watched, nor will he let the situation get out of her control.

Seeing Jiang Pengji leaving, Meng Heng's brows stretched slightly, and when he saw Nie Xun standing on the side, he was a little suspicious in his heart.

What is Nie Xun doing standing here?

Because of the urgency of time, he did not think further.

"Father—the head of the Meng family—"

Meng Heng sat down on the mat and bit the tip of his tongue lightly, forcing himself to swallow back the honorific salutation he blurted out.

He has been expelled from the sect, and he has also severed the father-son relationship with Meng Zhan, and now he calls his father again, but the other party may not be willing to admit it.

Meng Zhan was immersed in his own world, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly hearing someone call him, his spirit cleared up a little, and when he looked up, he saw Meng Heng's face-

Meng Zhan was greatly stimulated, he couldn't control his emotions, and rushed forward with a hideous face, half of his body crossed the low table.

"Meng Shijiu-" Meng Zhan's face was hideous, hissing and exhausted to call out Meng Zhan's full name, and his thin hands like branches grabbed Meng Heng's sleeves, "Why are you still alive - why are you dead - how can you be the son of the old man-"

Meng Heng was stunned and was about to struggle, but Meng Zhan's roar made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, as if the sounds around him were gone.

What is a "wild seed"?

Meng Heng did not struggle, but gave Meng Zhan a further chance.

He didn't believe what Jiang Pengji said, it must be a fake image fabricated by the other party with witchcraft, all to deceive him!

He couldn't have done anything wrong for so many years!

Meng Heng is the wild seed of Gu Zhen and others, not his son at all.

He Meng Zhan has such a son as Meng Zhan in his life!

His only son was killed by Liu Xi, and the wild seed that he had raised for more than 20 years also took refuge in Liu Xi, ignoring Meng Ying's blood feud!

"How can you be the old man's son-"

Meng Zhan looked thin, but the power that erupted was very terrifying, Meng Heng was caught off guard by his neck, and he couldn't break free. Nie Xun on the side was also shocked by Meng Zhan's words, and when he came back to his senses, Meng Heng's face was already blushing-

Without the slightest hesitation, Nie Xun raised his foot and kicked Meng Zhan's shoulder, and the other party let go of his hands with a painful sigh.

Meng Heng's eyes were filled with tears, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Could it be that this is the fundamental reason why Meng Zhan has been disgusted with himself for many years?

The servant privately said that he was a wild seed with an unknown biological father, so it turned out that it was not groundless?

Meng Zhan was the first to react, and pulled out the saber worn by Meng Heng's waist with a brush, and the snowy sword body stabbed at Meng Heng.

Between the lightning and flint, Nie Xun's brain didn't have time to think, he grabbed Meng Heng, and the two rolled to one place, avoiding the sword.

At this time, Meng Zhan was already out of his mind, and seeing that Meng Heng had escaped, he immediately followed and slashed over.

"You're crazy—"

Nie Xun resisted with the body of his sword, because he underestimated Meng Zhan's strength, and the sword almost escaped.

"Kill - kill this wild seed - it's all a lie, it's a wild seed at all-"

Meng Zhan's eyes were red, and his old face was distorted and hideous.

Nie Xun prevented him from killing Meng Heng, so he killed Nie Xun with him.

"You dare to stop the old man—you should be damned too—"

Meng Zhan couldn't restrain his emotions at all, and all kinds of chaotic thoughts seemed to tear his brain apart.

"Die—"

In ancient times, the literati all learned the six arts of gentlemen, and Meng Zhan naturally also learned swordsmanship.

At this time, he desperately wanted to kill Nie Xun and Meng Heng, and greeted the death hole with every move, and Nie Xun was accidentally cut on his left arm.

"Be careful!"

Meng Heng slowed down, and seeing that Meng Zhan's sword was about to stab Nie Xun's chest, he ignored it, and directly pounced on Meng Zhan's legs. Meng Zhan's movement was blocked, and the sword in his hand naturally stabbed crookedly, the tip of the sword penetrated into Nie Xun's shoulder, and Nie Xun's sword pierced into the opponent's chest.

All this happened very quickly, and when Wei Ci and the others found out about the change and hurried over, it was already too late.

With a bang, the saber in Meng Zhan's hand fell in response.

Nie Xun also maintained a stunned and shocked expression, and let go of the hilt of the sword stained with viscous blood.

Although this sword did not hit the heart, it was also a vital point.

Even if the medical officer could come, Meng Zhan would not be able to escape death.

There was a stabbing pain in his chest, which pressed hard against the aching brain, and his reason slowly returned, and his hideous and distorted face eased.

"Shi, Shijiu—"

Meng Zhan opened his mouth, and his tone was a little calm.

Meng Heng maintained a sluggish expression, let go of his hands in a daze, and turned to support Meng Zhan's body.

The viscous and piercing blood slammed into his eyeballs, leaving him dispossessed.

His pale lips trembled, and he said, "Meng, the head of the Meng family?"

When Meng Zhan heard this, a trace of mockery and tiredness flashed on his bloodless face.

With a throbbing pain in his chest, he lowered his head and followed the direction of the hilt of his sword, looking at the young man who had sent the tip of the sword into his body.

At the age of twenty-five or sixteen, his face is beautiful, and there is a red cinnabar mole on his eyebrows-

This face?

This cinnabar mole?

Suddenly, Jiang Pengji's words sounded in his mind-

【…… The second son born to your aunt for you, a baby boy born with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows...... He was originally the second son of Meng Fuyan, and under your control, he was replaced by that brute concubine...... Before he was born a month, he was buried in the cold mud by a servant-]