Meng Ying is a complete straw bag, but he is still pretentious, thinking that he has the talent of Wang Zuoji. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But who doesn't know that he is a little bit of a pound and a little bit of his name?

If you think that the rumor in the gambling house is that Meng Ying deliberately released the rumor and wanted to catch them in the urn, this is too difficult for Meng Ying's brain.

"But......" someone beside him said worriedly, "Didn't you say that the little beast hid in Liufu before? Liufu lost people, in order not to be liquidated by the Meng Clan, he would definitely work hard to find it, right? You say, is it possible for us to pounce on it?"

Meng Hun lowered his eyes and pondered, and said, "This may not be nothing, so we have to ...... Leave it to your fate and see your luck. ”

In order to arrest Meng Ying, Meng Hun took a few brothers who were in good health down the mountain and disguised themselves as ordinary people to blend into the city.

Several people pretended to be gamblers and walked around the gambling hall, using the excuse of going to the toilet to find out a little about the structure of the inner courtyard of the gambling house.

"I heard the news that this gambling house often does some immoral things and imprisons the people who are arrested in the firewood room. If that little brute is really here, it is estimated that he will be locked up there. This is the general structure of the gambling house, and the firewood house is ...... here."

The man who spoke was originally a scout, specifically to probe the news ahead.

Now it's just a touch of the bottom of the gambling house, so it is naturally not much difficult for him.

"There are a lot of thugs in this gambling house, and if we rush in and rob people, we may make things bigger, and it will be difficult to get out of the city tomorrow. ”

One person suggested, "Then wait until it's completely nightfall, and we sneak over and arrest people while it's dark?"

Meng Hun nodded, "Let's do it, before we start, let's stare at the movement at the front and back doors of the gambling house." ”

As the night darkened, the firewood room was already shrouded in darkness, and the sight was dim, and choking dust wafted in the air.

Meng Ying was tied backhand with a rough hemp rope, and the whole person fell to the ground, curled up into a small ball.

The slender eyelashes trembled with the unsteady breathing, and the eyebrows occasionally frowned slightly, and with the face with a slight bruise, it seemed that I was pitiful, even if I knew that he was a man, there would still be people who couldn't help but cast pity and sympathy on him.

There were two thugs outside the door of the firewood room, the two of them stood and sat together, chatting without a word, and the content was closely related to Meng Ying.

"Eh, that kid still refuses to recruit?" a thug rubbed his arms with both hands to dispel the cold of the night, spat at the corner of the wall, and said angrily, "Why do you say this? If the owner is ruthless, he will do anything." ”

The other person said, "Hey, where is that kid who refuses to speak? It's clear that there is a problem with his throat, and he can't use his hands to write." The evil thing is that Lang Zhong came over to take a look, and directly said that there was nothing wrong with him at all, but he made the owner miserable. ”

Meng Ying lost a debt of several thousand silver, but his accomplice won more than 4,000 taels from the gambling house and fled, did the gambling house lose money?

Small business, no credit.

I didn't expect to work hard to run such a gambling house, and make so much black money with a conscience, and finally it was reversed by a few hairy young men, and all the money earned by a few years of hard work went into other people's pockets, and it was strange that the owner of the gambling house was not angry.

Forced Meng Ying to ask about the whereabouts of Jiang Pengji and Lianqin, the girly boy still picked up Qiao, but he refused to speak.

At the beginning, the owner and thugs of the gambling house thought that Meng Yi was tough, and beat him hard, and the other party screamed in pain when he was beaten twice, and he didn't look like he had a backbone, he knelt down and begged for mercy, and a pair of watery eyes were swollen from crying.

The previous thug asked, "Isn't this kid pretending?"

The latter rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Pretending? Where is pretending? When you are beaten twice, you can't stop howling, like killing a pig. Let him kneel, he will kneel, his knees are soft as mud, and there is a little backbone? Don't you see, he is holding the thighs of the owner and crying like something, and the little girls are not so weak. ”

"But, didn't you say it before, that kid may have come from those noble people's families?"

The thug continued to roll his eyes in disdain, "Have you ever seen a noble man like the one in it?" Although he can't read or write, he also knows that those real nobles would rather stand and have their heads cut off than kneel down and beg for ......."

"So, it's a fake?"

Because it was a night shift, this thug went home and slept during the day, and many things were missed.

Speaking of this, the latter suddenly smiled, put one hand on his companion's shoulder, and whispered mysteriously, "It's not fake." Which noble person have you ever seen who can be more sassy than those little Langjun in the Southern Courtyard? That face is as beautiful as a fairy, and it is sassy inside. The owner was angry and asked his brothers to teach him a lesson and make him soften...... And guess what happened in the end? hey, hey, hey......."

In the firewood room, the unconscious Meng Ying woke up slowly, heard the conversation between the two, and was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.

"So what is the owner going to do with him?"

Meng Ying heard another person say, "What else can I do? I can't catch the other two, and I can't say anything about this one, what's the use of keeping them? Stay for one more day and eat one more ration...... But his appearance is really good, more beautiful than those top brands in the South Courtyard, if he adjusts, teaches, and teaches well, sells for three or five years, and climbs a few nobles, maybe the owner can earn a few times more. ”

What is the South Courtyard?

Commonly known as the small house, it is a place where men's sex is sold, and it is also a place frequented by many men who love men.

When Meng Yi heard this, he almost fainted with anger, bursts of anger surged in his heart, and he tried to open his mouth to roar, but the sound that came out was a hoarse "ahhhhhh

He pounded his elbow to the ground in resentment, and a flame of hatred burned in his eyes.

Meng Ying hated those gambling house gangsters who trampled him, but he hated Liu Xi who framed him even more!

The people in the gambling house didn't know what it meant to be merciful, and a few big slaps woke him up, followed by a burst of torture and torture.

He tried to speak, to rebuke the untouchables, but his voice was as if someone had stolen him, and he could not say anything, as if he were mute by nature, and worse, he was unconscious in his hands below the elbows, let alone holding a pen.

Unable to speak, unable to pick up a pen and write, the patience of the people in the gambling hall was exhausted, and a few slaps came down, almost fanning his brain.

He was not able to endure hardship in the first place, and he was afraid of pain, so he soon could not hold it anymore, and begged for mercy from the untouchables he despised.

Not only that, but Meng Ying also had a lot of other actions, and when he thought about it at this time, any one of them could make him angry! )