Zhu Qingning suddenly figured out the key to it, this is a naked, '/naked conspiracy.

Knowing that there was a pit in front of him, Liu Xi also had to jump in.

Nie Xun said, "Liu Xi took the entire territory of Northern Xinjiang, thinking that it would take two or three years to fight, but he didn't expect to defeat Northern Xinjiang in just November. The husband saw a lot of news from the lord - I have to admit that this Liu Xi is definitely the lord's henchman, and he can only be at ease if he gets rid of it as soon as possible. If you don't do anything, let her stabilize the northern frontier and train a large number of cavalry, I'm afraid she can sweep through Dongqing-"

Zhu Qingning was dumbfounded, and when he heard the word Liu Xi, he thought of the splendid spring flower festival that year, and the young man in cloth clothes and clogs hid among the branches full of flowers, and his lazy and wanton appearance - to this day, such a splendid scene is still as vivid as in the past.

Nie Xun didn't know what Zhu Qingning was thinking, he sighed, "Calculate Liu Xi, and I don't want to be a husband." However, the position of Liu Xi's forces is too delicate, even if the lord does not provoke her, she will not let the lord go. Although this person is a woman, her ambitions are not as simple as one state and one county. If she wants to continue to expand her power, she will inevitably be inseparable from the lord, and sooner or later the two will have a fight-"

Jiang Pengji has taken the entire territory of Northern Xinjiang, plus the two states and one county in Dongqing, the territory is comparable to a country.

The lord Huang Song only has Haozhou, and he is not Jiang Pengji's opponent in any way.

Therefore, Nie Xun wants to plan for Huang Song and close the gap between the two as much as possible.

There was a glimmer of calculation in his eyes.

Nie Xun offered advice to Huang Song, the original intention was to annex Chenzhou, plot half of Cangzhou, and give the other half of Cangzhou to Jiang Pengji.

If they can stabilize the two states plus half of Cangzhou, Huang Song and Liu Xi will not have the capital to compete.

But—

Nie Xun looked down at his wife, whose breathing gradually stabilized, and a faint smile overflowed from the corners of his lips.

He didn't recognize Meng Zhan's kindness, but Meng Zhan owed him, and he had to get it back no matter what.

How about using the entire Cangzhou as a compensation?

Nie Xun picked up Zhu Qingning horizontally and carried him back to his bedroom, where there was thunderstorm outside, lightning and thunder.

Compared with Nie Xun's sweet and happy wife, his compatriot brother Meng Heng was not so lucky.

Meng Heng was dressed in a gray Confucian shirt, with mottled whip marks on the cuffs and back of his shirt, blood flowed out from the flesh that had bloomed, and the thunderstorm rushed the blood from his wound to the ground, even though he was so embarrassed, he still tried to crawl towards Meng Zhan who was standing under the porch.

"Father, son, please don't make a mistake again-"

Meng Zhan was holding a long whip in his hand, and there were some barbs on the whip body, and there were some beads of blood hanging on the barbs.

This whip is used to teach the children of the Meng clan a lesson, according to the clan rules, only those who have made a big mistake will be whipped by this whip.

"—when did I have such an unfilial son as you?"

Meng Zhan sneered, as the years passed, he became more and more old, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with the cold light of a yin owl.

Meng Heng knelt in the torrential rain, the jade crown disappeared, and the long hair wet by the rain was embarrassed against his cheeks and back.

"Even if your youngest brother dies, the Meng clan won't be your turn to inherit - I'm not dead yet!"

Meng Zhan was angry, Meng Heng returned from studying for several years, and followed him everywhere. From the battle of Huangshui to the later cooperation with Northern Xinjiang, this son really deserved to be left by Gu Zhen to add to the blockage! Every time he saw him, Meng Zhan felt a sense of disgust with the thick phlegm in his throat.

The corners of Meng Heng's lips broke, and the cold rain wet the wound, making him tremble in pain, but he still said stubbornly, "How many Qiang Wu clans did the ancestor Meng Jing slaughter back then, and my father, as a descendant of Meng Jing, how could he go against the grain, disobey the ancestors, and help foreign tribes? Now that Liu Xi has broken through the northern frontier, he will turn around and settle this matter in a few days-father, stop it, don't let the people of Cangzhou suffer." ”

Because of Meng Zhan's tossing, the people of Cangzhou have had a hard time in the past ten years.

However, Meng Heng, who is the son of the Meng family, is powerless, he can't do anything, and he can't protect the people of Cangzhou.

If Meng Zhan still insists on going his own way and is ready to use all his strength in Cangzhou to oppose Liu Xi and Huang Song, it is only the people who suffer.

Listening to Meng Heng's words, Meng Zhan smiled angrily, and threw the long whip in his hand out, directly on Meng Heng's face.

When the whip shadow crossed, a terrifying blood mark appeared on Meng Heng's face, and the eyelid of his left eye was scraped, and the blood flowed on half of his face.

"Come on-drag this unfilial son down, let him kneel in the ancestral hall, and reflect on it!"

If it weren't for the dissuasion of the family elders, Meng Zhan really wanted to kill Meng Heng and directly beat Meng Heng to death.

Holding back his anger, Meng Zhan smashed the things in the study clean.

The flickering candlelight reflected on his face, and the corners of Meng Zhan's mouth raised a sinister smile, like a Rakshasa ghost.

"Liu Xi - Liu She - "

This father and daughter hurt him too hard, how could he be willing to swallow this evil breath!

was whipped by his father, drenched in torrential rain, and knelt in the ancestral hall in wet clothes all night, even if he was beaten with iron, he couldn't bear it. Unsurprisingly, Meng Heng had a high fever that night, his body was hot, his consciousness was confused, and he was on the verge of life and death.

Three days later, he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his left eye was covered by something, and a thick layer made his eyes uncomfortable.

"Lang Jun? Lang Jun woke up—"

Meng Heng's wife watched for three days and three nights, and when she saw him wake up, she almost cried with joy.

"I-" Meng Heng's throat was dry, and before he said a word, he felt a small knife cut his throat, "Water-"

His wife brought him water and helped him swallow it.

"Eyes?" Meng Heng raised his hand weakly and stroked his left eye, and he only touched a thick white cloth.

"The eyes are fine, this time fortunately only hurt the eyelids, Lang Zhong said that if the blade is scraped deeper, your eyeballs are afraid to be wasted. Meng Heng's wife sighed, neatly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Meng Heng sat on the step in a daze, his right eye was blank.

After a while, his wife brought him a bowl of porridge that was a little thin.

Meng Heng's eyes swept over her wrist, and the original double-luan bead twisted silk bracelet was gone.

"Where's your bracelet?"

When his wife saw that he had just recovered from a serious illness and could still be so careful, her anger was extinguished.

"Dang. ”

"Dang?"

"If it's not right, where did you get the money to buy medicine for you and ask for a doctor?" the wife sighed, fed him porridge, and said in her mouth, "Since you broke your appearance and almost went blind, the Meng clan didn't even come personally, and directly threw you home to fend for yourself." ”

Meng Heng's hands trembled, and his exposed right eye flashed with a faint light, and the water vapor was filled.

After a while, he said, "Follow me, I'm sorry for you." ”

The wife said, "Family, what do you say—drink it—and don't go to your father to beg for a beating." ”

Meng Heng lowered his head and drank the porridge, his eyes swept over his wife's bulging lower abdomen.

Speaking of which, my wife is also five months pregnant, and the child in her womb needs nutrition, but she is not angry, and let them suffer.

The wife took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry.

She hung her head, and Meng Heng's voice was as flat as water came from above her head.

"Zhao Di - how much money do you have at home?"

The wife whispered, "There are only thirty taels left." ”

"Thirty taels?" Meng Heng muttered, "It's barely enough—"

"What do you do?"

Meng Heng said, "I'll take you away - he doesn't recognize me as a son, but I can't help but be responsible for you and the child." ”