Chapter Seventy-Nine: Murder and Silence
It's been almost half a month, and he hasn't seen Chu Zhengqian coming, Meng Xia had wondered if he was annoyed by the words of the third emperor brother that day, thinking that Chu Zhengqian would no longer pay attention to the little deal between them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
But now it seems that she really looked down on Chu Zhengqian.
"You're finally here."
She beckoned to the person who continued to climb the yard and flew in directly: "Please take a seat, the tea has been brewed, and you are using your own tea leaves." ā
Chu Zhengqian's face was expressionless, carrying a large cage in his hand, and a cloth was covered on it, so he couldn't see the inside of the cage.
Hearing Meng Xia's words, he walked straight to the stone table, sat down on the empty seat that had been reserved opposite Meng Xia, and put the big cage beside him.
Picking up the tea that had been poured in front of him and had the right temperature to drink, Chu Zhengqian stared at Meng Xia and asked, "How do you know that I will come today?" ā
"Instinct." Meng Xia replied.
"Intuition? That is, guess? Chu Zhengqian said mockingly: "Come on, are you a three-year-old child, even if you can guess that I will come, it is impossible to guess the specific time I will come." ā
"Even the temperature of this tea is just right, don't tell me, you can pinch and count the gods." As he spoke, he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, as if he was drinking, obviously not believing Meng Xia's nonsense.
"Guess, don't worry, I don't have the power to put any eyeliner next to or near you."
Seeing this, Meng Xia smiled and explained, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just a coincidence." It's okay today, and suddenly I want to drink some tea, so I asked Caiyi to boil the tea you brought, and that cup was originally reserved for Caiyi, but she didn't have time yet. ā
"I already knew that you girl didn't have such a conscience......"
After Chu Zhengqian heard this, he didn't dislike the one that someone else wanted to drink, but just muttered that Meng Xia had no conscience.
He doesn't remember how many times he said that this girl has no conscience, but even he doesn't know what conscience is.
Caiyi would have already retreated, and only him and Meng Xia looked very deserted in the empty backyard.
After muttering a sentence, Chu Zhengqian didn't speak again, and became uncharacteristically silent.
Chu Zhengqian didn't speak, and Meng Xia also fell silent, remembering the scene when Chu Zhengqian turned around and left that day, and he really didn't know what to say for a while.
This Chu Zhengqian feels very weird. Although it is no longer as gloomy and cold as when it left that day, it will never be as normal as ever.
Even the sarcasm that said that she was "not so conscientious" has lost its former strength.
"Are you alright?" After a long while, Meng Xia finally opened his mouth first and broke the silence: "The Third Emperor Brother actually had no malice that day, don't take it too seriously, if it makes you unhappy, I will apologize to you for him." ā
"Apologize? What to apologize, he is telling the truth, what is there to apologize for. ā
Chu Zhengqian said self-deprecatingly: "I don't need any apologies, let alone you apologize for him, put away your sympathy, I said earlier that I don't need this for me at all!" ā
He knew that Meng Xia was already aware of the affairs of Beichu, how could he not tell Meng Xia with Meng Lang's urine.
But he didn't need any sympathy, it was a joke to him.
Since he was sent to Nanmeng as a proton by those people, he knows very well that this day will come, and it is just a matter of time or time.
It's just that he thought that he could not care about this kind of thing in the face of someone poking jokes in front of him, but he still seemed to overestimate himself.
That day, in front of Meng Xia, he showed an unprecedented side, only he knew it, in fact, it was just ridiculous cowardice!
Looking at Chu Zhengqian's mockery that he didn't care about, Meng Xia didn't care.
She shook her head and said honestly: "Where is sympathy, you always say that I have no conscience, and where do you get so much sympathy." What's more, people like me don't have the extra qualifications to sympathize with others, and the reason why I apologize is just some empathy. ā
These words made Chu Zhengqian's body unconscious.
But soon he laughed, and the laughter was as indescribable as if he had heard so many ridiculous words.
"Empathy? Come on, don't talk about how much you seem to know me, and be less self-righteous there. ā
Chu Zhengqian opened his mouth to refute, and Meng Xia's words were like a thorn in his heart.
His tone didn't even bring his hatred, but it wasn't Meng Xia who hated, but his own incompetence.
Meng Xia subconsciously touched the teacup in his hand, and without looking at Chu Zhengqian, he stared at the cup in his hand, as if talking to himself: "You're right, I don't know much about you, and sometimes I do think I am a little self-righteous." However, this does not prevent some perceptions. ā
Speaking of this, she finally didn't look at the teacup anymore, but moved her gaze back to Chu Zheng Qiankun's body, and said with a smile: "It's like, no matter how much I hate this Nanmeng Palace, but I will still try my best to stay here, no matter how much you hate your home country, you will return there desperately." ā
Because we all have a mission that must be accomplished, or the souls of the dead who have passed away for us will never rest in peace!
Meng Xia silently made up the last unspoken sentence in her heart, this will be kung fu, she is not so much sighing at Chu Zhengqian, but herself.
Chu Zhengqian's heart was shaken, to be honest, Meng Xia's words made him unable to refute, only people who had really had similar experiences could say such "empathetic" words.
What he really cares about is not the loss of the crown prince, but the pain of being betrayed by his only relatives and even the entire family and country.
And now, he has nothing to lose, and only by completely subverting the hatred in his heart can he be worthy of the soul that once gave him affection and love.
At least in this respect, Meng Xia did resemble him......
After a long while, Chu Zhengqian retracted his wandering mind, and deliberately said with an angry look: "Hmph, you know too much, aren't you afraid that I will kill people?" ā
When Meng Xia heard this, he smiled: "What a big deal, it's not worth it for you Prince Chu to do this murderous thing." ā
Looking at Meng Xia's smile, Chu Zhengqian was a little stunned for a moment.
Then, he didn't stiffen his mouth anymore, and sighed in a softened tone: "Forget it, if I don't lift these useless bars with you, I really don't like your three emperor brothers, but we are barely half friends, and we are too lazy to bother with you." ā
"Well, it looks like I'll have to thank you for your generosity." Meng Xia laughed again, and at the same time asked rhetorically, "Then what is half a friend?" (To be continued.) )