Sure enough, Meng Guanlan was appointed as the captain of the Secret Guard Reserve Team, becoming the second person besides the young master.

Since he learned about Meng Guanlan's early wisdom, the old lady who won the top prize, that is, the old lady Meng, gave him special counseling. But Meng Guanlan was eating the old book of nine years of compulsory education, and he had a headache about those poems and essays.

"Guanlan, why didn't you hand over yesterday's strategy?"

"Grandfather, grandson is not talented, and he can't write a strategy."

Meng Lao thought that he was evading his schoolwork, and his forehead was bruised.

"Meng Guanlan, Meng Guanlan, don't waste your talent, how many geniuses are unknown because of the laziness of the day after tomorrow? Why don't you study well? Go and receive fifty lashes. He threw the book on the floor and turned away in a fit of rage.

The slender and extremely resilient rattan was fiercely pumped on the body, and the white skin was cracked with red marks, and some of the wounds were still thin and oozing blood, looking extremely miserable. Mengfu whipping, as long as it does not hurt the bones, does not damage the intelligence, does what he wants, and boasts that he has endured hardships, he will become a master.

The whip was like an eye, one whip pressed the other, the new wound covered the old one, and finally the flesh and blood tortured on the back were blurred, and it was not visible. He could feel the sound of the whip digging into his flesh, and the confusion and helplessness of the struggle ran over his mind, hitting the deepest demands of his heart.

Beads of sweat ran across his forehead and dripped to the ground. Before fainting, Meng Guanlan thought in a trance: What if everything was over?

He woke up in pain in a medicated bath. The black smell of Chinese herbs stimulated his nasal cavity, and Meng Guanlan almost spit it out. The potion soaked the crippled skin of the back, causing extreme pain.

"Young master, this is the medicinal soup that the old man has prepared for you, and it will be soaked for half an hour." Thousand Shadows, the former Jade Twelve, was transferred from the reserve by him and became his bodyguard.

"Got it, you go down." Meng Guanlan, whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat, waved his hand weakly.

Before Qianying could go out, there was a "bang" sound behind him, and the water splashed.

The long blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and Meng Guanlan fell crookedly in the bath, unconscious.

"Back to the old lady, Young Master Lan was poisoned by Xuedan, and because of his weakness, his body's defenses failed, resulting in fainting. If this is delayed for a long time, the toxin will enter the heart, and there will be no way to return to heaven. The old man's medical skills are clumsy, please be smart. ”

The most famous Rejuvenation Hall doctor in the capital can't be cured, Young Master Lan is afraid that it will be abolished, and the kneeling slaves below sighed for a while.

"Xuedan? Are you sure it's the poison of the snow pill? The old lady leaned forward and brought up a chair, her eyes full of disbelief.

"You can't be wrong, this snow pill poison comes from the Northern Regions. Picking thousands of mountains snow lotus as the base, supplemented by the god cold grass at the bottom of the ice lake, the ice on the top of the snow mountain as clothing, extremely rare, hard to find. The whole body of the poisoned person is cold, like a shirtless person walking in the ice and snow, and he will die within a year. ”

The old lady's resentful eyes swept down the hall, and a cold and old voice sounded.

"Suppress the old man, break the bones of his body, and pour all the Laoshzi poison in his house to him, and I want him to endure the severe poison."

It has been ascertained that the poison of Xuedan was thrown into the medicinal bath, and the old lady is the culprit, and the old lady suspects that there is someone else's handiwork behind this. Under the torture, he was stunned and didn't spit out a word, and now he is no longer human.

Soon, Meng's mother came to Meng Guanlan's bedside. The little man who used to be alive and well was lying on the bed, breathing weakly, and his whole body was as cold as ice.

"Lan'er, Lan'er, wake up and look at your mother." Mrs. Meng shook her son's body vigorously, but there was no response.

On the other side,

"Don't worry, the miracle doctor is my old acquaintance, I have sent a letter to Lan'er's poison, please let him take a look."

Meng Yi turned his face at this time, and the six gods returned to the Lord.

The old lady's words changed: "By the way, son, who do you say did this?" ”

Meng Yi: "When the first emperor was in the dynasty, my Meng family followed the emperor, was loyal, and made many enemies, could it be those families?" ”

"Shu'er, what do you think?" The old lady was noncommittal, and turned to look at the heir he had cultivated in his heart.

Meng Wangshu: "My grandson and my father have the same opinion. ”

Old lady Meng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "You all think too simply." "Eh, why are sons and grandsons so wooden.

"Father, please."

"The old man has been with me for more than ten years, and those who can put eyeliner in our house must not be idle people. In addition to those old enemies, there is another person who is also within my suspicions. ”

He picked up a drop of water from the teacup and wrote the words "Emperor" on the table.

Meng Yi was shocked, and Meng Wangshu was also frightened.

The Meng family has always been an imperial lineage in the past dynasties? How could that person be suspicious of the Meng family?

"Ambition is going to get bigger and bigger. Now that he is in power, it is not impossible to have a jealousy of the family? ”

The Meng family tree has deep roots and has a pivotal position in the family.

However, on the side of the couch, how can others be allowed to snore.

It all seems to have some explanation.

"Father, it's possible today, but I've been the king's companion since I was a child, and I support each other all the way, so he probably won't be so ruthless. The son thinks that today's incident is probably the means of Mrs. Liu, Zuo Xiang, and Hubu Shangshu. ”

"Hopefully, it's not a good thing to be suspicious of Imajo. No matter who did it, the subordinates of the Meng Mansion and the secret guard will have to be cleared. ”

In fact, Mrs. Meng still has a point of doubt, why did the disaster happen to Lan'er.

Lan'er has been in the back hall for a few years, he is talented and intelligent, although he is a little lazy in temperament, but he has to admit that this son's intelligence is fully qualified to take over his mantle and follow the path of Confucianism.

Shu'er, like his father, always lacks a little aura in reading, which makes him very distressed. If Lan'er had been born in front of Shu'er, it would have been a different story.

Wait, the old lady suddenly thought of something. By the way, Lan'er is precocious, if you make good use of it, it will be an important part of continuing the glory of the Meng clan in the future.

The reputation of the Confucian scholars of the Meng family is too loud, and as far as his protégés are concerned, there are more than 100 people. It's a pity that the two generations of Confucianism in Mengfu have declined, and there is always a trend of decline. It's not impossible for Lan'er to be targeted.

Meng Guanlan was like an ice cellar, and the whole person was trembling. His eyes widened slightly, and he found himself lying in the hut in the front yard.

I haven't lived in this house since I was three years old, so much so that it feels like a world away.

"Mother, why are there so many quilts?" Meng Guanlan's head was full of black lines, it was still a dry summer day, and he was pressed with five or six thick quilts on his body, and he moved with difficulty.

"You have been poisoned by Xuedan, and your whole body trembles when you fall asleep, I will cover you with a few more quilts, and put a few soup women in the quilt."

I'm poisoned. Hey, why is life so sad in ancient times? It's reading and archery again, and it's poisoned and unconscious.

"Didn't the doctor come? When will I be okay? "Meng Guanlan's body is really cold and tight, and these warm equipment are useless.

"Don't worry, your grandfather went to ask for a miracle doctor, and your illness will be cured soon."

Divine doctors, they are all gods, and their medical skills are naturally impeccable. Hey, you're so sick?

"Brother Lan, you have a good rest. Grandfather allowed you to move out of the back hall and go back to the front yard for a while. Don't worry about other villages, take care of your illness first. Meng Wangshu said.

He was long and jade, and there was an indissoluble concern in his eyes.

"Okay, big brother." When you are sick, you can always rest for a few days. Not bad, not bad.

I waited for a month, and it was only too late for the miracle doctor to come back.