After counting three springs, summers, autumns and winters, Meng Guanlan grew into a delicate and cute little doll.

In the past few years, my mother stuffed it into his room whenever she had a good one. Meng Guanlan decorates from the pavilion, clothes and fabrics, close-fitting jade, and appreciative gadgets, etc., all of which are not fine, and none of them are unlucky.

During the three years of laziness and laziness, Meng Guanlan lived a particularly wanton life, not at all like a child of a family. He can go up to the tree to dig out the bird's nest, take his mother to the street to listen to music, and enjoy the service of the maid. Everything comes according to one's own will, and everything is done according to one's own ideas.

Today is his third birthday. In addition to the stall in the hall, there are also several tables in the courtyard for the next person to eat, paying attention to the joy of the people.

Mrs. Meng pulled his hair and curled it into a bun behind his head, and threaded it with a clear blue hairpin. The robe is newly custom-made, cut with the cloud brocade of "inch brocade and inch gold", plus the double-sided embroidery of gold thread for more than 30 embroidery girls, so as to make such a body.

"My son is so handsome," Madame Meng teased as she pinched his nose.

But this is also true. A pair of Danfeng eyes are embedded in the eye sockets, as if they contain rippling water, and the bleak blur is a quiet flat mirror water, with a pure will. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the lips are vermilion, and the four words of pink carving and jade are brought to life.

The baby fat on both sides disturbed the delicacy at the right time, hiding the child's handsomeness by three points, and revealing five points of coquettishness.

"Mother" Meng Wangshu came in from outside, she beckoned, and led the child to the bed.

"Brother, this is a birthday gift for you." Seven-year-old Meng Wangshu was growing his body, and his height had risen very quickly in recent years, and the top of Meng Guanlan's hair had only reached his waist.

is different from Meng Guanlan's delicacy, Meng Wangshu is more Zhou Zheng and serious, which is completely in line with the image of the heir of a family.

Only when he saw his mother and younger brother could he show some tenderness. The corners of Meng Wangshu's mouth opened an arc, his eyes were full of seriousness, and what he handed over in his hand was an eagle-shaped jade.

"Xiaolan, this piece of warm jade will be given to you."

Meng Guanlan took it and played carefully. That jade is really warm to the touch. He easily replaced the ring hanging jade on his waist and put it close to his brother.

"Your father gave it to me." Mother asked softly.

"Yes, Guozijian won the first place in the policy theory, and asked his father for it."

"You." The mouth is helpless, but the heart is sweet. Shu'er has always been respectful and studious, and she doesn't like anything that is blocked, so I'm afraid this is the first time I've asked my father for something. Looking at the scene of this brother and brother, Mrs. Meng also wet the corners of her eyes.

"Let's take a seat," she held one in her hand, and all three of them had happy smiles on their faces.

Not long after, in the western part of the sun, Meng Shangshu returned home from the official subordinates. He didn't stop, but went straight to the lady's courtyard.

"Madam, I'm here to celebrate Lan'er's birthday."

"Oh, sit there." Mrs. Meng pointed everywhere and put Meng Yi opposite the three of them. Since Shu Erlan'er was born one after another, Mrs. has been much colder to him. Although he also knows the reason, it is a family rule set by his ancestors, and even he, the head of the family, has no right to change one or two.

Thinking of the old lady's instructions a few days ago, he couldn't help frowning, just don't make Mrs. sad today, let's talk about it tomorrow.

For this father, Meng Guanlan had very little contact. But if you look at the leopard in the tube, you can always get one or two. He's a well-behaved person, too well-behaved. Full of love is hidden under the shackles, and you can't "show" your heart to your wife. His father's words are easily not violated. A middleman, a dilemma.

This banquet is also a good meal. After all, when we get together like this, we only get together a few times a year.

The mother's anger flare up the next day. Meng Guanlan believed that it was definitely a big deal to be able to make such a fuss on the first day after his birthday.

He invited the servant to take him in his arms, and quickened his pace, but in a few moments, he reached his mother's place.

The screams in the hall were hysterical enough, and he palpitated for a moment in front of the house, and some did not dare to push the door.

He loves this mother very much, as the so-called "vote for me with a peach, repay it with a plum", and the overflowing love was also exchanged for his full admiration.

Determined, he pushed the door anyway.

The scene inside the door was worse than he had imagined. The wooden shelves on the floor of the porcelain pots and vases were overturned, the broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor, the chairs and stools were crooked, the Zhu Huanyu pendant on Mrs. Meng's head was scattered, and the bun hung crookedly on her ears.

As soon as she saw him come in, there seemed to be a light in the woman's eyes. She stepped forward quickly, clutched him tightly and tightly in her arms, and sobbed softly.

Meng Guanlan was strangled out of breath, and his face turned red.

"Madam, madam, let go of the young master first." Bi Xi stepped forward.

With the maid's reminder, Mrs. Meng's arms loosened a little, but she still maintained a hugging posture.

"Why is he so ruthless?"

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Listening to the exchange between the two, Meng Guanlan finally understood the beginning and the end. It turned out that Meng Yi sent a little maid today and explained that he would let Meng Guanlan enter the back hall tomorrow and live with the old lady.

"Mother, I'm just living with my grandfather, and it's not my word to come back." Meng Guanlan said with relief.

"Lan'er, it's not this that worries about my mother. Your brother also entered the back hall at the age of three, but his head was blue and black for three days, and his clothes were stained with blood on several occasions. I'm worried about you. ”

There is such a thing, Meng Wangshu is his own grandson. Besides, doesn't Daddy care?

Meng Wangshu simply thought that his brother might have been abused in some way.

"Madam, following the old lady is good for the young master's future." Another big girl, Liudai, said.

"If you don't understand, you're a madman!"

When he really arrived in the back hall, Meng Wangshu realized that the old lady wanted to train him. Watching my brother sweat and swing his sword in the court. Meng Wangshu vaguely felt that the days ahead might not be easy.

Meng Wangshu followed Chen Cheng, who often followed his grandfather's attendant, to the main hall. The main hall was empty, and the wind passed through the hall, bringing a chill of coldness.

"Second young master, you wait for a while, the old lady will come later." With that, he left.

Meng Guanlan stood there alone, enduring the cold of spring, and alone.

Half an hour later, when his legs and feet were frozen, and his hands were in his sleeves and pinching the warm jade around his waist, the old lady was late.

In fact, he has been observing inside for a while, this son would rather not bend, he is respectful, but a piece of jade.

"Lan'er, from today onwards, you will live in the back hall, and by the way, you will practice the six arts of a gentleman." Although the speech is gentle, there is no doubt about it.

Meng Guanlan couldn't figure out his temperament, but his intuition made him think that this was not a good person, no matter how gentle his tone was. He replied, "Yes, grandfather." ”

Since then, Xiao Menglan has settled in the back hall and has lived there for more than ten years.

The house that his grandfather had prepared for him was in the far west, far from his eldest brother's.

Do you want to be alone in the future? Meng Guanlan thought.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Meng took him into the small ancestral hall. The ancestral hall enshrines the portraits of the ancestors of the Meng family, and there are words hanging next to them, which are the names of the ancestors of the officials of the Meng family dynasties to the prime minister and the great achievements of the country.

"Lan'er, my Meng family has been undefeated in the world for nearly a thousand years, and it has become a method of its own. That is, each generation of children and grandchildren, only one heir is recognized, and the rest of the children recognize the heir as the main and serve him at all costs. Things in the world are ever-changing, and the heir may also have the accident of being crippled and falling, so I consulted with your father, and you should learn everything that your eldest brother has learned. You remember that the interests of your family are above all else, even your lives. You, got it? The old lady's eyes were shining, and she stabbed straight at Meng Guanlan.

Rao is Meng Guanlan, who has already made psychological preparations, still has some waves in his heart after hearing these words. It sounds a little cruel to recognize the eldest brother as the main and to be the heir's spare tire. The argument between the father and the mother, the distress in the brother's eyes, the mother's constant connivance and hysterical screams, all of this is explained.

In the morning, he studied and practiced law and mathematics, in the afternoon he practiced martial arts with riding and archery, and in the evening, he also practiced music and chess.

And that's just the beginning.

When he was five years old, the old lady incorporated him into the secret guard, competing with the newly recruited children, and used a short knife to fight his way out.

The little disciples who were brought in were the descendants of the jade. In order to better integrate into the group, Meng Guanlan received the waist card Yuqi and entered the secret guard training base camp - a village of the Meng family on the outskirts of the city.

Most of the new children are the blood left by the old guards, and some children who are scavenging and begging are also taken in to give them a place to live. Meng Guanlan hid his identity and received secret guard training with these people. After more than a month of communication, Meng Guanlan noticed a person - Jade Twelve.

Jade Twelve is cold and rarely talks to people. According to the camp owner, he used to scavenge for a living and was the child of a deceased soldier. Whether it is identity or personality, it is quite a special existence in this group of children.

The Dark Guard Battalion implements a system of one examination per month for the newly admitted seedlings, and only one person is allowed to win each assessment. Meng Guanlan, who has been training in martial arts since he was three years old, can only win half of the assessment. The other half was pocketed by Jade Twelve.

As a result, the match between Meng Guanlan and Jade Twelve has become the most suspenseful and exciting part.

This is the last assessment of joining the Dark Guard Reserve Team, and Meng Guanlan has already crossed the threshold of seven years old at this time, and his stature is much higher.

He was dressed in a strong suit, and the other sharp blades on his bracers slid into his hands, piercing the void and pointing straight ahead.

On the other side, the twelve beveled edges of the jade are picked up and easily avoided.

Meng Guanlan had already expected this scene, he pressed down his wrist, and the blade went straight to the chest of the incoming person, shedding a silver light.

You chase, I fight. You flash, I split.

The short blades fell to the ground, and the bloody mouth of the punch was cleared to the flesh.

Meng Guanlan narrowly won with one move, and Yu Twelve fell to the ground in response, unable to afford to lose. Meng Guanlan took the handle, and the two sat down with their shoulders back, feeling a little sympathetic to each other.

"I'll tell you a secret." Meng Guanlan said with a smile.

"You say"

"Actually, I'm a relation, and our lord is my own brother." Meng Guanlan: Amazing.

"Then you're not coming in the future?" He asked.

"Come on, master, I've been practicing for more than a year, how can I not enjoy the fruits of my efforts. Pinch your fingers, and I'll be your second-in-command from now on. ”