Li Feizhu was so frightened that he didn't dare to squeak.

Although this Meng Hui is Meng Jingru's second son, but it is more important than Meng Yang in the Meng family, first, Meng Hui is a descendant, his mother is the daughter of the first emperor, the sister of the current saint Princess Qingluan, secondly, Princess Qingluan died early, and died after giving birth to a son, so Meng Jingru is particularly caring for the youngest son who lost his mother. He can control his father's forces freely.

In addition, Meng Hui is not soft on those who disagree, so everyone does not dare to blame him.

Compared with him, he Li Feizhu is just a sesame character, and he doesn't have the courage to break ground on his head.

"Song, Miss Song, don't talk nonsense, the prince is also there, all, I know that I didn't move Miss Song, a cold hair, Miss Song, this, say so, but it's not good." After being stunned for a long time, Li Feizhu finally defended himself in a hurry.

Yes, anyway, he, Li Feizhu, made up his mind not to admit that the person Song girl wanted was here with him, and he was able to help him, so what could he do?

Thinking of this, he became more reasonable, and his words were not so stumbling, he straightened his waist, and his voice was slightly deep: "Miss Song broke into my Li Mansion at night, Li still doesn't know, what happened to Miss Song?" ”

Forgive this girl and didn't dare to say to Meng Hui that she was here to save her, so Li Feizhu's face was much calmer than just now, and there was a vague feeling of villain's ambition.

Meng Hui rubbed the girl's hair, chuckled, and her voice was low, as if she was spoiled: "Lianzhou, tell me, you secretly ran out here today, what do you want to do?" ”

Lian Zhou tugged at the corner of Meng Hui's clothes, and pouted: "Brother Meng Hui, I ......" The girl's nose was slightly wrinkled, her beautiful eyes were covered with layers of mist, and the mist on her long eyelashes was swirling, and it was faintly visible that there were tiny pearls floating and flashing on it.

Her voice was a little choked, not big or small, but it was just right for people to hear: "Brother Meng Hui, I heard that Uncle Li arrested my brother, and I was in a hurry, so I didn't care about anything and ran here." I won't run around in the future, can you let Uncle Li return my brother? ”

Li Feizhu denied it: "Miss Song, what are you talking about, where did I arrest your brother?" ”

In the brightly lit hall, the girl had white teeth, bit her pink lip, and then opened her mouth and said, "Although that person is not my brother," she continued, remembering the pained little face of Ya'er, "to me, he is a very important person. Lian Zhou looked at Meng Hui deeply, with a resolute message in his eyes, and added: "Very important." ”

Meng looked back at the girl's dark eyes, his heart sank slightly, and then his expression slowed down, a smile appeared on Ruyu's face, and he turned his head sideways and whispered to Li Feizhu: "Lord Li, what do you think about this?" ”

Li Feizhu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard Lian Zhou admit to Meng Hui that he had a good relationship, and saw that Meng Hui didn't mean to be angry at all, and there was a posture of asking him to release him, and he was suddenly a little flustered in surprise.

Just wanted to say that he didn't bring back the person Song Yatou wanted, but he wanted to slap himself twice as soon as he opened his mouth, so many people on the street saw that he had kidnapped someone back, who would believe it now if he denied it?

"Master Li, I remember that your nephew seems to want to be promoted." Meng Hui gently held Lian Zhou's little hand, and his indifferent tone was as light as the wind.

The subtext is: If you release people, you are expected to be promoted; If you don't let it go, you will belittle a foreign country.

Meng Hui's words were not light or heavy, and Li Fei Zhu Dengshi, who still wanted to twist and not let go, got up: "Miss Song remembered that Li Mou said this, Miss Song did have a friend with me, and when I went to the street today, I saw him and wanted him to come to the house to drink tea, so I ...... now."

Li Feizhu laughed with him, feeling that he couldn't make it up, and he was stunned for a while, his face swollen and red.

Lian Zhou pillowed his little head on Meng Hui's chest, looking at the man who was vomiting for a long time.

Tang Li suddenly yawned loudly, and his black hair fell on his chest and fell on his half-open clothes, with a casual and uninhibited expression.

"Lord Li, this king is a little tired after drinking high, so he will take his leave and come back to visit another day." As soon as Tang Li finished speaking, he stood up tremblingly, and when his own guards saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward to support Tang Li.

Meng glanced back at Tang Li, and said lightly to Li Feizhu: "In this way, Meng is also going back, Lord Li, today is abrupt, Meng is very sorry, there is a lot of trouble." ”

Li Feizhu stepped forward and smiled smilingly: "Where is Young Master Meng, it is Li who has made a mistake in doing things, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." As if remembering something, he continued: "Young Master Meng first came to our mansion, and he was about to resign without even drinking a cup of tea, which was really inconsiderate to Li. ”

Meng Hui didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he frowned lightly and said, "Master Li is polite." ”

As soon as they walked out of the gate of the Li Mansion, Meng Hui and Lian Zhou quickly let go of each other's hands, and they had a rare tacit understanding.

Tang Li was helped into his carriage by his own guards and had already left.

Meng Yang was drunk and lying in another carriage, and in this carriage, there were only two people, Meng Hui and Lian Zhou.

The embroidered ribbons on the carriage are densely strung with multicolored glass beads, which shake with the gentle shaking of the carriage, and the beads collide with a subtle and crisp sound. The carriage was large and palatial inside, with brocade pillows and cushions shining silver in the candlelight, and delicate peony patterns embroidered on it, like a woman's delicate face reflected in the rippling water.

The carriage moved forward unhurried in the night, as safe as promised.

The summer night was originally hot and dry, Lian Zhou was in the car, feeling a little stuffy, brushing the car window cloth with her bare hands, and the cool night breeze blew on her face, which made her feel a lot more comfortable.

Meng Hui didn't speak, just quietly stared at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in front of him, pursed his lips, thoughtful.

After Lian Zhou shook his fists, he finally spoke: "I want to know, what is your purpose?" ”

Anyway, her suspicion of him is obvious, and now there is no need to do more disguises, it is useless to act, it is better to be open and honest.

Meng Hui's eyes were deep and cold, he glanced at her, but pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't plan to resort to the goal, Lian Zhou knew that it would be fruitless to ask any further, so he changed the subject and said, "Where did you take him?" ”

Both of them knew that he was referring to Brother Ya'er, who had just been rescued from the Li Mansion.

Meng turned his gaze and looked at the flickering candle flame in the carriage, feeling a little irrepressibly bored in his heart, but he only said lightly on his face: "Where you come from, you should go back." ”

Only then did Lian Zhou understand that Meng Hui had brought Brother Ya'er back to Chunsheng Pavilion, but because of this, she was even more puzzled, why didn't Meng Hui take him with him, wouldn't it be more reasonable?