"Dead mother-in-law, don't go too far, I did drink flower wine last night! Believe it or not! Jin Abacus shouted angrily.

The voice was not loud or small, just enough for Zhao Chen on the first floor to hear.

A sneer sounded, followed by a hoarse and ugly voice: "Whether you drink flower wine or go to report to your obedient son, this gamble is not something you can control." ”

Jin Abacus took a sip, and only said after a while: "Don't talk about any gambling games, this is not fair at all, your apprentice knows everything, I will do it one by one"

"It's you who said it yourself, that little thing is smarter than Yong'er, let me look good." There was a sneer in the ugly voice, "What? Can't sit still now? And to cheat again? ”

Jin Abacus was strongly disturbed by Zhao Chen's serious injury, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, I ordered this drama in vain... Dead mother-in-law, she's just smarter than your apprentice, she's already guessed-"

Zhao Chen, downstairs, picked the corners of his lips.

Although Jin Abacus only bandaged her wounds last night and didn't say anything, he told her clearly at this moment.

She guessed right.

Meng Yong... What a Meng Yong!

She took a drink from her glass, got up and left.

"Shi'an!" Zhu Li shouted, but she didn't look back, he just wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhu Chongyuan.

"People love each other, what do you follow?" Zhu Chongyuan threw peanuts into his mouth carelessly, "I'll go back and prepare things in a while, we have to go to celebrate the cub's birthday in the evening." ”

——

As soon as Zhao Chen came out of Guanghe Garden, he came to Yingchun.

"Your Highness, Brother Han lost Guo Shi Niang last night... The child's subordinates have already handed it over to Mr. Meng's people, saying that they are placed in the suburbs of Beijing, and the subordinates will go to see it later..."

Seeing that Zhao Chen was silent, he thought for a while and asked, "Is it really reliable to hand over that child to Mr. Meng?" ”

Zhao Chen turned around and glanced at Guangheyuan again, "Don't worry about it, you don't have to look at it, go back to the house and drink together in the evening." ”

………

The night is thick and the lights are like stars.

The people in King Wu's mansion were noisy, and in the huge courtyard, a table was full of good wine and good food.

Children and women laugh and whisper, old people chatter, men laugh...

Zhao Chen looked at it with a smile, gestured towards everyone with the wine jar in one hand, and poured down the small half jar with his head up.

The spirits of Mobei are hearty and scorching.

It wasn't until after the third round of drinking that Zhu Chongyuan stood up and said loudly: "It stands to reason that we are not outsiders, and we shouldn't say those foreign words, but Lao Zhu still has to be big today, thank you on behalf of Shi'an." ”

The crowd fell silent.

He patted Zhao Chen on the side, "Xiao Shi'an is eighteen today, this little cub has always been very muddy, and he can stab the sky with a stick, and he never knows how to settle down... Pulling him to such a big point, you guys have worked hard! ”

Everyone laughed good-naturedly and raised their glasses to him.

Zhu Chongyuan accompanied him for a drink, and then turned to Zhao Chen, "Shi'an, our two sons have a fate, on the day you were born, you were just in time for Lao Tzu to return to Beijing after the great victory of the Northern Expedition, and His Majesty said in person at that time that you came out in a hurry to congratulate Lao Tzu!" ”

Zhao Chen smiled and nodded: "Yes, you are glorious, and your eyes are shining." ”

Zhu Chongyuan scolded with a smile, paused and said: "I hugged you back to the head, and I snatched it from His Majesty that day, and they all said that the doll could not see blood, but Lao Tzu just got off the battlefield, and the armor was not removed, and you didn't blink, and you were happy with Lao Tzu..."

On the side of the courtyard, Meng Yong, who came at some point, was standing quietly with his sleeves folded, with no sadness or joy on his face.

“… Later, your father went to the northwest, and we never saw each other again. Zhu Chongyuan smiled and patted her again, but his eyes were a little hot, "In a blink of an eye, it's that year——"

He choked up, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and stretched out his hand towards Zhu Liyi.

A Hundred Battles Treasure Sword was handed over by Zhu Li with both hands.

Zhu Chongyuan's waist straightened, and as soon as he held the handle of the knife, the bright blade appeared.

"It has been with me for 30 years, fighting in the south and in the north, and I don't know how many enemies I have killed." He stroked the blade of the knife, twisted his wrist, and returned the knife to the sheath, "I'll give it to you today." ”

He looked at Zhao Chen, his thick eyebrows were flying, but his eyes were very soft.

"You remember, Uncle doesn't want you to kill the enemy with it, I just hope that it can calm your peace and make you safe and stable for the rest of your life."

Zhao Chen was obviously drunk, he just blindly smiled, and after taking the knife, he hugged it tightly in his arms, and didn't even say thank you.

Tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter.

She felt like she was going to get the knife into her flesh.

Meng Yong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all his emotions had been erased.

He stepped forward a few steps, saluted Zhu Chongyuan and the people around him, and said with an apologetic smile: "Your Highness has drunk too much, take him to rest first, everyone eat and drink well." ”

After speaking, he leaned over and picked up Zhao Chen and strode towards the main courtyard.

——

The candles were dim, the laughter was far away, and the two people in the room sat and stood together, looking at each other but not saying a word.

Long.

"Meng Yong, Meng Yong..."Zhao Chen's face was flushed, holding the knife, leaning on the bed rail, and smiling again and again, "What a good Meng Yong, I should have thought of it a long time ago, didn't I?" ”

Meng Yong paused before he opened his eyes, silently spread the futon for her, and said softly: "Let's sleep first, the rest... Wait until you're sober. ”

Zhao Chen smiled: "You sing well in that play today, and you can sing it well, but people don't compare with the play, Mu Guiying took command and took her son to avenge her husband, but she-"

"Shi'an." Meng Yong interrupted her and eased her breath again, "You want to listen, I sang it to you, I can't listen to it enough once, I can sing it to you again, but the play is a play after all, and it is ten thousand times more difficult for people to make choices in the world than in the play." ”

He paused, and then said, "I didn't want to hide it from you at the beginning, but I was worried that you would have a grudge in your heart and would resist me..."

Zhao Chen listened to him quietly, and the old memories in his drunken eyes were surging, and they swallowed her in an instant.

Eleven years ago, on the ninth day of February, the cool land of the northwest——

The woman was quiet and feminine, wearing a moon-white jacket skirt, with green silk hanging down her waist like a waterfall, and was quietly looking at her little one.

"You want to live, don't you?" The woman asked lightly.

She shrunk back, glanced vaguely at the Tiger General next to her, and nodded for a moment.

The woman couldn't help but sigh lightly, squatted down, touched her little face, and said, "Don't be afraid, my aunt just, just wants to negotiate a deal with you—"

"There's nothing to complain about." Zhao Chen came back to his senses and lightly interrupted Meng Yong's words, "I chose it myself back then, I personally agreed to make a deal with her, and everything was voluntary for me." ”

She got up, limped to the corner of the room, held the cold iron spear, the smile on her lips became thicker and thicker, and she looked back and asked, "You came here to step on this thing a little before, right?" ”

Meng Yong was silent for a moment, then slowly approached, took something from his waist in his robe, and removed the cloth wrapped on it.

The light reflected on the object, folding a little cold light.

He stroked it with his fingertips, and the awe-inspiring killing intent suddenly penetrated into the soul, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

After a while, he silently picked up the barrel of the gun and put the head of the gun in his hand back to its place one by one.

This cold iron spear, which had drunk the blood of 10,000 people, finally appeared completely again after eleven years.

The two of them looked at each other in a daze, their eyes scattered, and they couldn't close for a long time.

The shock of childhood came over again-

At the border pass where the corpses were ambushed everywhere, the man's silver armor was bathed in blood, dyed red and white horses, and his scattered hair was frozen by the wind and snow, but there were still mountains and rivers condensed on the cold iron spear.

One person fights ten thousand armies, and the spear determines the world.

"A man is born with loyal bones, he should repay the kindness of his family and country, die for the country on the battlefield, and return the horse leather shroud!" His silhouette was as cold as iron, "My son is no exception—"

Meng Yong closed his eyes, his thin lips pursed into a line, and after a long time, he called softly: "Chonghua..."

Her eyes completely lost their warmth, and her thoughts were once again pulled back to eleven years ago.

In the cold night of deep winter, the north wind howled, and in the middle of the barracks, a boy in a brocade jacket carried a bowl of hot soup.

He showed two tiger teeth and asked with a smile: "My name is Zhao Chen, what is your name?" ”

The little one swallowed: "I—my name is Chonghua-"