Li Mu's face turned pale, and he shook and took a big return pill from the hand of a grandmaster master and swallowed it. Then he nodded to the doctor and the grandmasters, and then got out of bed and went out.

The doctors stepped forward to check on Wang Meng, who looked better, and after some tossing, they ordered the slaves to grab the medicine and boil the medicine, and then left. Mrs. Wang also came, looked at her son with pity, comforted Liao Qing'er again, and took Liao Qing'er away.

The maids brought the medicine, fed the unconscious Young Master Wang to drink, then blew out the candlelight, closed the door, and quietly withdrew.

Darkness and silence returned to the chamber. At this moment, Wang, who was still in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes. However, the eyes that usually showed cunning and agility became dull at this time.

"Infinite World...... Wang Meng muttered, closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

......

A few days later.

Wang Meng wore a brocade robe, wore a jade crown on his head, held a folding fan, and walked into the main hall of the mansion with a sway. Behind him were Liao Qing'er and Li Muyi.

In the hall, Mrs. Wang was dressed in palace clothes, still not as charming as a middle-aged woman, sitting upright on the chair of the main seat.

"Mother!" greeted his mother, and Wang Meng found a place to sit down. As soon as the folding fan was closed, he took a cup of tea from his mother's maid Mei'er and took a sip.

Mrs. Wang looked at her child lovingly, her eyes were full of reluctance, but she still said: "This time to the capital, my mother has arranged for you to escort Uncle Zhu to you." Along the way, you will take away your temperament, and don't make too much trouble for your Uncle Zhu. ”

Syllable!

Wang Meng opened the folding fan again, and said with a slightly annoyed face: "Mother, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore, I know!"

"Hey......" Mrs. Wang, who knew her child's personality, heard her son say this, and she was worried and could only sigh helplessly. Then he continued: "When you arrive in the capital, bring a good message to your uncle on my behalf." Also, study hard in the capital, don't cause too much trouble to your uncle......"

Without waiting for Mrs. Wang to finish speaking, Wang Meng pouted and said: "What trouble can I cause to the uncle?" Besides, unless I provoke the emperor, there is any trouble that the uncle can't solve...... Speaking of this, seeing his mother's expression gradually become displeased, Wang Meng hurriedly said: "Okay, mother! I know, I must study hard and not cause trouble!"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her face expanded, she smiled lightly, and after instructing Wang Meng a lot, it was not until Ah San came in outside to report that the carriage and horses were ready. Only then did he stand up, and first said to Liao Qing'er: "Qing'er, I will want you to help me discipline my child in the future." ”

Liao Qing'er saluted Mrs. Wang, and when she heard this, she was overjoyed and said, "Madam, you can leave it to me." ”

Mrs. Wang's beautiful eyes looked at Li Muyi again, and when the two looked at each other on the spot, the air suddenly seemed to freeze. Just for a moment, Mrs. Wang smiled and said to Li Muyi: "Muyi, I'm sorry for you." ”

Li Muyi bowed his head and replied, "Madam, please rest assured." ”

Mrs. Wang nodded, walked up to Wang Meng, straightened the wrinkles of his shirt for him, looked quite reluctant, and said in a somewhat choked voice: "My son, be careful all the way......"

Seeing his mother like this, Wang Meng's eyes were also red, and he nodded heavily: "Mother, don't worry." After a year, I got the fame, so I applied for our Fuzhou side

Official. When the time comes, I will be able to fulfill my filial piety under my mother's knees......"

Mrs. Wang grabbed her child's hand, tightly, and a crystal teardrop flowed down the corner of her eye. After a long time, Mrs. Wang made a decision, shook off Wang Meng's hand, and walked straight towards the back hall.

Looking at his mother's back, Wang Meng knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times.

Listening to the sound behind her, Mrs. Wang's body trembled violently, but after all, she still didn't look back, and disappeared around the corner with the support of the maid Mei'er.

Liao Qing'er helped Wang Meng up, and when she saw such a scene of deep love between mother and son, her eyes were also red.

Wang Meng wiped his eyes, looked around at this familiar "home", and then said with determination: "Go!"

Outside the hall, Ah Da to Ah Qi, Young Master Wang's 'Seven King Kongs' stood in a row and were waiting for their young master. Behind them, there are Ling'er and other maids, as well as many miscellaneous servants and guards, etc......

When Wang Meng walked out, many people looked at their young master. After Wang Meng stood still and groaned for a while, he beckoned to Ah San.

"Young Master?"

"Uncle Zhu, what about them?"

"Young Master, Uncle Zhu is waiting outside the house with the dart masters. ”

"Well, let's go, don't make Uncle Zhu wait longer. Wang Meng said and glanced back again, and the reluctance in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Looking back and shaking his head, Wang Meng walked towards the gate first.

Going out from the gate, a large group of people were already standing in the small square outside the mansion, and a number of luxuriously decorated carriages were driving out of the side gate.

Many people outside watched Wang Meng come out and quickly stood in a phalanx. At a cursory glance, there were about 200 of them, all of them armed with spears and iron rods. In front of the phalanx, there were several people holding flags, and one flag read: Zhennan Dart Bureau. Another banner reads: Megatron.

As soon as Wang Meng crossed the threshold and went out, many dart masters shouted in unison: "See the young master!"

Only a few people did not salute, but just nodded towards Wang Meng. One of them was handsome and dashing, and although he was nearly forty years old, he was still personable, like a Confucian scholar who had read poetry and books. Above his right hand was a pitch-black sword. The hilt of the sword is pitch black, and the scabbard is pitch black, and the blade of the sword that is not doubtful will also be pitch black. On the pitch-black scabbard, inlaid with seventy-three crystal shining clam beads, although this sword is not how to sharpen iron like clay, but it has long been famous all over the world, in the minds of the people of the rivers and lakes, this sword symbolizes ominous and death.

The pitch-black scabbard and seventy-three pearls form a 'death' character. And the person holding this sword is known as the 'Death Star of the Night' on the rivers and lakes - Zhu Wenyan.

Zhu Wenyan, whose name is like his person, is like the Confucian scholar who reads poetry and books. However, instead of a pen, he held a sword, a sword that was pitch black and carried with death. As soon as this sword is unsheathed, it will definitely drink blood, and someone will die.

Zhu Wenyan, who became famous at a young age, studied under him nowhere, and held a black long sword. As soon as he appeared, he used a set of "death swordsmanship" to pick out several famous innate masters, and he was only the day after tomorrow at that time.