In the past few days, the Meng family has been having a hard time.

Meng Jing and Meng Er, when he returned home in the palace that day, he was already angry, who knew that Fang entered the mansion, and he heard that his nephew Meng Mingji went out of Meng's mansion, and he didn't know which wine shop he went, so that the dancer insisted on hanging herself from the beam.

After hearing about this incident from his protégé Zheng Zhicen, Meng Jing was in a hurry and fell ill at that time. However, the emperor Li Jing immediately sent an imperial doctor to the Meng Mansion to treat Meng Jing.

Meng Mingji's father, Meng Yan, sacrificed his life for the country, and his wife's grief hurt his body, and he suffered from the cold in the winter of the following year, and died before the New Year's Day.

The nephew lost his parents when he was young, and Meng Jing was distressed, but he did not relax his education. However, those sage words didn't seem to be able to enter Meng Mingji's ears, no matter how Meng Jing was, he didn't see Meng Mingji change.

On that day, Meng Mingji had just returned home, and he was taken by Meng Jing to kneel in front of the tablet of Meng Ying and his wife.

Half an hour passed, and Meng Mingji just lowered his head and said nothing.

Meng Jing knew that his nephew was practicing martial arts, and he didn't want the cold in the ancestral hall to hurt his nephew's body, so after another stick of incense, he sent someone to send a bowl of ginger soup and called Meng Mingji into the room.

"Do you know that today's innocent girl wants to kill herself because of your fault?" Leaning on the jade pillow and half-leaning on the couch, Meng Jing coughed twice, with anger on his face, and slammed the bed with his hand, "Do you know that your frivolous behavior almost killed others?" ”

When Meng Mingji entered the house, he was about to kneel down, but he was already called up by Meng Jing, and at this time, he neither admitted his fault nor defended himself, still lowered his eyes and did not say anything.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Although he is an old minister in the court, Meng Jing is only forty or three years old, but he is already in the summer heat, and he is so angry with his nephew, his body is uncomfortable and tight.

"The first brother killed the enemy in front of the battle, blessed the people of Dali Jiangshan, and died for the country. How did you have such ......?"

Meng Jing choked with anger, and a series of coughing sounds. The coughing stopped, Meng Jing was depressed in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't wait for Meng Mingji to respond.

"Uncle." Meng Mingji served a cup of tea, called Meng Jing lightly, and said nothing else.

Looking at the nephew in front of him, who was dressed in an indigo brocade robe, with a hairpin on his head, and a sachet hanging on his waist, he smelled the smell of wine that had spread since Meng Mingji entered the door, and he didn't want his uncle to let his nephew go on like this again.

Meng Mingji did such a thing, and didn't say anything about ruining the court, even if he himself would not be alive one day, Meng Mingji was like this, how could the Meng family survive?

For his uncle's ruthlessness, he wanted to teach his nephew a lesson. The scholar's understatement punishment obviously can't control Meng Mingji, so it's better to send him to the barracks - if he violates military law, someone will let him remember it for a long time!

"Come on, invite the son back to the house, and copy the books that have been learned hundreds of times."

After calling someone, Meng Jing looked at the nephew in front of him and instructed, "If you can't finish copying the book, don't think about going out of the house." When you finish copying it, when you understand it, you will go to the Qingjia Army for two years to hone your temperament! ”

Meng Mingji may not admit his mistake in the matter, but how his uncle punishes him, he will accept it and never say no.

"Yes, uncle."

turned around and retreated, and no one came to "please", and went back to the house.

"Zhicen......" The favorite protégé came into the door, Meng Jing looked at the plain smallpox, and his tired color could not be hidden, "I am ashamed of my brother!" ”

Here, Meng Mingji sent everyone back, so he took off the hairpin and threw it aside.

Roll up your sleeves and sniff it, then put it down again. The corners of Meng Mingji's mouth hid two points of self-deprecation.

The twilight reflected the color of the brocade robe on the gray wall of the Meng family's mansion, and Meng Jing, who had been silent for a long time outside the window, saw Zheng Zhicen staggering, and rushed into the door regardless of his gentlemanly appearance.

"Lord Meng, childe...... Childe went out of the house again. ”