Mei Changsu was very accustomed to Meng Zhi's gaze.

Over the years, whenever old people meet, there is no such gaze.

A literal makeover, this should only exist in the script.

The more Meng Zhi looked at it, the tighter his brows became, and the heavier his expression became.

He is the second in Langya, the first master of Daliang, and his brain is full of muscles, although he admits that his brain is really not very good, but in his professional field, he is very confident in himself.

Mei Changsu in front of him, at a glance, knew that there was no internal breath, and his body was weak, like a house with leaky air on all sides, which could only be maintained by tinkering.

He had only seen such a situation in Fu Wang Xiao Jingtian.

It's been twelve years, and it's been a lot of injuries, and it can't be healed for such a long time?

Meng Zhixin was straightforward, and when he had doubts, he asked: "What happened back then?" How heavy are your injuries? Langya Pavilion's medical skills are famous all over the world, Jiang Zuomeng and Yaowang Valley have close contacts, can't these two medical holy places in the world make your injuries heal? ”

"Brother Meng, my body will be good to nourish again, and I have a heart." Mei Changsu didn't want to expand too much on this topic, so he changed the topic: "After so many years, we have only exchanged letters, and we finally met today." Tea instead of wine, I toast you. ”

Meng Zhi is not smart, but he is not a fool, as soon as he heard it, he knew that Mei Changsu was perfunctory to him, he raised his teacup and said, "Don't you want to divert the topic here." ”

Mei Changsu didn't answer, but just drank the tea in the cup in one gulp with a drinking posture.

Meng Zhi had no choice but to do the same, tilted his head and poured the hot tea into his mouth.

His face changed suddenly!

Scald! It's hot!

A smile flashed in Mei Changsu's eyes, and he pretended to be concerned: "Brother Meng, why did your face suddenly turn so red?" Are you also physically..."

Meng Zhi silently exercised, don't get me wrong, the internal force did not have the effect of making the tea cold, he was just controlling it to keep himself out of the foreign appearance.

Swallowing the tea with difficulty, his voice was a little distorted, and he forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm in good health." It's just that it's too hot in this room, and it's sweaty. ”

In order to prove that what he said was true, he also hammered his chest a few times, making a sound of Peng Peng Peng.

Feiliu, who was playing with toys outside the door, looked up at the house, what were the two people doing in this room?

Inside the house, Mei Changsu successfully diverted Meng Zhi's attention, refilled Meng Zhi's tea, and said leisurely: "Brother Meng, I will meet you tonight, first, the old people will get together, and second, I have something to say to you." ”

"What?" Meng Zhi looked at the steaming tea in front of him and his eyelids jumped twice.

"What am I going to Beijing for this time, Brother Meng, you should be able to guess one or two. I hope that in this matter, Brother Mont can stay out of it. The Meng family has been loyal and good for generations, and I must not tarnish the reputation of the Meng family because of my business. ”

"What are you talking about?!" Meng Zhi is angry, doesn't this treat him as his own?

Meng Zhi began to output, what loyalty lies in the heart, not in the name, and began to recall the past and old people during the tenure of the Red Flame Army, saying that he would never believe that the Lin family and those old friends would have a rebellious heart....

There are a lot of balabala, and the core idea is that if you dare to let him stay out of the matter and be a spectator on the sidelines, he will lose his temper!

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Instructor! I want to play!

Mei Changsu looked at the fact that although he was a lot older in front of him, his temperament was as good as before, and he felt both comfort and guilt in his heart.

When he entered Beijing this time, he was not very sure of what he was going to do.

There are too many variables, and he has a big plan, but he will never allow himself to fail.

For the hundreds of lives in the Lin Mansion and the Qi Wang's Mansion, the 70,000 loyal souls of the Red Flame Army who died unjustly and their family members who were poked and scolded by others.

So Meng Zhi was in his chessboard from beginning to end.

The position of the commander of the forbidden army was too important to his plan.

This kind of tricky trick of retreating and inviting the king into the urn would never have been used on his friends in the past, but today is different from the past, he is no longer the boy he once was, he is just a vengeful ghost who hides behind his back and plays tricks and stirs up the storm.

It's been too long, he can't wait, and neither can the man on the throne.

Emperor Liang Wen is too old, and he wants to give a big gift before the elder who once hugged him and accompanied him to let go of the paper kite.

"Brother Meng, if you really want to help me, then tell me about the current situation in the capital. Although you and I have talked a lot about the letters over the years, the space of the letters is limited after all, and many things cannot be elaborated on. Mei Changsu was finally "persuaded" and gave way.

But it's not all clichés, and the correspondence can't be too dense in order to reduce the risk...

Talkative...

There are more than ten pages of letters at a time, which seems to be very long, but in fact there is a lot of moisture, and there are few dry goods.

Meng Zhi's face showed joy, and his beard curled: "Then I'm too familiar with this." ”

The next few quarters of an hour became Meng Zhi's lecture and science popularization time, and Mei Changsu added some water to him from time to time, occasionally asked a few questions, and then silently copied the information.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and then burn it after memorizing it.

In Meng Zhi's description, the current situation of the Great Liang Dynasty is very distinct, the power in the court is open, and the people who honor the king and the prince each occupy three of the six Shangshu, Emperor Wen of Liang is a little psychedelic, obviously he knows everything in his heart, but he pretends to turn a blind eye, and every time the court meeting is like a crowd watching the play, sitting in the VIP seat and watching the people of the prince and the king of Yu give each other eye medicine and dig traps.

It's not big enough, King Yu just sealed two Wang Zhu this year, and since the establishment of the Liang Dynasty, the first Prince of Seven Beads was born.

undoubtedly added a scoop of water to the already boiling oil pot, and the court became even more lively.

Mei Changsu bowed slightly, he had a little guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

After talking about King Yu, Emperor Wen of Liang and the crown prince, Meng Zhi began to talk about the others: "King Jing is still so pitiful, he has been fighting and garrisoning on the frontier all the year round, and he has made meritorious contributions every year, but His Majesty is still implicated in him because of the matter of praying for the king, and he has been snubbed all day long. ”

Mei Changsu knew this, he had actually met Xiao Jingyan today.

When talking to Nihuang, I met by chance, this young best friend is much more heroic than when he was young, but the bull's temper has not changed.

Knowing that the old Eucalyptus of Red Flame and the Lin family were the thorns in Emperor Wen's heart, Xiao Jingyan was always resentful of the old Eucalyptus of Red Flame that had turned the page in the eyes of Emperor Wen.

It is precisely because of this that Emperor Wen is so displeased with him.

The people in the palace have always known how to follow the crowd best, tend to be inflammatory, and the unfavored prince has no status at all.

Mei Changsu saw with his own eyes today that those attendants in the palace treated Xiao Jingyan with respect, seemingly respectful, but there was no respect in his eyes.

"What about the Six Princes?" Mei Changsu asked.

"His Royal Highness King Fu?" Meng Zhi shook his head: "It's still the same, a sick seedling." His Majesty intends to marry him, and the queen mother has asked several times, but his physical foundation is too poor. Every year, he gets sick, and last year, because of a little cold, he wandered back on the edge of the ghost gate, and the doctor finally snatched him back. Several marriages were delayed. ”