One Thousand Eighty-Three: The Death of Meng Zhan (1)

Meng Hengli stood behind Jiang Pengji, looking at Meng Zhan with a complicated expression.

There is no boy who does not yearn for his father. The young Meng Heng also regarded Meng Zhan as a god, and worshiped him longingly.

However, in Meng Zhan's eyes, only the bastard Meng Ting, even if the other party is ignorant and lustful, Meng Zhan pampers him like a pearl like a treasure.

Meng Heng once thought that Meng Zhan liked such a son, so he also secretly tried to "learn bad", and secretly followed Meng Zhan's words and deeds, but in the end he was severely punished and ordered to kneel down in the ancestral hall. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was torrential rain outside, and the air was as cold as razor blades. The young Meng Heng didn't wear much warm clothes, kneeled until his knees were bruised and blackened, and went straight to the death——

That memory became his childhood nightmare. Occasionally, he dreamed back at midnight, and he could still clearly recall the cold air in the air.

Meng Heng lowered his eyelids, bowed to Jiang Pengji calmly.

"I don't know what the lord called Heng to come over?"

"Anyway, you have a fight with Meng Zhan and his son. I am not an unreasonable person, so you may have regrets. I allow you to have a word with him, and the father and son will make a complete break." Jiang Pengji said, "Meng Zhan Zhan also owes Captain Meng a debt, I hope you don't mind."

Meng Heng was taken aback for a moment, and it took a while before he came to his senses.

What Jiang Pengji meant was not to let him personally send Meng Zhan on the road, but to let him talk to Meng Zhan so as not to leave any regrets?

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell how he felt.

"Thank you, my lord." Meng Heng said.

Meng Qing's wife and daughter died tragically. The direct murderer was Meng Zhan, but Meng Zhan was also an accomplice. Meng Heng had no right to stop or resent.

Jiang Pengji got up and walked to the cell door, she turned her head and whispered.

"His mood is not stable, Cousin Heng, don't get too close."

After all, Jiang Pengji gave up the space, but she didn't leave too far away.

This distance will neither make Meng Heng feel being watched, nor will the situation escape her control.

Seeing Jiang Pengji leave, Meng Heng's brows slightly relaxed, and seeing Nie Xun standing beside him from the corner of his eye, he felt a little suspicious.

What is Nie Xun doing here?

Because time was short, he didn't think about it further.

"Father—Patriarch Meng—"

Meng Heng sat on the mat, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, forcing himself to swallow the salutation that blurted out.

He has already been expelled from the clan, and has severed his father-son relationship with Meng Zhan. Now if he calls his father again, the other party may not admit it.

Meng Zhan was immersed in his own world, and his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

He suddenly heard someone calling him, and his spirit became clearer, but when he looked up, he saw Meng Heng's face——

Meng Zhan was greatly stimulated, he couldn't control his emotions, he rushed forward with a ferocious expression, half of his body crossed the low table.

"Meng Shijiu——" Meng Zhan called out Meng Zhan's full name in a hoarse voice with a ferocious face, and grabbed Meng Heng's sleeves with his thin hands that looked like branches, "Why are you still alive—why did you die so hard—— How could you bastard be the son of this old man—”

Meng Heng was stunned and was about to struggle, but Meng Zhan's roar made him feel like falling into an ice cellar, as if the surrounding sounds were far away.

What is "wild species"?

Meng Heng didn't struggle, but gave Meng Zhan another chance.

He didn't believe what Jiang Pengji said, it must be an illusion fabricated by the other party using sorcery, everything was to deceive him!

He couldn't have done anything wrong for so many years!

Meng Heng is the bastard of Gu Zhen and others, not his son at all.

He, Meng Zhan, was the only son like Meng Bin in his life!

His only son was killed by Liu Xi, and the wild species who had been raised for more than 20 years even took refuge in Liu Xi, regardless of Meng Bin's blood feud!

"How could you be the old man's son—"

Meng Zhan looked thin and weak, but the strength he erupted was terrifying. Meng Heng was caught off guard by his neck and couldn't break free no matter what. Nie Xun, who was on the side, was also shocked by Meng Zhan's words. When he recovered, Meng Heng's face turned blue——

Without the slightest hesitation, Nie Xun kicked Meng Zhan's shoulder,

The other party let out a pain and let go of his hands.

Meng Heng's eyes were filled with tears, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Could it be that this is the fundamental reason why Meng Zhan has hated himself for so many years?

The servant said in private that he was a bastard whose biological father was unknown, so it was not groundless?

Meng Zhan was the first to react, and pulled out the sword worn by Meng Heng's waist with a swipe, and stabbed at Meng Heng with the sharp sword.

In the blink of an eye, Nie Xun didn't have time to think in his head, and grabbed Meng Heng, and the two rolled to one side, avoiding the sword.

At this time, Meng Zhan had lost his mind. Seeing that Meng Heng had escaped, he immediately followed and hacked.

"You're crazy—"

Nie Xun resisted with the blade of his sword, but because he underestimated Meng Zhan's strength, he almost dropped his sword.

"Kill—kill this bastard—it's all a lie, this is a bastard—"

Meng Zhan's eyes were red, his old face was distorted and ferocious.

Nie Xun prevented him from killing Meng Heng, so he killed Nie Xun along with him.

"You dare to stop the old man—you should die—"

Meng Zhan couldn't restrain his inner emotions at all, all kinds of messy thoughts seemed to burst his brain.

"Die—"

Literati in ancient times all learned the six arts of a gentleman, and Meng Zhan naturally also learned swordsmanship.

At this moment, desperately trying to kill Nie Xun and Meng Heng, every move was aimed at the dead point, and Nie Xun accidentally cut his left arm.

"Be careful!"

Meng Heng regained his strength. Seeing that Meng Zhan's sword was about to stab Nie Xun's chest, he didn't care, and rushed forward to hug Meng Zhan's legs. Meng Zhan's movement was blocked, and the sword in his hand was naturally crooked. The tip of the sword pierced Nie Xun's shoulder, and Nie Xun's sword pierced the opponent's chest.

All of this happened extremely quickly. When Wei Ci and the others discovered the accident and rushed over, it was already too late.

With a bang, the sword in Meng Zhan's hand dropped.

Nie Xun also maintained a surprised and shocked expression, and let go of the sticky blood-stained sword hilt.

Although this sword did not hit the heart, it was still a vital point.

Even if the medical officer could arrive, Meng Zhan could not escape death.

There was a stabbing pain in his chest, which pressed hard on his swollen brain, his rationality slowly gathered, and his hideous and distorted face eased down.

"Shi, Shijiu—"

Meng Zhan opened his mouth, his tone was somewhat peaceful.

Meng Heng maintained a dull expression, let go of his hands in a daze, and turned to support Meng Zhan's body.

The sticky and glaring blood hit his eyeballs, making him bewildered.

His pale lips trembled, he said, "Meng, Patriarch Meng?"

When Meng Zhan heard this address, a hint of sarcasm and fatigue flashed across his pale face.

His chest was throbbing, and he lowered his head, following the direction of the hilt of the sword, looking at the young man who had sent the tip of the sword into his body.

At the age of twenty-five or sixteen, with a handsome appearance, there is a bright red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows——

this face?

This cinnabar mole?

Suddenly, Jiang Pengji's words resounded in his mind——

[...The second son born to you by your concubine, a baby boy with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows... He was originally the second son of the Meng family, but under your control, his identity was changed by that bastard son... He was buried in the cold mud by his maid before he was born—]