Chapter 238

The friend frowned and came forward to gently persuade, "governor Meng, I'm sorry for the change. Don't be too sad."

However, the pain of losing a son in middle age, such a human relationship tragedy, where can a light consolation be soothed?

Meng Zhan put his hands on the edge of the coffin, and his fingers trembled with the naked eye. Because he worked too hard, his fingertips became blue and white.

Looking at his blue veins and dark face, his friends stopped talking, just sighed softly and stepped aside.

Obviously, what Meng Zhan needs now is not dry comfort from others, but a quiet space to let him be quiet and calm down this sudden great blow... However, Meng Zhan obviously doesn't want to be quiet. He just wants to find out about Meng Zhan's death.

His good son, although he has such small problems and makes small mistakes, so what?

Since the founding of the former dynasty, the Meng family has been very prominent. It has spread to this day. It has a big family and great cause. It can help Meng data do anything.

I knew this would happen if I sent him to Beijing to avoid the wind. I should bear the pressure and protect him under my wings.

It's good now. He went to huangquan road at a young age and asked his old father, a white haired man, to send a black haired man!

Meng Zhan was a man after all, stronger than the concubine who stood up and cried bitterly.

After spitting blood several times, the brain dazed by hatred could barely find some reason.

"Bring people up... I'd like to ask... Who is so bold that he dares to lay such a hard hand on her!"

With that, Meng Zhan unexpectedly blushed his eyes and burst into blue veins on his forehead. Where was Zhan Ran's elegant and gentle demeanor before? It was like he was over 20 years old. His friends on one side were neither leaving nor staying. They could only keep their faces and reduce their sense of existence.

Not long after, the leader of the retinue had fallen down and knelt in front of Meng data's coffin, and a face full of stubble was full of tears.

"It was the thief Meng Hun who killed the second husband! He, he... He cheated the master..."

The leader of the retinue was uneasy, and fear haunted his brain, as if Meng Zhan would get up and pull out his sword and cut off his head the next second.

Meng Zhan smiled coldly and ferociously. He looked cruel and ferocious. "Say it! Say it carefully! Meng Hun... Ha ha..."

The friend looked at it and frowned slightly. It was the first time to see Meng Zhan's expression beyond his warm smile. He was angry and uncomfortable... But considering that the other party had just lost his beloved son, such an expression was not too much.

The leader of the retinue clenched his fist secretly. Whether this little life can be saved depends on this time.

Brewing a good mood, Hu Qingling spoke out his words that had been brewing for more than a month, tried to focus on Meng Hun's treachery, rendered the scene when he found the body, and described himself as loyal. However, the enemy was cunning and could only take back Meng data's body.

"... sir, you must decide for the second husband!" Hu fell on the ground and wept bitterly. If it was normal, Meng Zhan didn't kick him in the chest, but he could brush his feelings for himself at this time, so that he could successfully save his life. "... my subordinates just grabbed Er Langjun's body back, they found that Er Langjun, he... He was forcibly bled to death..."

As soon as he said this, Meng Zhan felt another sharp pain. His right hand tightly grasped the clothes on his left chest, his teeth closed, and his lips turned blue.

Seeing that he was going to hold his breath and convulse, Meng Zhan didn't expect to slow down with great perseverance, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"You said... The second husband was bled to death by Meng hun?"

He almost squeezed out these words by biting his back teeth.

It's no wonder that she's corpse will look blue and purple. Even though some of it has rotted, the corpse is really more strange than normal people.

"Yes!" The retinue leader nodded with difficulty, tears streaming down without money, "my subordinates are not good at taking care of Erlang. Please allow my subordinates to take revenge for him... When I get revenge, my subordinates must decide by themselves. When I go underground, I must be good at taking care of Erlang..."

Meng Zhan's chest fluctuated sharply. The concubine on one side had skillfully held him and raised her hand to comfort him.

After a long time, the leader of the retinue thought he would die this time. Meng Zhan's cold and arrogant voice came into his ears, which was undoubtedly an amnesty!

"No... you have such loyalty. If she knows under the spring, she will be happy..."

Meng Zhan was unwilling to say this. He fell on the friend from the corner of his eye and said bluntly, "you must revenge her! I'm the son of Meng and the name of Meng in Cangzhou. Is it that such bandits can humiliate? If you don't kill this person, you swear not to be a man!"

At this time, the squire leader seemed to think of something and felt that Meng Zhan could burn the flame of hatred more vigorously.

Anyway, he is also a subordinate of Meng Zhan. He knows the man well. At this time, he can barely calm down and spare him the death penalty. It's nothing more than worry that there are outsiders present, so it's inconvenient to completely expose his nature... When the friend leaves after condolence, he may be in danger.

So Hu played a trick on his head.

With a sad face, he took a piece of blue coarse cloth from his arms and untied it.

Meng Zhan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and asked him, "what is this?"

The retinue leader replied, "this is the hard evidence that the thief humiliated Meng and fooled his subordinates..."

Meng Zhan grabbed it and looked at each roll of coarse cloth carefully. The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.

Until finally, he unfolded the largest piece of coarse cloth. The dragon flying phoenix words on it were written in blood. Now it has solidified and darkened, emitting a smoky smell. Meng Zhan's concubine was trying to come forward to see what happened, and was smoked away by the smell.

[Meng's firewood dog also...]

Seeing this beginning, Meng Zhan only felt his cheeks blue, as if someone had slapped him for a hundred times.

[... Meng wants to use Meng as a raft to humiliate my wife and daughter, so that they will be ashamed after they die...]

Meng Zhan was so moved that he couldn't believe that Meng Hun's brain could see through the real purpose of his move.

His hands were still shaking, and he kept looking.

[... If you want to be the first day of junior high school, don't blame Meng for being the 15th. Meng data doesn't die. How can he afford...]

Meng Zhan felt a sharp pain in his heart. His forehead was blue and his head was very painful. It seemed that the world was shaking.

Poof——

Another mouthful of blood spat out. In the panic of the people, Meng Zhan fell to the ground with a pale face, and the coarse cloth was unable to fall to the ground.

In just one day, he vomited blood several times.

It hurts the root and doesn't last long.

The friend came forward to hold Meng Zhan's limp body and gently asked the servant to ask a medical officer to transfer Meng Zhan indoors.