Chapter 313

The first time she saw Meng Heng, Jiang Pengji heard the sound of the system.

[system: congratulations to the anchor for completing the real-time task - help Meng Heng and get the reward "mysterious gift bag". Please go to the backstage reception to get the reward.]

That's it?

Jiang Pengji chuckled. The system really couldn't last, otherwise it wouldn't be so urgent.

She looked at Meng Heng as usual, which was different from the delicacy of Meng data's appearance. At first glance, Meng Heng was a little rough, dressed in a Confucian shirt, and even had a feeling of nondescript. Just looking carefully, she felt that the other party was full of fortitude.

Meng Heng is not so much a scholar who has read poetry and books as a martial artist who is proficient in martial arts.

He took a look at the thick cocoon of his tiger's mouth, which is the trace of holding a knife and gun all the year round.

Even if Meng Heng's martial arts are not good, his body is definitely not weak.

"Are you cousin Heng?"

Jiang Pengji talked to Mr. Yuanjing, and then followed the guards to see Meng Heng.

At first, when I saw Meng Heng, the other party was still sitting in the carriage, wearing a gray cloak. The charcoal basin in the car had already been extinguished without any waste heat. The decoration inside was also simple, like an ordinary scholar. I couldn't see the style of Meng's legitimate son.

"Are you?"

Meng Heng frowned and frowned. He couldn't remember when he had seen Jiang Pengji.

"My mother often tells me about cousin Heng. She is always worried about your days in Meng's house..."

Jiang Pengji didn't tell her origin clearly. Meng Heng should understand as soon as he heard this.

"Are you... Cousin Xi?" Meng Heng looked at her in a daze. He didn't seem to expect that the heroic young man in front of him was the second son of Liu she in the rumor. When Jiang Pengji talked about Gu Zhen, his expression became a little obscure, "how have you been these years, mother?"

When Gu Zhen left Meng's house, Meng Heng could remember things and knew more or less what happened that year.

Because he knew what would happen if Gu Zhen didn't leave with each other, Meng Heng didn't have any complaints about the biological mother, but he respected and pity her very much.

Meng's house is not a good place, otherwise he wouldn't go all the way to Beijing to study and avoid those messy things.

Jiang Pengji said, "my mother almost didn't survive a serious illness in the early spring of this year. However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. After that serious illness was cured, even some of the diseases left by my youth were cured. Now I'm doing well."

Meng Heng said, "mother's life is good, which can't be better."

Jiang Pengji asked him, "listen to cousin Heng's little boy, there is something wrong with the wheel of the carriage?"

Meng Heng's face was a little embarrassed and flushed, and said, "well."

Jiang Pengji glanced at the broken wheel and immediately understood where the root cause was.

I don't know how many years this carriage has been in service. It's in disrepair for a long time, and its wheels have been used for years. Now it's broken because it's overwhelmed.

The eldest son of Mencius, who was so handsome, even sat in such an old carriage. It can be seen how sad he was in Mencius house.

When I went out on a snowy day, I didn't have enough charcoal in the car. Even my clothes were old clothes that had been starched and washed many times.

"If cousin Heng is not in a hurry, it's better to take care of each other with me." Jiang Pengji made a voice invitation, as if she were a real 12-year-old naughty boy. "My mother was so ill that her consciousness was blurred. She often called cousin Heng's nickname at the door. Now that we have seen each other, I have to ask you well. When we go back, we can learn from my mother and make her feel at ease."

Meng Heng listened, his heart moved, as if the scene appeared in his mind.

He didn't remember much when he was a child, but he still had an impression of Gu Zhen. Such a quiet and beautiful lady is like coming out of a lady's painting. It makes people feel calm and good. Now she is still thinking of him when she is seriously ill. How can she not be moved?

In his heart, he said, "in that case, Heng will bother. It's a pity that his mother has remarried for many years and his unfilial son hasn't visited him. Can cousin Xi tell hengduo something about his mother?"

"It's natural."

There are three carriages brought out by Jiang Pengji. After a little sorting, we can still spare one for Meng Heng.

Knowing that there was a famous Mr. Yuanjing in Kyushu in the team, Meng Heng was almost stunned and couldn't react.

"Cousin Xi, now I'm studying under Mr. Xi's door?"

"No, sir. I'm strict in accepting students. I've only studied in Mr. College for a few years and I can benefit a lot."

Looking at his face alone, Meng Heng is not a smart man, but he is very honest in his words and deeds.

Hearing that his cousin could enter Langya academy, he couldn't help nagging, just urging her to study hard and make progress every day.

If you change into a delicate teenager, you will definitely show an impatient look, but Jiang Pengji is very useful.

Meng Heng is like the lotus bred by Wang mire in Meng Fu, which is very unique.

Mr. Yuanjing's students are very temperamental. Not everyone gets along well.

Some students have only said a few words to each other for several years. Their friendship is very weak and their exclusion of outsiders is serious.

Meng Heng noticed this. He spent most of his time in the carriage, occasionally came out to communicate with Jiang Pengji, and rarely talked with Yuanjing's students.

After Jiang Pengji finished the real-time trigger task without any difficulty, she ignored the "mysterious gift bag" in the background mailbox. The system couldn't bear it and urged her to open it. Jiang Pengji said, "I'll wait for a lucky day and open it again."

System: "..."

I have a * * * to say now!

She didn't annoy the system. The next day, she found a chance to ask Weici.

"Listen to Sir, Zixiao is proficient in the eight trigrams I Ching. Can he look at people's faces?"

Wei CI lifted the curtain and asked Jiang Pengji with his eyes.

What do you want to be?

"What do you think of my luck today?" She asked.

After hearing this, Wei Ci's face turned blue and looked at Jiang Pengji with a kind of bad look in her eyes.

"I really ask for questions, not deliberately teasing you."

He continued to look indifferent. "Yintang is red and evil spirit does not invade. This is great luck."

He had never seen this man's Yin hall turn black, even if there was foreign evil spirit into the body, he could not suppress her own evil spirit.

Jiang Pengji gave a cry, stepped up the horse's stomach, and Dabai obediently ran forward for two steps.

Wei CI: "

Enough affectation, Jiang Pengji finally opened the "mysterious gift bag" backstage.

The gift bag suddenly disintegrated and floated in the air, and then condensed together like fine sand to form a golden entity.

Hehe... Jiang Pengji pinched her fingers and said.

"System, you see, how red I am."

The system was silent and gave a sentence only after half a ring, "little hand tea to the European emperor."

With a little effort on her knuckles, she crushed the card and jumped into front of her eyes with a choice item.

[little angel system kindly reminds you that the host is currently a secondary anchor. After using the card, it will be upgraded to a tertiary anchor, and the number of online people in the live broadcasting room will be expanded to 50000. Are you sure to use the "grade promotion card"? A, yes; b, no]

Yes!