Chapter 189

This person is not another person. It took Meng engchuan three days and two nights to pull him back from the ghost gate. Sikong Ling's father is very clever and empty handed!

Although the man was poisoned in the body, it is not difficult to see that there is still some beauty between his eyebrows. Now he is as if he was salvaged from a blood pool, and his whole body is infected with blood.

If he died, he would have died, but he was still alive, still convulsing and struggling on the ground. Meng's breath stopped suddenly. When he came back, the whole person had rushed up recklessly, "bastard! How much effort do we have to save a man, you bastard! Die! To die, ah, ah -- "

naturally, he could not get close to Xiao Yunjing. He was stopped by two people before he stepped forward, but he was still almost frantically kicking and scolding. Xiao Yunjing just stepped back a little and looked at the man with his spare time, as if he were watching a good play on the stage.

By what?

Some are born to be royal families, some are born to take charge of life and death, and he, they just want to live.

"Oh, I thought that the miracle doctor had been out of the world for a long time, and he didn't pay attention to all kinds of trivial matters. It's not the case." Xiao Yunjing picked up his eyebrows at leisure, and said lightly, "throw this waste in."

The people on the ground seemed to have been tortured. Suddenly, they used their last strength to climb forward, trying to catch Xiao Yunjing's clothes and robes. The man dodged by mistake. His voice was mute and hard to distinguish, "kill me... You'd better kill me! Kill me... ".

However, Xiao Yunjing would not listen, and his subordinates would not listen. Immediately, the two men came forward and rudely picked up the man from the ground and dragged him along, leaving a sharp bloodstain on the floor tile.

"That's enough." Meng finally squeezed two words out of his teeth.

The two Xuanyi guests immediately turned their eyes to Xiao Yunjing. He had a smile in his mouth. As soon as he raised his hand, Sikong Chen threw it on the ground like a discarded sack.

If you take a closer look, Meng's gills at the moment have been tightly clenched. The original smooth forehead has clear blue veins, and his eyes are like the blade of ice.

"If the miracle doctor had said that he was willing to cooperate, he would not have to suffer from these groundless sufferings." Xiao Yunjing whisked away, "what are you doing? He bathed and dressed for the doctor, changed his dirty clothes, broke his hands and threw him out of the house

Meng takes a deep breath and slowly steps across the blood beach that winds on the ground. The ferocious dark red looks like the mouth of a blood basin. The next moment, he will be able to swallow up the whole body, and then the demon flowers will be opened on the bones. For the first time in many years, he felt such a vivid and profound emotion.

It's hatred.

Back to Xiao Yunjing's study again, just like a wall of hell. The decoration is extravagant and complicated. After the colorful curtain, there is a dark red red table with red phoenix and long sandalwood. The man leans down and fills the furnace with ambergris, which seems to be able to erase the blood of the talent.

"The solitary king wants to ask the doctor about one thing: our Dayan regards Taoism as the national policy and takes the way of inaction. Therefore, the whole country is in a state of decline and its troops are in decline. Since the beginning of Yan Dynasty, the government has been promoting the combination of commercial fields and fields. Although the national strength is gradually growing, the merchants are rich and the enemy country can't eat enough. What's the reason for that? The Sui Gong collected by the court in the border areas is also some gaudy treasures, which can't directly relieve the refugees? "

Meng's heart trembles, the corner of his eyes can't be turned into a dagger, cutting the tea man in front of him. We can see that the refugees, the refugees and the enemy have died in the street.

But who are you asking today? It's Xiao Yunjing! He is a powerful Regent. Even if all the people in the world are dead and dead, as long as the blood doesn't splash on his boa robe, I'm afraid men won't frown.

"How dare the humble grass people talk about national politics?"

"But it doesn't matter."

Meng had to take a deep breath in order to suppress the tremor of his fingers. However, the breath went into the five internal organs and pulled out the burning pain that had just been suffocated in the water. "The grassroots think that since there are many rare treasures in tribute, it is better to send them to the people for auction in the name of the imperial court. Shang Jiahao will be proud of the tribute, and then the money collected will be handed over to the company and set up a porridge shed. It is only proper for honest officials to handle this matter. Even the gentry and landlords in the countryside do not need to compete with refugees for porridge."

The incense burning in the room is very warm, but Meng feels that he can't feel a trace of warmth all over his body.

It was a long time before Xiao Yunjing gave a gentle smile.

However, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and then he immediately asked, "after the victory of the northwest war, meritorious officials have to be rewarded. But what do you think of those meritorious officials

Meng engchuan pursed her lips.

This is a more difficult problem because Xiao Yunjing is also a meritorious official, not only a meritorious official, but also a powerful one.

"The grassroots have a fool's opinion that they should send people to spy on their preferences. If they are willing to get money, they should be granted official titles and titles. If they are willing to ask for officials, they should go down to the silver mansion. Each other was restrained by the additional officials, and the military power was recovered by the silver reward. In this way, the government can be peaceful, and it will not be charged with treating meritorious officials harshly. ""That's all?"

"That's all."

There was a long silence.

Behind the desk, there was a quiet and voiced touch, followed by Xiao Yunjing's voice, "it seems that the investigation of the solitary king is really right. As the second childe of Yan family, it is said that you were intelligent and gifted since you were young. If you were taught by Hongru, you would become a talent to help the world in time. The first king would not believe it, but now you do."

Meng forgets the stream on the surface not to rise, but in the heart sneers.

The talent of helping the world. Talent is great. It is a pity that he is just a son born of a "vicious woman". All the praise and praise are fatal to him.

The husband is innocent, but he is guilty.

"The grassroots do not remember such words, and ask themselves that this life is nothing but mediocrity when a mountain doctor."

Xiao Yunjing smiles, "don't you ask what the terms are for the king?"

Meng's expression is light, "in the Qingque Taoist temple, the grassroots already know what the fate of Yan's second Shao is now, and they are not willing to repeat the same mistake."

Xiao Yunjing's face flashed a trace of ferocity on his face. His hands were hard, and the cloisonne tea cup was even clenched with ice like lines.

"Master!" There was a sudden knock on the door, and a man came in quickly, and whispered a few words in Xiao Yunjing's ear. The man's face suddenly changed, and his whole body was suddenly filled with a sense of killing. "What do those people who take care of the saint do? Who said that to her? "

The man felt the pressure of Xiao Yunjing's body, but he hung his head. "My subordinates don't know, but the holy daughter suddenly asked her elder brother's words. I'm afraid she remembered what... If she knew that she was actually...

" impossible. " Xiao Yunjing suddenly rose and led the candle to flicker for a while. In the process of extinction, the man's eyes were like a cold pool. "That wild seed was not fit to be in the royal family, let alone disturb the plan of the lonely King... Where is the saint now?"

"Return to the master, in the Xiaoqin studio."

Xiao Yunjing's face was heavy and brewing the coming rain, which was quite different from the appearance of the first person who had everything in his hand. He just told the two people to take good care of Meng forgetchuan and left.

Meng also didn't know whether he should be glad that he was not too important, or he should thank himself for saving his life from the ghost gate. Looking around, there were only two people staring at him. In fact, even if he was just a martial arts man in the family, I'm afraid he was not the enemy.

But that doesn't mean waiting for death. Xiao Yunjing's absence is the best chance to escape.

He looked at the tea cup on the table, and there was a pulse of tea in it. The water was sparkling, reflecting his pale face.

His hand has been beating the tea cup, slowly brewing, suddenly raised his eyes to one of them, "brother, my tea is cold, please change a new one."

One of them took a look at him and seemed to be hesitating whether to follow suit. After all, judging from the current situation, he is a prisoner. How can he have the heart to taste tea? However, the Lord attached great importance to this man. If he would really surrender in the future, it would not be easy to hold them?

"You wait." One of them said to Meng forgetting Chuan, and whispered to his partner, "watch him, I will go back."

In fact, this advice is superfluous, because Meng engchuan is sitting in the same place, and the whole person is not happy or angry. It seems that he is totally submissive. The man is worthy of Xiao Yunjing's trusted apprentice. He is quick in action. He changed a whole set of new ones within a cup of tea. "Please use it."

Meng nianchuan nodded with a smile, as if he were different from the ferocious anger of Xiao Yunjing, "thank you very much."

He raised the cup and sipped, as if thinking about something. Suddenly he asked, "what kind of tea is this?"

One of them raised his eyebrows with impatience, "you are making fun of our servants, aren't you? Of course -- "

his voice just fell, and Meng engchuan suddenly burst out a mouthful of thick black blood and fell down straight down!