Volume 2: The Remnants of Time, Chapter 265: Patriarch Meng’s ingenious plan

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"It seems that our officials in the Great Xia court are doing things fairly..."

On the way back to his residence, Meng Ziliang, who had been worried about Chu Qingxiao for a long time, sighed at that time.

But when he said this, Song Qingqing rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Idiot."

Meng Ziliang retorted: "What does Miss Song mean by this? I think that Qiao Siming and General Zhong from Prince Wu's Mansion are indeed doing things fairly. If they hadn't helped Brother Chu, there's no telling what kind of trouble Brother Chu would have suffered today." ?!”

Song Qingqing said disdainfully: "Those guys are just profit-seeking people. You think they are helping brother Qingxiao, but in fact they are just using us."

"If you accept their benefits, you have to be their pawn. It is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. You don't even know when you will be sold by them."

"Only guys like you think they are good people!"

Meng Ziliang was speechless by Song Qingqing.

"I heard someone say that those who have a beautiful heart will see the charming green mountains and listen to the flowing wine."

“What is in the heart is what is seen.”

"Meng Lang has a simple mind, so he naturally uses himself to save others, thinking that everyone in the world is like him, clean and clear." But at this moment, a soft voice suddenly came from the side.

Song Qingqing and others heard the sound and looked around, only to see a beautiful girl in a white skirt walking in front of them at some point.

But it was Miss Sijun whom I hadn’t seen for many days.

Sijun saluted Chu Qingxiao and said, "Master Chu, congratulations on redressing your injustice and regaining your identity."

Chu Qingxiao hurriedly returned the gift and said at the same time: "Qingqing is straightforward and has no other intentions. I hope Miss Sijun won't mind it."

Sijun covered his mouth and chuckled, and at the same time glanced sideways at Song Qingqing.

The look on Song Qingqing's face was slightly embarrassed and somewhat guilty.

It felt like beating someone's child and being bumped into by someone else's father.

"Meng Lang mentioned that he and you are life-and-death friends. Such jokes are normal. I just glanced at them casually. I hope Miss Song won't mind." Sijun said with a smile.

Chu Qingxiao was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but look at Sijun.

This woman looks weak and weak, but she is very protective of Meng Ziliang, and her temper is much stronger than her weak appearance. These words are clearly telling Song Qingqing, I don't mind if you scolded Meng Ziliang.

But I mocked you, so don’t take it to heart.

Otherwise, you are just a chicken.

Song Qingqing was always smart, so he naturally heard the implication of her words.

She frowned slightly, but after all, it was her fault, so she didn't say anything more.

"By the way, Miss Sijun came to see Brother Meng for something?" Chu Qingxiao also sensed Song Qingqing's dissatisfaction, and quickly changed the subject and asked Sijun.

Sijun said: "In the past few days, Meng Lang has been busy helping Mr. Chu around, but he has not come to my house to teach me the way of swordsmanship. My hands are unfamiliar, but I dare not disturb him."

"Now that things are going on here, I came here to ask Meng Lang if he has time today to go to his house and teach me the way of swordsmanship."

After saying this, Sijun raised his head, looked past Chu Qingxiao, and looked at Meng Ziliang expectantly.

The slight resentment in his eyes was completely different from the sharp teeth just now.

"Running around for Mr. Chu?" After hearing this, everyone turned their heads and looked at Meng Ziliang with strange eyes.

These days, due to the seven-hall joint trial, everyone is indeed working extremely hard. Song Qingqing and Chu Zhaozhao are practicing hard, and Xue Sanniang and Liaoyuan are looking up the classics for Chu Qingxiao all night long.

But none of these include Meng Ziliang.

Young Master Meng has been having fun these days, drinking and listening to music. He is very happy. He leaves early and comes back late every day. He seems to be working harder than Chu Qingxiao and others.

I guess what Sijun said about running around for Chu Qingxiao was probably just a lie used by Meng Ziliang to deceive her.

Feeling everyone's suspicious eyes, Meng Ziliang scratched his head in embarrassment. He coughed twice and said: "There is still time..."

"That's great! I have prepared the carriage and horses, please ask Meng Lang to get in the carriage!" Sijun said, and a carriage was driven to the front behind him.

Then several people dragged Meng Ziliang into the car without giving him a chance to speak again.

Chu Qingxiao and others stared dumbfounded at this scene of almost raping a civilian man. They were a little dazed for a while. It was not until Sijun got on the carriage and waved goodbye to everyone with a smile. Everyone looked at the carriage going away and turned back for a while. God comes.

"Is this guy so charming?"

"It's Zheng Lingyin again, Nangong Yunfu again, and now there's Sijun, why are they all trying to have something to do with him?" Song Qingqing looked at the carriage going away and murmured, she is indeed No matter how hard I try, I can't figure out what on earth these people are doing in Tumengziliang.

"Although Mr. Meng is a carefree man, his heart is as clear as a mirror, and he also has a lot of merits. Qingqing, please don't always feel sorry for him." Xue Sanniang walked up at this time and said with a smile.

"I'm not having a hard time with him."

"I'm just not convinced!" Song Qingqing said, and walked to Chu Qingxiao's side, hugged Chu Qingxiao's hand behind her, and leaned on her shoulder.

"My brother Qingxiao is worse than him in every way. Those women are blind!"

Chu Qingxiao looked at the angry girl helplessly and said, "Qingqing, there is no need for us to compare in everything, right?"

As she spoke, she tried to take out her arm that was wrapped softly on Song Qingqing's chest, but Song Qingqing didn't know whether he did it on purpose or out of anger, so he pulled Chu Qingxiao's hand back and hugged her tightly.

"Why not compete! Brother Qingxiao, you are just better than him!" Song Qingqing pouted and muttered dissatisfied.

Song Qingqing is very mature on weekdays, and his views on many things are particularly clear.

Only when he was around Chu Qingxiao would he behave in such a childish way.

Chu Qingxiao thought that in these years, she had been wandering outside and had rarely had the opportunity to be so coquettish and willful, so she almost never stopped her.

It's just that Song Qingqing is now eighteen years old, not only beautiful in appearance, but also very proud of her figure. Being pressed against her like this, Chu Qingxiao inevitably feels a little uncomfortable, and feels strange in his heart.

If she had acted like this in the past, Chu Zhaozhao would have jumped out first without waiting for Chu Qingxiao to say anything, and angrily asked her to let go of her hands. But at this moment, Chu Zhaozhao lowered his head and stood at the back of the team. , looked solemn, not knowing what he was thinking, and had no reaction to Song Qingqing's actions.

Xue Sanniang didn't notice anything strange about Chu Zhaozhao. She just looked at the childish Song Qingqing with a smile and said, "Isn't this a good thing? Rui Xiaozhu almost made you demolish the house that day. How many more times would this have happened?" Can you handle it?"

Song Qingqing, who was still angry, was stunned when he heard this, but he also thought of the previous scene where Rui Xiaozhu "occupied" Chu Qingxiao.

"Indeed, it makes sense. If the world were full of such ignorant women, it wouldn't be bad!" Song Qingqing muttered, and the dissatisfaction just now dissipated a lot.

"You don't want to think about whether you are the one who doesn't know the goods..." When Chu Qingxiao saw this, he couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart, but with this thought, he felt something was wrong - these words seemed to be scolding himself...

Chu Qingxiao simply closed his mouth.

Song Qingqing was in a much better mood, and was no longer obsessed with letting Chu Qingxiao compete with Meng Ziliang.

Instead, she looked at Meng Jin aside, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Sister Meng, your brother was kidnapped like this, and you didn't stop him?"

"Isn't he the Nangong family's bridal son-in-law? If he doesn't know anything about other women outside, aren't you afraid that the Nangong family will accuse him of not being a husband?"

Meng Jin blinked and said, "Isn't she Nangong Yunfu?"

As soon as this statement came out.

"What?" Everyone looked horrified, and the expressions on their faces became weird.

Meng Jin looked at the people around him with a strange expression, confused: "Didn't I tell you?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Song Qingqing also came to his senses: "So that idiot never knew that Sijun was Nangong Yunfu, and thought that the other party was his God-given match?"

"No wonder you never mentioned that you wanted him to go back and marry Nangong Yunfu since Sijun appeared!"

Meng Jin shrugged his shoulders and said: "After all, the betrothal gift has been spent. If I regret the marriage, I will have to pay for all my future dowry... My parents are still relying on that money to support themselves in old age..."

"So when my father heard that Meng Ziliang was obsessed with staying in Tianxuan Mountain and was planning to regret his marriage, he gave Nangong Yunfu this idea. Don't tell me, it's really effective."

"Your Meng family really has a simple family tradition..." Song Qingqing sighed, inexplicably feeling sympathy for Meng Ziliang in his heart.

Chu Qingxiao was also confused after hearing this. He had seen someone cheating on his father, but he had never seen anyone cheating on his son like this.

"Excuse me...is this Chu Qingxiao...Mr. Chu?" Just as Chu Qingxiao was thinking about this, a voice suddenly came from behind.