Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 257 Graffiti (for Subscription)

In fact, it's not just the young master, who would have thought of it.

How can an uncle from the Great Northland State get rid of the close ministers around the Emperor?
This is not common sense.

Different from modern times with a perfect legal system, Dayongke has never paid attention to the fact that princes break the law and common people are guilty of the same crime, and the privileged class has always existed.

In the following time, the two of them didn't talk too much about these things, not to mention the dangers, and it was not interesting. Instead, they talked about Jizhou's customs, geographical attractions and so on.

Although Meng Zhao belongs to the theoretical school, he has read a lot of books and has little knowledge, but what he said is also very helpful to the young master.

It is not an easy task to leave the hometown where one was born and live and work hard in another strange area.

It is difficult and dangerous, and it is not humane.

Time passed in a hurry, and when Meng Zhao was about to leave, the sky was completely dark.

In the night sky, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, looking cold and lonely.

"Little Marquis, I hope you can make great achievements in the army, and if you have a chance in the future, you may be able to fight side by side."

Following the last sentence of wishes, Meng Zhao bowed his hands in a graceful salute, then waved his big sleeves, led Lu Le and Lu Zhong and turned to leave without delay.

When the backs of the three gradually disappeared into the night, Zhou Sheng looked at the young master who was staring at the dark night beside him, and said,

"Young Lord, although this Mr. Meng seems to be forthright, he seems to be hiding something.

I noticed that his qi and blood are contained but not exposed, but they are clearly strong and strong, there is no sign of weakness, and his injuries have completely healed. "

The young master was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed brightly, obviously he didn't think of this.

Zhou Sheng was congenital in martial arts, and he practiced blood like a furnace. He is extremely sensitive to the blood of the human body. What he said should be right.

But Meng Zhao's performance just now, no matter how you look at it, he looks sick. Is this acting?
Then he smiled, with some sympathy and emotion,
"He is acting for others to watch, and not for us to watch, and he can't help himself.

Don't forget, Meng Xiaosi is not the heir of the head of the Meng family after all, and he only came back after ten years away from home, so it is not uncommon to be able to gain a firm foothold, so he must act cautiously.

This behavior was obviously also because Meng Xi was injured, and he was afraid that the head of the Meng family would anger him.

Don't worry, I know in my heart, although Meng Xiaosi also has small thoughts, but in the end he came to see me under the pressure of others.

We must accept this love.

I hope that as he wishes, everything will go well when he arrives at the South Third Camp. "

On the way back, the three of them were not so eager. Lu Le walked ahead with a lantern to illuminate the way ahead.

Lu Zhong followed Meng Zhao, his breath heavy and his footwork erratic, like a ghost. If he didn't pay attention, he might even ignore the old man.

The surrounding environment is not bad, because it is the most prosperous area in the inner city. Although there are few pedestrians on the street and most of the businesses on both sides are closed, it is still somewhat popular.

When passing by a restaurant, there were still a few sporadic customers drinking and eating. The noise was not low, and it seemed a little noisy. At the same time, there was a burst of wine fragrance, which was even more eye-catching.

Meng Zhao glanced, and there was a long flag standing in front of the restaurant, and a signboard hanging vertically. At the bottom of the signboard, some unlucky kid randomly scribbled a very abstract flower with a charcoal pencil. Under the double light of the bright lights of the restaurant and the lantern in Lu Le's hand, the monster is very eye-catching.

Meng Zhao stopped suddenly, his eyes fixed on the mark that looked like a child's graffiti, and it was as cold as ice.

The original quiet and gentle smile disappeared without a trace, and the face of Qingjun was clouded and frighteningly cold.

His body was straight, like a long sword, tall and straight with a sharp edge, but at this moment he was faintly trembling.

Hanging on the sides, the hands covered by the long sleeves were clenched into fists. Because of too much force, the sharp nails dug into the flesh, and a little bit of blood flowed out without feeling pain.

He stood there in a daze for more than ten seconds.

Lu Le and Lu Zhong looked at each other, wondering why their young master suddenly froze, and his breath was extremely unstable.

That kind of shock, that kind of anger, that kind of murderous intent that can be felt even if you try your best to suppress it, are all rare.

Lu Le recalled that even during the Minghualou massacre, Meng Zhao never behaved like this.

"Master, what happened? Is it related to your injury?"

Lu Le took a step forward, stretched out the lantern he was carrying, and looked forward, but found nothing.

The child's graffiti was in his eyes, and he didn't think there was anything wrong. There were too many such signs in the streets and alleys, so it was not unusual, so he felt that Meng Zhao might be involved in the internal injuries he suffered before, and felt uncomfortable.

After all, Lu Zhong is old and has rich experience. He has seen that Meng Zhao's behavior is not because of physical illness, but because his mind is stimulated by something or something.

Meng Zhao slowly loosened his clenched fists, pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his cuff expressionlessly, lowered his head and slowly wiped the blood on his hands, not knowing what to think.

This action was not hidden from Lu Zhong and Lu Le, and the two father and son were even more surprised. What made their young master so shocked, shaken, and even nervous?

Lu Zhong was not as curious as Lu Le, but without saying a word, he took out the golden sore medicine from his pocket, stepped forward to apply the medicine to Meng Zhao, then tore off a section of the cuff, and bandaged the wound with the medicine.

Meng Zhao still kept his head down and didn't speak until Lu Zhong healed the wound on his hand before raising his head, showing a chilling smile, and said,
"It's nothing serious, but I just remembered that I forgot to tell Young Master about something just now.

But it doesn't matter, it's not too late when we have the opportunity to visit Jizhou City in the future, let's go first. "

As he said that, he took the initiative to take the lantern from Lu Le's hand and walked in the front.

Lu Le was even more suspicious.

Apart from the mysterious person, he was the person who had the most contact with Meng Zhao and also the person who knew Meng Zhao best. This was obviously an excuse.

Just as she was about to go forward to ask, so as to solve the young master's problems, someone directly pressed her shoulder and could not move.

Even the internal force in the body is sealed by a wave of true energy, it is difficult to open the mouth, and it is difficult to speak.

Looking back, it was Lu Zhong as expected.

Facing Lu Le's question, Lu Zhong shook his head, moved his lips, and said via voice transmission,

"What the young master doesn't want to tell you, don't be curious or explore, just treat it as usual and do your part."

Lu Le was trained by Lu Zhong since he was a child. Before that, he was only out of control because he was too worried about Meng Zhao. Now that Lu Zhong called him a little bit, he immediately realized that he had almost committed a big taboo.

Only when the master let him know, he can know. If the master is unwilling to say, if he insists on exploring, it will definitely hurt the harmony and tacit understanding between the two.

His face was pale, and he turned to Lu Zhong in fear, signaling that he understood.

Only then did Lu Zhong withdraw his withered and thin palm and catch up to Meng Zhao.

However, what made them curious was that Meng Zhao stopped and stopped all the way, and his mind became more and more serious.

Until the street not far from the Meng Mansion, Meng Zhao stopped again.

(End of this chapter)