Back Off, Let Me Come

Absurd!

Absurd!

Absurd!

Extreme emotions brewed in her chest, and instantly turned into raging anger and unwillingness. The king grabbed Mei Meng's collar with one hand and rubbed forward until she tripped and fell. The two fell in the mess. She pulled out her pipe with the other hand and put the tip against Mei Meng's neck!

Her heavy breathing sprayed on Mei Meng's face, and her ferocious features were also reflected in her eyes: [Mei Jinghe! If you want integrity, go get it. As a minister, what right do you have to make decisions for me? Are you a minister, or am I your puppet? Yes, you are open-minded, you are noble, you have lofty ambitions, you regard life and death as floating clouds, and you value integrity more than life, but don't use me as your sacrifice! ]

Facing Mei Meng's calm eyes, she looked like a joke, like an unreasonable fool!

This cognition made the fire in her heart burn even more.

The round dagger pierced Mei Meng's neck, leaving a little bright red.

The two of them didn't care about this injury at all.

The king vented the grievances that had accumulated in her heart for these years. If she didn't say it out, she felt that her soul would be suffocated by the huge coercion. The expectations that Mei Meng wishfully imposed on her tore her soul from all directions: [Jinghe, am I your lord, your friend, or a stepping stone for you to practice morality, and a sacrifice for your martyrdom! Have you ever sincerely regarded me as your lord for even a moment? Jinghe, tell me, do you really have such a thing as sincerity? ]

Mei Meng was the one who pulled her out of the quagmire.

She was naturally grateful, and now she felt that the scene back then was like a dream. No one in this world would devote themselves to another person without any reward. There must be a chip behind it that ordinary people cannot afford. Reason told her that Mei Meng had something to ask of her! The price might be so high that she couldn't afford it at all!

But she was desperate at that time and could only agree.

She thought, as a princess who was used as a bargaining chip by her father and brother to win over military generals and became a victim of the struggle between her father and brother and her husband's family, there was nothing on her body that truly belonged to her and was controlled by her.

What could Mei Meng want from her?

If she agreed, her life could continue to move forward.

If she didn't agree to Mei Meng, she didn't know how many times she would be used as a bargaining chip by her father and brother in the future, and there would be more so-called male favorites on her bed.

She made up her mind to agree.

Mei Meng really helped her plan to get out of the quagmire.

At this point, she was actually satisfied, but she didn't dare to say this in front of Mei Meng who could coordinate the overall situation. Before, her life was in the hands of her father and brother; now, her life was decided by Mei Meng. She could stop when she wanted to.

Mei Meng pushed her to a path she had never thought of.

Power was at her fingertips.

From a princess of a fiefdom to a regent assistant, and then to replacing the little puppet, she stood in the position where her father and brother stood in the past. Standing in this position, she could almost achieve any wish except "immortality". The king thought of Mei Meng again and wanted to ask her what she wanted.

Mei Meng's answer was the same as before.

Fame, wealth and honor?

But they were all floating clouds, she just wanted to seek the truth.

The king also knew the conditions for Mei Meng's perfection in the way of a scholar, and he was always worried for a while, but he was still sure that Mei Meng would not hurt him. As time went by, she completely controlled the State of Qi, and the civil and military officials in the court also changed from doubting her at the beginning to being convinced.

With these ministers, Mei Meng was no longer the only one who could not be replaced for the king. On the contrary, Mei Meng had not yet adapted to the change in their identities. Whether she was the princess of the past or the king of the present, the attitude towards her was the same as before...

The king was slightly unhappy.

She was keenly aware that Mei Meng did not put herself in the perspective of a lower person, and did not treat her like a minister serving the master...

The relationship between the two was still there, so this little unhappiness was not worth mentioning.

The crack will not disappear just because the owner does not pay attention to it, it will only become more obvious as time goes by - the king found that he and Mei Meng had more and more differences, and Mei Meng did not value the interests of the king. Many means of change even infringe on her own interests.

She began to doubt -

Is Mei Meng really loyal to her?

But she really did not want to part ways with Mei Meng.

As long as it does not hurt the foundation, she is willing to give up her interests for Mei Meng and take a step back. However, she retreated step by step, and Mei Meng pressed on step by step. This is like the gravel that the water clam swallowed inadvertently. The gravel tortured her soft flesh all the time, bringing her severe pain that could not be ignored, and she could not give up the gravel, so she could only choose to endure.

The patience of the water clam can be exchanged for pearls that please humans.

Her patience only brought Mei Meng to send her to the altar.

[Are you loyal to me? Or are you loyal to your morality? 】

The king asked this question tremblingly.

The answer was already clear in her heart, but she still wanted to hear the real answer from the deity! The masochistic emotions rolled and burned in her chest, making her have a certain impulse - stab and kill Mei Meng!

Mei Meng listened to the man above her venting and questioning with all her might, and waited for the other party to calm down a little before she slowly said: [I thought we should at least be like-minded - you and I have similar experiences, and we have experienced the same pain. We should grow the same fruits, have the same direction, stand at the same height, despise the common enemy, and life and death are nothing but external things. ]

In front of the pain they experienced, death is nothing but a laughing stock.

If death can become a sneer at pain, why not?

When Wang Ji was heartbroken, there was still a Mei Meng who was willing to help her, but what about Mei Meng herself? Mei Jinghe is the famous flower that her brother's family has carefully raised for many years. It is undeniable that her brother loves and indulges her, but this brother-sister relationship also has a big premise - the famous flower must stay in an expensive flowerpot specially prepared for famous flowers.

She couldn't go anywhere except this flowerpot.

Although the fertile soil provided constant nourishment for the flower, Mei Meng still felt that she was going to wither. No matter how she explained to her brother, how she fought for it, and how she expressed her inner pain, in her brother's eyes, it was just her whining and her self-degradation. She was the county magistrate's sister, and she could fight for any man she wanted. It was just her words to treat Lu Jue as a toy, but she had to be tempted by a toy?

Why was she tempted?

The county magistrate's sister was tempted by a male slave?

Where did Mei Meng put her brother's face!

[I was tempted because I am a human being! ]

Brother was furious: [That shouldn't be for a slave! ]

[I was tempted by a slave, so what! ]

Brother asked coldly: [What qualifications do you have? Can Lu Jue let you wear silk and satin, or can he keep your fingers clean? Everything you have now is given to you by me! Just like the flowers you raise, can it live like this? 】

He swept Mei Meng's cherished flowers to the ground with a flick of his sleeve.

The porcelain pot broke and the dirt splashed.

The precious flowers that were bright and dazzling just now fell into the dirt fragments, stained with dirt, with broken leaves and flowers, dying.

Mei Meng felt that she was also dying.

[I am just a flower you raise? ]

The brother sneered: [You should be glad that you and I are brothers from the same mother and have the right to be pampered, instead of being abused outside! ]

From that day on, Mei Meng felt that her soul had left her body, and she could only stand from a third-party perspective and quietly watch her body rot quietly from the inside out. Death was so close to her that Mei Meng could embrace it with just a little stretch of her hand.

Until one day when she woke up-

The thought was instantly clear.

She was a poisonous spider, and only she could poison others!

How could she sit and wait for death when fate played such a trick on her?

She staggered along a dark and bumpy unfamiliar path, with gusts of cold wind and only mockery and sneer from all directions. It seemed that some monster in the darkness stretched out countless hands to her, wanting to pull her down and fall into depravity. How could she not be afraid?

She found a fellow on this road.

The joy at that time almost burst her chest.

Mei Meng carefully pulled her, and the loneliness that followed her like a shadow finally stopped haunting her. Even if she later found that the other party was on a different path from her, it didn't matter, the other party would always understand.

To this day, the other party said: [You are self-indulgent. ]

Mei Meng was dizzy by these four words, and she didn't care even if the sticky and warm blood stained the back of her collar along her neck. This little sting was not as painful as the pain of her heart being crushed back and forth. She said in a dry voice: [You once had the will to die...]

This life has been abandoned once.

[That was the past, and now I don't want to die! 】The king was furious and embarrassed, [Mei Jinghe, do you understand? Why should I be arranged to die by you? I am the ruler of a country, I am the ruler of Qi State. My life is more valuable than yours and everyone here! Why should I die? Even if I lose to Shen Youli and become a prisoner, I can still enjoy wealth and honor, instead of being a dead ghost praised by future generations! 】

How can these false names be worth her life in exchange?

She doesn't want to die, she can't bear to die, she doesn't want to die!

[Why do you treat me as your martyrdom sacrifice? ]

Tears fell on Mei Meng's face and eyelids.

The king, who confessed his dark and timid heart in one breath, choked and almost couldn't hold the round dagger in his hand: [Mei Jinghe, have you ever been loyal to me? I am a puppet in your hands. If you save my life, I have to pay the price of being controlled. You and my father and brother, you and the old master of the Cui family, you and Cui Zhishan... What is the essential difference between you? You made a choice for me regardless of my wishes, and called it good for me. 】

【But you are the king...】

The contradiction is not about life and death, but about identity.

Mei Meng hopes that she can show courage and courage as the king, which is no less than that of male kings, or even higher than most of them. Let the contemporary and future generations know that the king is just a position!

Courage and character are never exclusive to anyone.

As long as you have the ambition to fight for the blue sky, you can always get out of the mud.

It's a pity that the king's idea is different from her.

Seeing Mei Meng's trance but still stubborn, the king sneered: [Yes, I am the king, then Jinghe, do you remember 'If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die'? You have never regarded me as a real king, so what qualifications do you have to expect me to be the king in your heart? Mei Jinghe, I want you to commit suicide now, are you willing? 】

When Qi Cang came, the scene was in a mess.

Mei Meng sat on the ground in a daze, her hair had turned white at some point, as if she had been drained of energy and spirit. She was as dumb as a puppet, blood was flowing from her neck, and her vision was unfocused. There was a familiar round dagger at her feet, but the owner of the dagger was nowhere to be seen.

Qi Cang was not surprised by this.

The person in charge is confused, but the bystander is clear.

He said that Mei Meng was similar to Yan An, and Zheng Qiao had also questioned Yan An whether he was a martyr.

Alas, isn't this a kind of reincarnation?

[You should have worked alone back then! ]

Qi Cang began to speak after the fact.

Working alone can save a lot of trouble.

Mei Meng moved her stiff limbs. She twisted her neck, and the blood that flowed out had dried up and stuck tightly to her skin. The wound on her neck was also healed under Wen Qi's care. She smiled bitterly: [It's difficult. ]

It's still more difficult than going to heaven.

Qi Cang said: [Why did you choose her? ]

Mei Meng said numbly: [The right person appeared at the right time, so it was her, but it was my wishful thinking. ]

[Not everyone wants to die heroically. ]

The King of Qi is in his prime, and he has not yet broken away from the world of mortals.

Mei Meng closed her eyes: [I know. ]

[So, what do you plan to do? ]

[Let her go, she will go her way, and I will go mine. ] Mei Meng staggered to her feet, and after standing still, she looked at Qi Cang again, [You escort her away, and then withdraw to live in seclusion. If you haven't watched the excitement yet, go somewhere else to have fun. ]

Mei Meng didn't plan to leave.

She had already arranged her own ending.

Qi Cang frowned and said unhappily: [You want to drive me away? ]

What level is Mei Meng, and you dare to arrange it for him?

[What, don't you want to have fun? ]

[Humph, aren't you just a fun thing? 】

Mei Meng staggered to steady herself, leaving Qi Cang with a weak back and a sentence: [Whatever you want. 】

Staying here means death.

Not only Mei Meng knew this, but the soldiers also knew it.

The king who was arranged to blend into the ranks of deserters knew it even better.

She looked back and gritted her teeth and looked away.

[Mei Meng, you will regret it! ]

Except for death, there is nothing big in the world.

Sacrificing one's life for the so-called morality is what a fool would do.

The praise of people in later generations is worthless to her! Only when you are alive can you have hope, and when you die, you will have nothing!

[And I will not regret it, I am right! ]

Except for Mei Meng and a few others, no one else knew that the king of Qi State and the leader of the allied forces had disguised themselves as deserters and left the battlefield, and this news could not be made known to others. Once it spreads out, the morale of the army will inevitably be weakened. Mei Meng arranged for his confidant to disguise himself as the king and cover up the news tightly. On the eve of the final battle, Kangguo staged a two-piece set of "Besieged on all sides" and "barbecuing at night".

Mei Meng ordered the scholars to disperse the barrier that blocked the sound.

The familiar hometown tune was faintly transmitted into the camp.

Mei Meng listened for a while and said: [It's a good song, but it's a pity that there is no music to match it. Come, take my purple bamboo flute. ]

In his early years, he was busy with government affairs, and Mei Meng had not played it for a long time.

This flute is well maintained, and the tone is as round and soft as in memory. When the first sound was sounded, the distant and desolate sound spread, and the sound stopped the moving clouds. At some point, the loud and crisp 筚篥joined in.

Shen Tang listened to the music quietly.

[I don't know where the reed pipe is blowing, and all the soldiers are looking back to their hometown all night. ] She looked up at the waning moon above the valley and said, [This is preparing to fight with us tomorrow. Yes, the reinforcements have been waiting for a long time, and the ammunition and food are exhausted. If she doesn't fight again, she will have no chance. ]

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