Mythology Starts with Childish Skills
Chapter 257 Graffiti (please subscribe)
In fact, it's not just the little Marquis, who would have thought of it.
How could an uncle from a large northern state be able to kill the emperor's close associates?
This doesn't make sense.
Unlike modern times where the legal system is perfect, Dayongke has never paid attention to whether princes break the law and the common people are equally guilty. The privileged class has always existed.
In the following time, the two of them did not talk about these things in too much depth. They did not talk about the dangers and it was not interesting. Instead, they talked about Jizhou's customs, geographical attractions, etc.
Although Meng Zhao belongs to the theoretical school and has read many books but has little knowledge, what he said was of great help to the young Marquis.
It is not an easy thing to leave the hometown where you were born and raised to live and work hard in another unfamiliar area.
The hardships and dangers involved are not humane.
Time passed quickly, and by the time Meng Zhao was about to leave, the sky had completely darkened.
In the night sky, a bright moon hung high in the sky, looking cold and lonely.
"Little Marquis, I hope you can make great achievements in the army, and if you have the opportunity in the future, you may be able to fight side by side."
With the last blessing, Meng Zhao bowed his hands in a graceful manner, then waved his sleeves, turned around and left with Lu Le and Lu Zhong without any delay.
When the backs of the three people gradually disappeared into the night, Zhou Sheng looked at the young Marquis beside him who was staring into the dark night, and said,
"Little Marquis, although Mr. Meng seems to be forthright, he seems to be hiding something.
I noticed that his energy and blood were not exposed, but they were clearly strong and strong, showing no sign of weakness. His injuries had completely recovered. "
The young Marquis was stunned for a moment, and a bright light flashed in his eyes, obviously he did not expect this.
Zhou Sheng was born with martial arts, and had practiced blood energy as strong as a furnace. He was extremely sensitive to human body energy and blood. What he said must be right.
But Meng Zhao just acted like he was sick no matter what, was he acting?
Then he smiled and said with some sympathy and emotion,
"He was acting for people to watch, and not for us to watch, and he couldn't help himself.
Don't forget, after all, Meng Xiaosi is not the heir of the head of the Meng family, and he only came back after being away from home for ten years. He is already well established, so he must be cautious in his actions.
He acted like this because Meng Xi was injured and he was afraid that the head of the Meng family would anger him.
Don't worry, I know it well. Although Meng Xiaosi also has small thoughts, he still comes to see me under the pressure of others.
We must accept this sentiment.
He hoped that everything would go well when he arrived at Nansanying. "
On the way back, the three of them were not so anxious. Lu Le walked in front with a lantern to light up the way forward.
Lu Zhong followed Meng Zhao, his breath heavy and his steps erratic, like a ghost. If he didn't pay attention, he would even ignore the old man.
The surrounding environment is pretty good, 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 wine shop, there were still a few customers drinking and eating inside. The sound was loud and seemed a bit noisy. At the same time, the aroma of wine wafted up, which made it even more eye-catching.
Meng Zhao glanced around and saw a long flag erected in front of the wine shop, and a signboard. At the bottom of the signboard, some unlucky child had scribbled on it. He used charcoal to draw a very abstract flower, which was messy and messy. The monster looked very eye-catching under the double illumination of the restaurant's lights and the lantern in Lu Le's hand.
Meng Zhao suddenly stopped, his eyes staring intently at the mark that looked like a child's graffiti, as cold as ice.
The calm and gentle smile disappeared without a trace, and the handsome face was clouded and frighteningly cold.
His body was straight, like a long sword, straight and sharp, but it was trembling faintly at this moment.
The hands hanging on both sides, covered by long sleeves, were clenched into fists. Because of too much force, the sharp nails dug into the flesh, and blood flowed out, but it did not hurt.
He stood there in shock 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 intention that can still be felt even if you try your best to suppress it, are rare.
Lu Le recalled that even during the Minghualou murder case, Meng Zhao never behaved like this.
"Master, what happened? Is it an injury involving you?"
Lu Le took a step forward, stretched out the lantern he was carrying, and looked forward, but found nothing.
The child's graffiti caught his eye, 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. Therefore, he thought that Meng Zhao might be feeling uncomfortable because of the internal injuries he had suffered before.
After all, Lu Zhong was older and had rich experience. He had already figured out that Meng Zhao's behavior was not due to physical illness, but because his mind was stimulated by something or something.
Meng Zhao slowly released his clenched fists, pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his cuffs with an expressionless face, lowered his head and slowly wiped the blood on his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
This action was not hidden from Lu Zhong and Lu Le, and the two father and son were even more surprised. What on earth could have made their young master so shocked, shocked, and even nervous?
Lu Zhong was not as curious as Lu Le, but without saying a word, he took out the golden sore medicine he carried with him from his arms, stepped forward to apply the medicine to Meng Zhao, then tore off a section of his cuff and bandaged the wound with the medicine.
Meng Zhao still lowered his head and said nothing. It was not until Lu Zhong had taken care of the wound on his hand that he raised his head, showing a chilling smile and said,
"It's nothing serious, I just remembered that I forgot to tell the young Marquis about something just now.
But it doesn’t matter. It won’t be too late to visit Jizhou City when I have the opportunity in the future. Let’s go first. "
With that said, he took the initiative to take the lantern from Lu Le's hand and walked at the front.
Lu Le was even more suspicious.
Apart from the mysterious man, he is the person who has the most contact with Meng Zhao and the person who understands Meng Zhao best. This is obviously an excuse and an excuse.
Just when he was about to step forward to ask so that he could help the young master solve his problem, someone directly held his shoulder and prevented him from moving.
Even the inner strength in the body is blocked by a stream of true energy, making it difficult to open the mouth orifices and find it difficult to speak.
Looking back, it turned out to be Lu Zhong.
Facing Lu Le's question, Lu Zhong shook his head, moved his lips, and said through the voice,
"Young Master doesn't want to tell you. Don't be curious or explore. Just treat everything as normal and do your duty."
Lu Le was trained by Lu Zhong from a young age. Before, he was just too worried about Meng Zhao, so he lost his sense of proportion. Now that Lu Zhong reminded him, he immediately understood that he had almost committed a big taboo.
He can only know what his master lets him know. If he insists on exploring what his master doesn't want to say, it will definitely damage the harmony and tacit understanding between the two.
His face was pale, and he looked at Lu Zhong fearfully, signaling that he understood.
Only then did Lu Zhong retract his withered and thin palms and catch up with Meng Zhao.
However, what made the two of them curious was that Meng Zhao was getting more and more worried as he walked around.
Meng Zhao stopped again on the street not far from the front of Meng's mansion.
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