The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1030 Chapter 1030: Everyone's Abacus (6)

Suddenly, Zhu Qingning figured out the key point. This is a naked, ‘/ bare masculine conspiracy.

Knowing that there was a pit in front of him, Liu Ye had to jump in.

Nie Yidao said, "Liu Yi won the whole territory of Northern Xinjiang. I thought it would take two years and three years. I didn't expect to defeat North Xinjiang just in November. I saw a lot of news for my husband. ——I have to admit that this willow is definitely a confidant of the protagonist, and it can be relieved as soon as possible. If you do nothing, let her stabilize the northern Xinjiang and train a large number of cavalry, I am afraid that she can sweep Dongqing— "

Zhu Qingning dumbly, when he heard the word Liu Yan, the bright flower festival of the spring flower emerged in his mind. The boy in the commoner's clothing hides the branches strewn with flowers and looks lazy and careless—to this day The bleak scene is still alive as before.

Nie Ye didn't know what Zhu Qingning thought, and he sighed, "It's unwise to count Liu Ye, because the position of Liu Ye's forces is too delicate. Even if the protagonist doesn't provoke her, she won't let go of the protagonist. Although a man is a woman, her ambition is not just as simple as a state or a county. If she wants to continue to expand her power, she will inevitably avoid the protagonist. Sooner or later, there will be a battle between the two-- "

Jiang Yanji has won the entire territory of northern Xinjiang, plus two states and one county in Dongqing, the territory is comparable to one country.

The protagonist Huang Song has only one place in Haozhou, and is not Jiang Yanji's opponent in any way.

Therefore, Nie Yan must plan for Huang Song and try to close the gap between the two as much as possible.

There was a shimmer of calculation in his eyes.

Nie Xun offered suggestions to Huang Song. The original intention was to annex Luzhou, and to plot half of Cangzhou, and the other half to Jiang Yanji.

If the two states can be stabilized plus half a Cangzhou, Huang Song and Liu Ye will not have a lower capital.

but--

Nie Yan looked down at his wife who was breathing gradually, and her lips smirked.

He did not recognize Meng Zhan's life, but Meng Zhan owed him, but he would have to get it back anyway.

How about using the entire Cangzhou for compensation?

Nie Yan hugged Zhu Qingning horizontally and hugged him back to his bed. Thunder and thunderstorms arose outside, and lightning flashed and thundered.

Compared with Nie Yun's sweet and happy wife, his compatriot Meng Heng was not so lucky.

Meng Heng was wearing a gray Confucian shirt, with mottled whip scars on the cuffs and back of his coat, blood flowing from the fleshy flesh, and thunderstorms rushed the blood from his wound to the ground. Even though he was so embarrassed, he still tried to climb to stand Meng Zhan under the corridor.

"Father, son please don't make mistakes again and again-"

Meng Zhan held a long whip in his hand, and his barb was slightly barbed, with some blood beads hanging on the barb.

This whip is used to teach the non-Xiaomeng children. According to the clan rules, only the tribe who made big mistakes will be whipped by this whip.

"Get off—when do I have such an unfilial son?"

Meng Zhan sneered right. After a few years, he became more old-fashioned, and his eyes were filled with the cold light of Yin.

Meng Heng knelt down in the torrential rain, and Yuguan didn't know where he went, his long hair wet by the rain was embarrassingly against his cheek and back.

"Even if your younger brother-in-law died, Meng's turn will not be your succession-I'm not dead yet!"

Meng Zhan was so anxious that Meng Hengyou returned from studying for several years and went against him everywhere. From the Battle of Lushui at that time to the later cooperation with Beijiang, this son really deserves to be left behind by Gu Yan! Every time he saw him, Meng Zhan had a kind of disgust in the throat.

Meng Heng's lips were broken, and the cold rain dampened the wound, which made him stubborn, but he still stubbornly said, "How many sorceresses the ancestor Meng slaughtered in the year, how can his father be a descendant of Meng Gong? To violate foreign ancestors and help foreigners? Now that Liu Ye has broken the northern border, he will have to turn around and liquidate this matter—Father, let it go. Do n’t let the Cangzhou people suffer. ”

Because of Meng Zhan's tossing, Cangzhou people have had a hard time in the past ten years.

However, Meng Heng, who is the prince of the Meng family, was powerless and could do nothing, not to protect the people of Cangzhou.

If Meng Zhan still walks alone and is prepared to do his best to fight Liu Ye and Huang Song with Cangzhou, it is only the people who suffer.

After listening to Meng Heng's words, Meng Zhan smiled angrily, and threw the whip out of his hand, directly to Meng Heng's face.

When the whip shadow passed, a scary blood stain appeared on Meng Heng's face, and the left eyelid was scratched, and blood blew half of his face.

"Come here-drag this unfilial son down, let him kneel well in the ancestral shrine, and reflect!"

If it was not for the family elders to dissuade him, Meng Zhan really wanted to kill him and kill Meng Heng directly.

Suffocated with anger, Meng Zhan smashed everything in the study.

The flickering candlelight reflected on his face, and Meng Zhan raised a smirk, like a Rakshasa ghost.

"Yu Yan-Liu Yan-"

This father and daughter hurt him so much, how could he swallow the bad breath!

He was whipped by his father, caught heavy rain, and still knelt in the ancestral hall in wet clothes all night, even if it was iron. Unsurprisingly, Meng Heng had a high fever that night, his body was hot, his consciousness was blurred, and he was walking on the edge of life and death.

He woke up after three days.

Opening his eyes, he noticed that his left eye was covered by something, and the thick layer made his eyes uncomfortable.

"Lang Jun? Lang Jun wakes up—"

Meng Heng's wife stayed for three days and three nights. She almost burst into tears when she saw him wake up.

"I—" Meng Heng's throat was dry, and then he said a word. He felt that a small knife was cutting his throat. "Water--"

The wife brought him water and helped him swallow it.

"Eye?" Meng Heng raised his hand weakly and caressed his left eye. He only touched the thick white cloth.

"The eyes are okay. Fortunately, only the eyelids were hurt this time. Lang Zhong said that if the blade is shaved a bit deeper, your eyeballs will probably be scrapped." Meng Heng's wife sighed and cleaned up the tableware, Meng Heng Sitting idly on the collapse, his right eye was apathetic.

After a while, his wife brought him a bowl of slightly porridge.

Meng Heng's eyes glanced over her wrist, and the original double-stranded gold bead twisted wire bracelet was gone.

"Where's your bracelet?"

His wife saw that he was recovering from a serious illness and was so careful that his anger was gone.

"Become a puppet."

"Done?"

"If it's improper, where's the money to buy medicine for you, doctor?" The wife sighed, fed him porridge, and said in her mouth, "Since you broke the picture, you're almost blind, the Meng clan hasn't even personally come, directly Throw you home and die on your own. "

Meng Heng shook his hands, and the exposed right eye flashed with gleam, and the water vapor diffused.

A long while, he said, "Follow me, I'm suffering you."

The wife said, "Family, what two things to say-drink it-you still don't go to your father in the future to fight."

Meng Heng drank his clear porridge and glanced over his wife's raised belly.

Speaking of which, the wife is also pregnant in May, and the children in the belly are in need of nutrition, but they are not furious and let them suffer.

The wife took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry.

She bowed her head, and Meng Heng's bland voice sounded from her head.

"Recruitment-how much silver is there at home?"

His wife whispered, "There are only thirty two left."

"Thirty-two?" Meng Heng murmured. "It's enough to barely--"

"what are you doing?"

Meng Hengdao, "I will take you away-he does not recognize my son, but I cannot help but be responsible for you and the children."

→ _ → Two sons teamed up to beat their father or something, a great batch

(End of this chapter)