Jiankang, Inner City, Meng Mansion.
A medium-sized mansion was already deserted. The mansion, which usually housed hundreds of servants and slaves, was now empty. Meng Chang's body was lying in the coffin, and a man about forty years old was lying in the coffin.
A middle-aged woman with plain clothes and tears on her face is sitting at the top of the left corner. It is Meng Chang's wife Zhou, while Meng Huaiyu is dressed in filial piety, kneeling on the right side, constantly moving towards the brazier in front of her.
There was paper money in it, and in the entire mourning hall, there were only a dozen or so relatives of Meng's family crying and paying homage, but there was not a single visitor.
A maid supporting Zhou's family said angrily: "On weekdays, when the head of the house is here, the people who come to the door every day can step on the door. But now, the head of the house is gone, and no one comes to the door. These people's
The hypocrisy is really too much!"
Zhou sighed softly: "Ling'er, don't say that. After all, the head of the house committed suicide because he had a disagreement with Marshal Liu. This is tantamount to offending Marshal Liu. At this time, even if we have a good relationship with him at ordinary times,
Colleagues don’t dare to come to the door, which is the same as not giving Liu Dashuai face.”
Having said this, Mrs. Zhou looked at Meng Huaiyu and said calmly: "Huaiyu, you have been here for most of the day. You still have military affairs to attend to. Go back quickly. I will send your uncle off here."
Tears were flowing on Meng Huaiyu's face, and he shook his head firmly: "No, I will not leave. When I was a child, I followed my uncle to flee from the north to Dajin. Without my uncle, I would not have left.
I have been dead for a long time. Over the years, my uncle has always taken care of me, promoted me, and promoted me from a small soldier to a general. If it weren’t for my uncle and Brother Jinu, how could I, Meng Huaiyu, be where I am today? I can’t say anything today.
I will keep vigil for my uncle, even if the demon thief attacks now, I will not leave!"
Ling'er bit her lips and said in a deep voice: "Second Young Master, don't be like this. Our Meng family is a loyal family. The head of the family and the eldest young master all died for the country. But after the head of the family died, such a situation turned out to be like this.
Dajin, is it worth working for such a Marshal Liu?"
Zhou's expression changed, she looked at Ling'er and said in a deep voice: "Ling'er, how can you say such nonsense? Why don't you shut your mouth?!"
Ling'er cried: "No, madam, if I don't shut up, I will say that the head of the family is obviously..."
Zhou stood up angrily, raised her hand, and was about to slap Ling'er on the face with a rounded hand. She said angrily: "The master's body is not cold yet, you just chew your tongue here, and you don't know the importance of it until I beat you to death."
of…………"
Liu Yu's voice sounded outside the door: "Brothers and sisters, calm down, this is none of Ling'er's business."
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. They looked at the door and saw an old butler following the dragon. He was wearing a general's robe and a large armor, but he was wearing a white robe, with hemp ropes tied around his body, and a black gauze on his head.
Behind Liu Yu, he walked hurriedly. As he walked, he said: "Shuai Liu, please slow down, slow down."
Meng Huaiyu's normally solemn expression also changed slightly. Just as he was about to stand up and salute, Liu Yu had already walked to the door, waved his hand, and motioned for Meng Huaiyu to continue kneeling: "Huaiyu, there is no need to get up, this is your uncle's mourning hall, isn't it?
In the military camp, there are no superiors or subordinates here, only one comrade and comrade who came to say goodbye to his old friend."
When he said this, tears were already flowing from his eyes, and his voice was trembling slightly. No one could have expected that this invincible, war-god-like pillar of the Jin Dynasty would be in front of Meng Chang's coffin like this.
shed tears.
While crying, Liu Yu saluted Mr. Zhou: "Brother and sister, it's my fault. It was my improper arrangements and poor protection that made Yanda suffer this misfortune. If possible, I wish it was me lying inside."
, not Yanda!"
Meng Huaiyu's expression changed. The news he received was that Meng Chang committed suicide by taking medicine. However, he had always seen that Meng Chang's face was not as dark and purple as when he was poisoned. He had already had doubts in his heart. When Liu Yu heard that
Then he was shocked and said: "What, uncle, he..."
Zhou's brows furrowed slightly: "You all stand down. Uncle Zhong, I won't bother you here anymore."
The old butler named Zhongbo nodded quickly and saluted, opened his hand and quickly waved the servants and maids in the hall to evacuate quickly. Ling'er also bowed and saluted, preparing to leave, but Liu Yu said calmly:
"Miss Ling'er, please stay."
A trace of surprise flashed across Zhou's face, and she turned to Liu Yu and said, "Jinu, she is a little girl and doesn't understand anything. Please..."
Liu Yu shook his head gently: "Sister-in-law, in your eyes, am I already so terrible? Do you want to take people's lives for some secret things?"
Zhou's expression became relieved and she said to Ling'er: "Ling'er, you can stay. Everyone else should step back, close the door and exit the atrium. No one is allowed to enter casually. Violators will be subject to family law."
Soon, everyone had left, and there were only four people left in the room. Ling'er no longer had the same look of sadness and anger as before, and was even trembling slightly.
Liu Yu looked at Ling'er and said, "Miss Ling'er, how much do you know about your master's death?"
Ling'er gritted his teeth, his heart was broken, and he held his neck and said: "I only know that the master of the house didn't come back and take poison to commit suicide. He, he was obviously killed by others. There was a sword wound on his chest. Marshal Liu
, why do you want to kill him? He has been your brother for many years!"
Tears flowed from Meng Huaiyu's eyes, and he knelt down and kowtowed to Liu Yu: "Brother Jinu, why, why are you doing this? Uncle, even if he..."
Liu Yu closed his eyes and shook his head: "Huaiyu, do you think I did it? I, Liu Yu, am aboveboard and upright. Don't say that Yanda and I just have disagreements and just discuss each other. Even if I really want to kill
He also knew how to punish people and deal with them openly. How could he kill someone like this and still say he committed suicide? Am I, Liu Yu, the kind of person who dares to do what I don’t deserve? "
Meng Huaiyu and Ling'er's expressions changed at the same time, their eyes widened, and they said in unison: "Here, what's going on, who killed my uncle?"
Liu Yu looked at Mr. Zhou and wiped away the tears on his face: "Madam, how much do you know about Yanda's death? What do you want to tell me?"
Zhou shook her head in pain, and two lines of clear tears were already flowing down her cheeks: "I knew that there would come a day when I was the one who harmed Yanda, it was I who harmed him!"
She opened her eyes, looked at Liu Yu, and said loudly: "Yes, Liu Tingyun only met Yanda through my introduction. Over the years, I have been persuading Yanda to cooperate with her. I never imagined that this femme fatale woman would finally
He actually killed my husband! Now, I can’t wait to die on my husband’s behalf, just hoping that he can be resurrected!”
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