There was a certain person who was seductive but didn't realize it. He leaned against the door and asked her: "What happened to Monk Tang after his little white horse was eaten? How could he go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"
Shen Qingqing turned away and pointed outside, "You should wipe your hair first. The towels are hanging on the rope in the corridor. Remember to change your clothes too, so you don't catch a cold."
Meng Yuan nodded, followed her instructions, wiped his hair and changed clothes. When he went back, the children were already dozing off.
Shen Qingqing rubbed Meng Qixue's head that drooped on her chest, and said to the other three: "That's all for today, sleep."
After all the children got into bed and fell asleep, Shen Qingqing looked at the man standing by and felt a little at a loss. "Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll stay here and squeeze in with Yun'er and Xuebao."
Meng Yuan did not move, "The bed over there is bigger."
"I don't sleep well because I'm afraid I'll kick you at night."
"It doesn't matter, I have thick skin and I'm not afraid of kicks."
After saying that, without waiting for Shen Qingqing's reply, he blushed, and after a while, he said dullly: "I'm not the slut I used to be... We can slowly cultivate our relationship."
Meng Yuan touched the tip of his nose and looked at her carefully, "So, what do you think?"
Shen Qingqing did not answer directly, and untied the wooden hairpin tangled in her hair. Her long black hair fell on her shoulders, and then her brisk voice sounded: "Let's go to bed."
I wonder if the moonlight outside the window is too bright, but neither of the two people lying side by side on the bed are sleepy.
Shen Qingqing stretched out her hand to touch the man next to her, "I forgot to ask before, why did you suddenly fall from Phoenix Mountain? Is there any hidden secret in this?"
Meng Yuan froze, his face suddenly turned cold, and his always gentle eyes burst out with endless murderous intent, "He was plotted."
Shen Qingqing was not surprised, "It's Wang Dashun, right? I've long felt that something was wrong with that bitch."
Meng Yuan pursed his thin lips tightly and nodded, "It was him. At that time, we were forced by the barbarians to go up Phoenix Mountain. We were killed and injured. In the end, only the two of us were left alive. Seeing that the daily patrol team was about to
When I came, he suddenly acted behind my back and pushed me off the cliff."
At that time, he was only thinking about how to keep food and survive smoothly. He never thought that the people around him would take the opportunity to murder him!
Thinking of this, the overwhelming anger surged out uncontrollably, "I will go to the Yamen tomorrow to find him and settle this account properly!"
Since he, Meng Yuan, has the ability to rescue that wolf-hearted thing from the hands of the barbarian, he naturally has the ability to send him to hell!
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Ever since he bumped into Meng Yuan at Meng's house, Wang Dashun's heart had been tense. He was not in the mood for dinner, so he had a casual meal and climbed into bed to sleep.
As a result, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Meng Yuan holding a knife and slashing him from behind, with a ferocious look, like a life-seeking evil ghost who had just crawled out of the grave.
He was so frightened that he couldn't sleep. After suffering most of the night, he finally fell asleep at dawn.
When he woke up and opened his eyes, Meng Yuan was standing at the head of his bed, his face colder than the blade of the knife across his neck.
He thought he was having a nightmare, so he gasped and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Meng Shiyuan was still there, and his expression was a bit colder.
He swallowed hard, grabbed the quilt at hand, and bravely asked: "Meng, Brother Meng Yuan, is that you?"
Meng Yuan sneered coldly, grabbed the front of his clothes, and pulled him out of the bed.
At this time, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, and a group of officials surrounded Wang Dashun's bedroom like iron barrels.
A skinny government servant supported his broken arm and described the situation to the county magistrate Lin Ziyan while leading the way: "It was just dawn at that time. I was very sleepy after watching the night, so I was going to go back and take a nap."
"The man suddenly rushed in front of me, holding a knife, and asked me where Mr. Wang was. His expression was so fierce that he wanted to eat Mr. Wang alive. I saw something was wrong, so of course I had to stop him."
"In the end, he grabbed my arm and threw me away. I flew away with a 'swish'. Do you understand?"
Lin Ziyan turned his head and looked at his arms, which were as thin as bamboo sticks. He pursed his lips and made no comment.
The two walked to the door of the room one after another and stopped about five steps away from Meng Yuan.
Before he opened his mouth, Lin Ziyan took a rough look at the "gangster" who committed the crime. The "gangster" was well-groomed, with majestic weapons and an air of awe-inspiring righteousness all over his body.
In contrast, the one lying on the ground shivering looked more like a gangster.
Seeing his subordinates being so useless, Lin Ziyan glanced at Wang Dashun with disgust, raised his head and negotiated terms with Meng Yuan: "Put down your weapons. If you have any requests, just tell me. Don't hurt innocent people."
"Innocent?" Meng Yuan sneered and kicked Wang Dashun, "You tell me you are innocent."
Wang Dashun screamed in pain, feeling that the bones where he kicked were about to break. He endured the pain and stretched out his arms to Lin Ziyan for help: "Lord County Magistrate, help me, I am innocent!"
Meng Yuan looked stern, raised his leg and stepped on the hand he stretched out, and said coldly: "You used this hand to push me off the cliff, right?"
After saying that, he waved the big knife in his hand expressionlessly and slashed directly at Wang Dashun's arm.
With a "clang" sound, he raised the knife and cut off half of Wang Dashun's arm!
Screams erupted, and everyone looked at the man in front of them in disbelief. He was as terrifying as Yama. He actually cut off Wang Baotou's hand?!
Cut off Mr. Wang’s hand in front of the county magistrate?!
God, can he be any more arrogant?
Wang Dashun was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry. He curled up and rolled back and forth on the ground.
But Meng Yuan didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, bent down and picked him up, and asked coldly: "Are you innocent now?"
Wang Dashun didn't dare to struggle anymore, and begged him for mercy in a cold sweat: "Brother Meng Yuan, I'm sorry, I was just distracted by ghosts for a moment, and I didn't mean to harm you. Please forgive me!"
Lin Ziyan heard something fishy in their words and quickly said to Meng Yuan: "Soldier, if you have any grievances, you can tell me. There is no need to sacrifice yourself!"
Meng Yuan gave Wang Dashun a cold look and said, "Tell me the good things you have done in front of everyone!"
"I...I am a beast!"
Wang Dashun held his blood-soaked arms and cried as he told the story of how he pushed his brother, who had been through life and death, off the cliff because of his greed for military glory.
After hearing what he said, not only Meng Yuan, but also everyone present's expressions changed!
Since Wang Dashun came to the county government, everyone has treated him with courtesy, partly because of his status as a head catcher, and partly because of simple respect for the soldiers who defended the country.
But what about actually?
What they fear is a coward who is worse than an animal! This chapter has been completed!