I ran all the way from the backyard and fell several times on the way.
Zi Tong bent down and helped him dust himself off.
Meng Fusheng's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly stepped back and moved her palm away, "Your hands are all dirty."
Zi Tong straightened up with a smile, "I really didn't expect that you could recover to this extent in such a short period of time. You must have been practicing walking day and night these days, right?"
"Isn't that true?" the servant on the side said with distress, "After returning from Tianji City, the young master has not had a full night's sleep, and I don't know how many pairs of pants he broke..."
"Shut up!" Meng Fusheng blushed and interrupted the servant, "You are talking nonsense in front of the purple-eyed girl!"
After all, young people have always been strong-willed, so how dare they let their servants say this in front of Zi Tong.
The servant had followed Meng Fusheng since he was a child, and he was not reserved on weekdays. When he was scolded, he would just stick out his tongue and step aside. Purple Eyes would just smile and say nothing.
While the two were talking, the head of the Meng family, Meng Long, and several other sect leaders had also arrived.
Zi Tong cured Meng Fusheng, which is equivalent to being a great benefactor to the Meng family. When they heard that she was coming, how could they not come out to welcome her?
Everyone took their seats separately, and after greetings, Zi Tong smiled and said, "I came here for two things. One is to see how Fusheng's leg has recovered, and the other is to inform a few of them.
You need to pay more attention to the sky, I am afraid there will be big changes in Beizhou Continent."
The Zimeng family has always been on good terms, so it never hurts to give them a heads up.
Seeing her serious tone, Menglong also looked solemn at the moment, "What is the change the girl is talking about?!"
Zi Tong glanced at the servants in the hall, and Menglong immediately raised his palms, "Everyone, get out!"
The servants all exited the hall, and Zi Tong then said, "I won't hide anything from you. The news I just received is that His Majesty the King Gong Yunhao is dead!"
After hearing this, the expressions of several people in the hall changed drastically.
The death of the king of a country is such a big event. Where did she get the news?
A Meng family head immediately asked, "Miss Zi, is this news accurate?"
Zi Tong smiled, "It's not accurate. I think after a few days, you will know. Whether it is true or false, there is always no harm in preparing early."
The sect leader wanted to ask again, but Menglong had already raised his right hand to signal the others not to ask any more questions. He said sternly to Zi Tong, "Thank you for informing me, Miss. We will be prepared."
For such a big matter, if there is no definite information, Zi Tong will naturally not talk nonsense. As for how she knows, such a question is beyond the scope of what they can ask. It is a good intention for someone to come here to inform.
Regardless of whether this news is accurate or not, as one of the famous people in Beizhou Continent, Mengjia, there is always no harm in being prepared in advance.
Naturally, this topic was brought to an end, and Zi Tong did not continue. She just turned around and asked Meng Fusheng about the recovery status of his legs, and made sure that he had no discomfort. She was completely relieved.
Menglong had already prepared a dinner party, and everyone ate with Zi Tong, inevitably saying some words of thanks.
After the meal, Zi Tong and Meng Fusheng left the dining room and walked to the backyard of Meng's house.
As we walked forward, Zi Tong persuaded her sternly, "I understand your mood, but this recovery does not happen overnight. It is better not to work too hard, otherwise it may be counterproductive."