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Chapter 1295: Do You Really Understand? (Part 1295) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

absurd!

absurd!

absurd!

Extreme emotions brewed in her heart, and instantly turned into a raging rage and unwillingness. The king grabbed Mei Meng by the collar with one hand and rubbed forward until she tripped and the two fell in the mess. She pulled out her pipe dagger with her other hand and put the tip against Mei Meng's neck!

Heavy breathing sprayed on Mei Meng's face, and the ferocious features were also reflected in the other's eyes: [Mei Jinghe! If you want integrity, go get it. As a subject, what right do you have to make decisions for me? Are you a subject, or am I your puppet? Yes, you are open-minded, you are noble, you have lofty ambitions, you regard life and death as floating clouds, and you value integrity more than life, but don't use me as your sacrifice! ]

Facing Mei Meng's calm eyes, her out-of-control emotions seemed like a joke, like an unreasonable fool!
This realization made the fire in her heart burn brighter.

The round dagger pierced Mei Meng's neck, leaving a bright red mark.

The two of them didn't care about the injury at all.

The queen vented all the grievances that had accumulated in her heart over the years. If she didn't speak out, she felt that her soul would be suffocated by the huge coercion. The expectations that Mei Meng had wished for her to be torn at her soul from all sides: [Jinghe, am I your lord, your friend, or a stepping stone for you to practice morality, a sacrifice for your martyrdom! Have you ever sincerely regarded me as your lord for even a moment? Jinghe, tell me, do you really have such a thing as sincerity? ]

Mei Meng was the one who pulled her out of the quagmire.

She was naturally grateful, and now she felt that the scene was like a dream. No one in this world would devote themselves to another person without any reward. There must be a chip behind it that ordinary people cannot afford. Reason told her that Mei Meng wanted something from her! The price might be so high that she couldn't afford it!

But she had no choice at that time and had to agree.

She thought that as a princess who was used as a bargaining chip by her father and brother to win over military generals and became a victim of the struggle between her father and brother and her husband's family, there was nothing on her that truly belonged to her and was not under her control.

What could Mei Meng want from her?

Agree to it and life can continue to move forward.

If she didn't agree to Mei Meng, she didn't know how many times she would be used as a bargaining chip by her father and brother in the future, and there would be more so-called male favorites in her bed.

She made up her mind and agreed.

Mei Meng really helped her get out of the quagmire.

At this point, she was actually satisfied, but she didn't dare to ask for it in front of Mei Meng who could coordinate the overall situation. Before, her life was in the hands of her father and brother; now, her life was decided by Mei Meng. She could only stop when she could.

Mei Meng pushed her onto a path she had never thought of.

Power is at your fingertips.

From being a princess of a fief to assisting the regent, and then replacing the little puppet, she stood in the position her father and brother had stood in. Standing in this position, she could achieve almost any wish except "immortality". The king thought of Mei Meng again and wanted to ask her what she wanted.

Mei Meng's answer was the same as always.

Fame, wealth, glory and honor?
But they are all clouds that cover her eyes, she just wants to seek the truth.

The king also knew the conditions for Mei Meng's success as a scholar, and she was very worried for a while, but she was still sure that Mei Meng would not hurt her. As time went by, she completely controlled the Qi State, and the civil and military officials in the court also changed from being skeptical to being convinced.

With these ministers, Mei Meng is no longer the only one who is irreplaceable to the king. On the contrary, Mei Meng has not yet adapted to the change in their identities. No matter whether she was the princess in the past or the king now, the attitude towards her is the same as before...

The king felt a little unhappy.

She was keenly aware that Mei Meng did not regard her as a lower-ranking person, and did not treat her like a subject serving a master...

The two of them still have feelings for each other, so this little unhappiness is not worth mentioning.

The cracks will not disappear just because the owner doesn't pay attention to them, they will only become more obvious over time - the king finds that he and Mei Meng have more and more differences, and Mei Meng does not value the interests of the king. Many reform methods even infringe on their own interests.

She began to doubt——

Is Mei Meng really loyal to her?

But she really didn't want to part ways with Mei Meng.

As long as it didn't hurt the foundation, she was willing to give up her interests for Mei Meng and take a step back. However, every time she took a step back, Mei Meng pressed on. This was like the gravel that a water clam inadvertently swallowed, which tortured her soft flesh all the time and brought her severe pain that could not be ignored, but she could not give up the gravel and could only choose to endure it.

The patience of the clam can be exchanged for pearls that please humans.

Her patience only resulted in Mei Meng sending her to the altar for sacrifice.

[Are you loyal to me? Or to your morality? ]

The king asked this question tremblingly.

The answer was clear in her mind, but she still wanted to hear the real answer from the master! The masochistic emotions rolled and burned in her chest, giving her a certain impulse - stab and kill Mei Meng!

Mei Meng listened to the man above her venting and questioning at the top of her voice, and waited for him to calm down before she slowly said: [I thought we should at least be like-minded - you and I have similar experiences, and have experienced the same pain. We should grow the same fruits, have the same direction, stand at the same height, despise the common enemy, and life and death are nothing more than external things.]

Death is nothing but a joke in the face of the pain they have endured.

If death can turn into a mockery of pain, why not?
When Wang Ji was heartbroken, there was still Mei Meng who was willing to help her, but what about Mei Meng herself? Mei Jinghe was the famous flower that her brother's family had carefully raised for many years. It is undeniable that her brother doted on her, but this brother-sister relationship also had a big premise - the famous flower had to stay in an expensive flowerpot specially prepared for famous flowers.

She couldn't go anywhere except this flower pot.

Although the fertile soil provided endless nourishment for this flower, Mei Meng still felt that she was going to wither. No matter how she explained to her brother, how she fought for it, how she expressed her inner pain, in her brother's eyes, it was just her whining and her self-degradation. She was the county magistrate's sister, and any man she wanted could be fought for her. It was just her words to treat Lu Jue as a toy, but she had to be tempted by a toy?

Why should you be tempted?

The county magistrate's sister is attracted to a male slave?
Where does Mei Meng put her brother's face!

[I am moved because I am a human being! ]

The elder brother was furious: [That shouldn't be done to a slave! ]

[So what if I'm attracted to slaves! ]

The elder brother asked coldly: [What qualifications do you have? Can Lu Jue let you wear silk and satin, or let you keep your fingers clean? Everything you have now is given to you by me! Just like these flowers you raise, can they live like this? ]

He swept Mei Meng's precious flowers to the ground with a flick of his sleeves.

The porcelain basin broke into pieces and dirt splashed everywhere.

The precious flowers that were bright and colorful just now fell into the mud and debris, becoming stained with dirt, with their petals and leaves broken and dying.

Mei Meng felt that she was the one who was dying.

[I am just the flower you raise? 】

The elder brother sneered: [You should be thankful that you and I are born of the same mother and have the right to be pampered instead of being abused by others outside! ]

From that day on, Mei Meng felt that her soul had left her body, and she could only stand as a third party and quietly watch her body rot from the inside out. Death was so close to her that Mei Meng could embrace it with just a slight stretch of her hand.

Until one day I woke up——

Ideas come through instantly.

She is a poisonous spider, and she is the only one who can poison others! How can she just sit there and wait for death when fate plays such a trick on her?

She stumbled along a dark, bumpy, unfamiliar path, with gusts of cold wind and mocking laughter from all directions. It seemed as if some monster in the darkness stretched out countless hands towards her, trying to drag her down and fall into depravity. How could she not be afraid?
She found a fellow traveler on the road.

The joy at that time almost made my chest burst.

Mei Meng carefully pulled her along, and the loneliness that followed her like a shadow finally stopped haunting her. Even if she later discovered that the other person was on a different path from her, it didn't matter, because the other person would always understand.

To this day, the other party says: [You are just being sentimental. ]

Mei Meng was so dizzy by these four words that she didn't even care about the sticky, warm blood that dripped down her neck and soaked her collar. The pain was nothing compared to the pain of her heart being crushed back and forth. She said in a dry voice: [You once had the will to die...]

This life has been abandoned once before.

[That was the past, I don't want to die now!] The king was furious and embarrassed, [Mei Jinghe, do you understand? Why should I be arranged to die by you? I am the ruler of a country, I am the ruler of Qi State, my life is more precious than yours, than everyone here! Why should I die? Even if I lose to Shen Youli and become a prisoner, I can still enjoy wealth and glory, instead of being a dead ghost praised by future generations!]

How could these false reputations be worth exchanging her life for?
She doesn't want to die, she can't bear to die, she doesn't want to die!

[Why do you regard me as your martyrdom sacrifice? ]

Tears fell on Mei Meng's face and eyelids.

The king confessed his dark and cowardly heart in one breath and choked up, almost unable to hold the round dagger in his hand: [Mei Jinghe, have you ever been loyal to me? I am just a puppet in your hands. If you save my life, I have to pay the price of being manipulated. You and my father and brother, you and the old master of the Cui family, you and Cui Zhishan... What is the essential difference between you people? You made choices for me regardless of my wishes, and called it doing good for me. ]

[But you are the king...]

The conflict is not about life or death, but about identity.

Mei Meng hoped that she could, as the ruler of the country, show courage and bravery that was no less than that of the male rulers, or even higher than that of most of them. Let the present and future generations know that the monarch was just a position!
Courage and character are never qualities that belong to anyone exclusively.

As long as you have the determination to achieve great success, you can always get out of the mire.

It’s a pity that the king thinks differently from her.

Seeing Mei Meng's dazed look but still stubborn, the king sneered: [Yes, I am the king. Jinghe, do you remember 'If the king wants the subject to die, the subject must die'? You have never regarded me as the real master, so what qualifications do you have to expect me to be the master in your heart? Mei Jinghe, I want you to commit suicide now, are you willing? ]

When Qi Cang arrived, the scene was in a mess.

Mei Meng sat on the ground in a daze, her hair had turned a lot whiter, as if she had been drained of energy, she was as dumb as a puppet, blood was flowing from her neck, and her vision was unfocused. There was a familiar round dagger at her feet, but the owner of the dagger was nowhere to be seen.

Qi Cang was not surprised by this.

Father, like son.

He said that Mei Meng was similar to Yan An, and Zheng Qiao had once questioned Yan An whether he was considering himself as a martyr.

Alas, isn’t this a kind of reincarnation?

【You should have gone it alone! 】

Qi Cang started to talk after the fact.

Working alone can save you a lot of trouble.

Mei Meng moved her stiff limbs. She twisted her neck. The blood that had flowed out had dried up and stuck to her skin. The wound on her neck also healed under Wen Qi's care. She smiled bitterly: [It's difficult.]

It is still harder than ascending to heaven.

Qi Cang said: [Why did you choose her? ]

Mei Meng said numbly: [The right person appeared at the right time, so it was her, but it was just my wishful thinking.]

[Not everyone wants to die heroically. ]

The ruler of Qi State is still in his prime, but has not yet broken away from the worldly affairs.

Mei Meng closed her eyes: [I know.]

So, what are you going to do?

[Let her go, she walks her Yangguan Road, I walk my single-plank bridge.] Mei Meng staggered to her feet, and after she stood still, she looked at Qi Cang again, [You escort her away, and then withdraw and live in seclusion. If you haven't seen enough of the excitement, go find some fun somewhere else.]

Mei Meng doesn't plan to leave.

She had arranged her own end.

Qi Cang frowned and said unhappily: [Are you trying to chase me away? ]

What level is Mei Meng? How dare you arrange him?
[What, you don't want to have fun anymore? ]

[Huh, aren't you just a joke? ]

Mei Meng staggered and steadied herself, leaving Qi Cang with a weak back and one sentence: [It’s up to you.]

Staying is a dead end.

Not only Mei Meng knew this, the soldiers also knew it.

The king, who was arranged to blend in with the deserters, knew this better.

She looked back, gritted her teeth and looked away.

[Mei Meng, you will regret it! ]

Nothing matters in this world except death.

Sacrificing one's life for so-called morality is something only a fool would do.

The praise of future generations is worthless to her! Only when you are alive can you have hope, but when you die, you will have nothing!
[And I won't regret it, I am right! ]

Except for Mei Meng and a few others, no one else knew that the leader of Qi State and the leader of the allied forces had disguised themselves as deserters and left the battlefield. This news could not be made known to others. Once it spread, the army would inevitably lose morale. Mei Meng arranged for his confidant to disguise himself as the leader and cover up the news. On the eve of the final battle, Kang State staged the two-piece set of being surrounded by enemies and barbecue at night.

Mei Meng ordered the scribes to dismantle the barrier that blocked the sound.

The familiar folk tune from my hometown drifted into the camp.

Mei Meng listened for a while and said, "It's a good song, but it's a pity there's no music to go with it. Someone, bring me my purple bamboo flute."

Due to the busy government affairs in his early years, Mei Meng had not played the instrument for a long time.

This instrument is in excellent condition, and its tone is as mellow and gentle as I remember. When the first sound was heard, the distant and desolate sound spread out, and the sound was loud and clear. At some point, the loud and clear sound of the 筚篠 was added.

Shen Tang listened to the music quietly.

[I don't know where the reed pipe is blowing, and all the soldiers miss their hometown all night long.] She looked up at the waning moon above the valley and said, [This is to prepare to fight us to the death tomorrow. Yes, the reinforcements have not arrived for a long time, and they have run out of ammunition and food. If she doesn't fight now, she will have no chance.]

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