sweet!The strange beauty spoiled the sick and weak son

Chapter 3 I Touched Meng Lang's Hand

Song Zhu: "My lord, Miss Jiang fell asleep as soon as she entered the room. The maid next to her is a ghost, walking around in the yard, and even went to the kitchen to make friends with Aunt Zhao. I don't know what she wants to ask."

"Ah."

Seeing that Meng Huaixuan's reaction was flat, Song Zhu couldn't bear it anymore, and Jiang Sijin was dumped like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"My lord, I didn't say it before. In fact, this Miss Jiang is not only arrogant and domineering, she, she!" Song Zhu stomped, "She is also unclear with the guards at home!"

As soon as Song Zhu's words fell, Meng Huaixuan in the wheelchair didn't respond yet, but a head stuck out from the beam.

Meng Huaixuan didn't want to listen to Song Zhu's talk at first, but Mo Han was interested, so he didn't stop him.

Song Zhu had an audience, and he spoke even more vigorously, "I heard that many people in Jiang's residence saw that the young lady of the Jiang family was behaving intimately with that guard.

Song Zhu was really annoyed, he felt that Miss Jiang's eyes were blind, how could a guard compare with Meng Huaixuan.

After Song Zhu finished speaking, Meng Huaixuan slowly rolled his wheelchair towards the window.

Ever since he lost his sight, Meng Huaixuan could no longer read documents, but preferred to stay by the window.

He sniffed lightly, with a strange expression on his face, silently reached out and groped to close the window.

Song Zhu was a little strange, stepped forward and smelled it, and understood why Meng Huaixuan looked like that. He was inexplicably amused, "Why is Mrs. Zhao acting like a bad guy again today?"

He pushed Meng Huaixuan back to the desk, and persuaded, "My lord, it's better to send this Miss Jiang away earlier!"

Just now there was a gust of wind, Meng Huaixuan coughed a few more times unavoidably, drank a few sips of water to suppress the pressure, and then slowly said, "Ms. Jiang and I were originally ordered by our parents, and we have no feelings for each other. Although Ms. Jiang is from a famous family , but I don’t even have the freedom to choose a husband, it’s really pitiful.”

"Cough cough cough..."

"When the weather improves, I will write a divorce letter to her, so that she can reunite with her sweetheart earlier."

Song Zhu was speechless for a while, his lord is really a living Bodhisattva, a living Bodhisattva, no wonder even a temple is looking forward to accepting his lord to be the abbot.

Meng Huaixuan was still seriously injured, and he said so many words all at once. It was really exhausting, and he couldn't hold back anymore and coughed violently. He coughed until his face was flushed, and he slumped for a long time and couldn't straighten up.

The beam moved lightly, and a figure fell down, frantically pouring water for Meng Huaixuan.

Seeing Meng Huaixuan coughing like this, Song Zhu was very worried, "My lord, now that I have the account book, why don't we go back to the capital?"

"No." Meng Huaixuan endured the discomfort and panted, "The account book alone is not enough to convict, we must, must find other evidence... I have persisted until now, and I must not just let it go."

"But..." Song Zhu looked at the injured Meng Huaixuan, feeling really sorry for him, "But your eyes and legs need to be healed as soon as possible!"

"Okay, it's okay." Meng Huaixuan smiled, "Didn't Uncle Wu say that he would hire a genius doctor in the martial arts? He must be on the way. You and Mo Han are both tired today, go back and rest quickly." let's go."

Seeing that the two refused to leave, Meng Huaixuan's expression became firm, "I'm really fine, let's go."

Song Zhu and Mo Han were used to hearing what Meng Huaixuan said since they were young, and they left the house one after another.

The corruption of Lianghuai salt tax was as high as 6000 million taels of silver. Liu Bashi, the local county magistrate, disregarded his personal life and death, and submitted a book to reveal his secrets, but he was destroyed on the way back to Beijing, leaving only an orphan girl.

Emperor Ming'an appointed Meng Huaixuan as an imperial envoy, and went to Yangzhou to investigate the case in person. Meng Huaixuan lived up to expectations and finally got the account book left by Liu Bashi, but was assassinated by an assassin.

The salt merchants colluded with the salt administration, and Gao Heng, the Lianghuai salt administration, was the nephew of the present queen mother.

But Emperor Ming'an who insisted on thoroughly investigating the case was not the current empress dowager's own.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is no longer a simple salt tax corruption case, but a power game between the queen mother and the new emperor.

This hot potato is raised up and down, and only he, Meng Huaixuan, dares to pick it up and knock it down to the end.

The willow tree outside the window made a rustling sound, and pieces of willow leaves fell.

Jun Qiqi was lying on the tree, holding her cheeks in her hands, staring at the room obsessively, peeping blatantly, with such joy in her eyes that anyone would laugh along with her.

Thinking of Meng Huaixuan's previous events, she couldn't help but click her tongue twice, her Meng Lang is really a good man who stands up to heaven and earth.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

It was not until it was confirmed that Song Zhu and Mo Han were far away that Meng Huaixuan stopped suppressing and coughed violently. When he fell down the cliff, he not only hurt his legs, but also hurt his heart.

His body was already riddled with holes, and he might not be able to gallop like before in this life.

He had long wished to die, but before he died, he had to solve the salt tax corruption case for Emperor Ming'an, which can be regarded as the confidant friendship of the two years.

As for Song Zhu and Mo Han, he didn't want them to worry about him anymore, and he didn't want to feel the slightest pity from them...

"Huh?" Although Meng Huaixuan was blind, he could still feel the changes in light and shadow.

A shadow suddenly enveloped the eyes, and the next moment, a cup of warm water was stuffed into Meng Huaixuan's hand.

Meng Huaixuan only thought it was Song Zhu who left and returned, "Why are you back again?"

The warm water flowed into the internal organs, and Meng Huaixuan's breath slowly stabilized. He handed out the cup, "Thank you."

"Song Zhu" didn't speak, but slowly stretched out his hand to take the cup, his fingers inadvertently covered Meng Huaixuan's hand, and then retracted suddenly.

Before Meng Huaixuan was confused, the other party stretched out his index finger and lightly touched Meng Huaixuan's index finger. The fingertips were close to the fingertips, so that there was no gap at all.

Meng Huaixuan: ...

What's going on with Song Zhu?

He felt strange, retracted his hand, put the cup on his lap, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

It's a pity that this "Song Zhu" didn't have the heart to answer at all.

She desperately covered her mouth with both hands, for fear of making a sound, she jumped up and down excitedly in the room.

God!God!I have touched Meng Lang's hand!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Meng Huaixuan frowned, why did Song Zhu seem to be a little bit wrong?
Meng Huaixuan was originally born with a face like a crown of jade, and was extremely handsome. After the injury, although his figure became thinner, he still did not lose his former style.

On the contrary, his pale complexion and messy hair added a bit of broken beauty to him, which melted into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's terrible, our Meng Lang is so handsome even when he frowns.

If Jun Qiqi was a kitten, I'm afraid he would be rolling and snoring in Meng Huaixuan's arms right now, it's hateful!she is not.

Jun Qiqi took a few deep breaths, like a little squirrel, stretched out her little paw, and quickly took the cup from Meng Huaixuan's hand.

Then she tiptoed and hugged a blanket to cover Meng Huaixuan's legs. Jun Qiqi spread it carefully, straightened it carefully, and stuffed the corners into the side of the wheelchair until she was sure that Meng Huaixuan's legs were covered tightly. get up.

She secretly sighed in her heart, although it is early spring, but the cold weather is coming, Meng Lang's body is weak, how can he withstand the cold wind, that kid Song Zhu is too careless.

Jun Qiqi stared at Meng Huaixuan's empty and lifeless eyes, as if someone had cut a piece out with a knife, his heart ached to death.

Fortunately, I am here, Meng Lang, trust me, I will take good care of you and heal you!
Sensing the scorching gaze of the person in front of him, Meng Huaixuan's back froze in place. The person in front of him was definitely not Song Zhu.

(End of this chapter)