The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 725 Come closer, let me see you
Mr. Meng couldn't understand Qiu Yue's excitement. This man had respected him when he saw him in the past, but he was definitely not excited. "You," Mr. Meng looked at Qiu Yue and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Yue shouted again: "Old Meng, why are you here? It's great that you can come!"

Mr. Meng said, "Excellent?"

"Go," Qiu Yue raised his hand and pointed in one direction, and said, "Old Meng, take a step to speak."

"The old man wants to see Weishen, he..."

"Oh, he's talking to the generals under his command," Qiu Yue interrupted Mr. Meng. Seeing that the old man was standing still, he grabbed the old man's hand again and dragged the old man forward. .

Mr. Meng didn't doubt that Qiu Yue would harm him, but he was quite surprised, but then the old man's heart trembled, Qiu Yue was like this, something happened to Mo Sangqing?

Qiu Yue took old Mr. Meng all the way to a tea house backing the street.

General Qiu stepped on the steps in front of the teahouse, and a footprint appeared on the steps covered with a thick layer of dust.

After the fall of Futuguan, the businessmen in the city fled and hid, and there were no shops open for business in the entire Guancheng.Although Futu Pass has been retaken by the officers and soldiers at this moment, the city is full of filial piety, and even the corpses in the open space in front of the Qiu Mansion have not been transported. Which businessman would think of restarting his business at this time?Therefore, the teahouse, which has been closed since the fall of Futu Pass, now not only has dust accumulated on the steps in front of the door, but also a thick layer of dust on the doors and windows, and there are also large cobwebs hanging between the pillars in the porch. There are weeds that grow crazily in summer, and there are several rows of weeds in front of the teahouse. The tallest one reaches Qiu Yue's knee.

Mr. Meng shook his head and sighed.

Qiu Yue silently stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the teahouse. After the dust in front of the door stopped falling, Shao General Qiu invited Mr. Meng into the teahouse. Then this man saw the person following Mr. Meng and said: " Aunt Qin? Are you here too?"

The corner of the middle-aged woman's mouth twitched in a plain dress. Did this Young General Qiu just see her?

"Aqin, you wait outside the door for the old man," said Mr. Meng who had already entered the teahouse.

"Yes, sir," the woman ordered.

Qiu Yue knew who this woman was, but she didn't know her origin.This woman has been by Meng Daru's side for many years. When Mo Sangqing worshiped Meng Daru, this woman was already serving Meng Daru. A woman can play the xun, play the piano and compose music, and is good at swordsmanship. She is as elegant as a chrysanthemum. She is either a wife or a concubine. It is more accurate to use the word follow. This woman has followed Meng Daru for half her life. Qiu Yue is He couldn't figure out what was going on between the two of them. Of course, even if Meng Daru explained it to him, Qiu Yue didn't want to hear it.

The lobby of the tea house is not big, and there are five square tables. Mr. Meng sat in front of the square table in the middle, looked at Qiu Yue and said, "Did something happen to Wei Shen?"

Qiu Yue sat opposite Mr. Meng, and sat down face to face at this moment. When he was about to talk, Qiu Yue remembered again. Can he talk casually about military affairs?
"Draw the old man over in such a hurry," Mr. Meng said, "Are you not talking now?"

Qiu Yue said: "It's master and apprentice, you, can't you ask me first?"

Mr. Meng sighed, and said in a low voice: "This old man tells you my condolences, are you willing to listen?"

Qiu Yue smiled wryly. He heard these words from day to night, and he was almost numb.

"If you don't like to hear it, the old man will not talk about it," Mr. Meng said, "Your father deserved his death, and God will not treat the heroic souls who died fighting for the country badly."

"He," Qiu Yue said in a low voice, "he didn't die on the battlefield." His father was assassinated by Yan Lingchuan, and Futuguan was also lost in his father's hands.

"Did your father die because of Futu Pass?" Mr. Meng asked.

Qiu Yue nodded.

"Futu Pass is your father's battlefield," Mr. Meng said, "Why do you say that he didn't die in battle?"

Qiu Yue opened his mouth.

"How many people in this world can always win and be undefeated?" Mr. Meng said: "My father's death seems strange to me. If I were to compete with barbarians on the battlefield, I would not believe that my father would lose. Now You conceal everything, the old man is not a member of the army, so the old man does not ask, but the old man does not believe that the fall of Futu Pass is due to your father's incompetence."

Qiu Yue stood up, saluted Mr. Meng, and thanked him: "Thank you very much."

"No thanks," Old Mr. Meng waved his hand.

"Why did you come?" Qiu Yue asked.

"Recently, the old man has been restless," Mr. Meng said honestly, "so the old man came to see Weishen on purpose."

"He's going to die," General Qiu blurted out this sentence.

The fairy-tale old Mr. Meng changed his face.

"I can't persuade him," Qiu Yue said, "Father, sister, he doesn't want them anymore."

Mr. Meng knows how important the family is in the heart of a senior disciple, so after hearing from Qiu Yue that he carried General Mo and Mo Liangyuan out and couldn't persuade his senior disciples, Mr. Meng knew this Things got tricky.

"Old Meng, please persuade him," Qiu Yue asked Mr. Meng, "Now you are the only one who can persuade him."

"What happened so that he was going to die?" Mr. Meng asked.

Qiu Yue was speechless.

Mr. Meng waited for Qiu Yue for a while, and when he saw this man with a bitter face and kept silent, Mr. Meng suddenly came to his senses and said, "It's not good for you to talk to this old man about military matters. How about it, you go and generalize the matter." Weichen called, and the old man asked him himself."

"I'll call him," Qiu Yue turned and ran away.

Aunt Qin watched Qiu Yue run away, turned around and entered the teahouse.

The teahouse was not lit, and it was only illuminated by the moonlight outside the window. Mr. Meng sat in the darkness and sighed.

Aunt Qin found the lampstand and candles in the counter, took them to the table and lit them, and the square inch around the square table became brighter.

"Did something happen?" Aunt Qin asked in a low voice.

"Military disaster," Mr. Meng said, "Aqin, you and I may be able to avoid this disaster, but Weishen cannot avoid it."

"Ah Mo can't avoid it either," Aunt Qin answered.

The maid suddenly mentioned Yun Mo, which made Mr. Meng stunned for a moment, and then sighed again, saying: "Yes, Ah Mo can't avoid it."

"It's a pity that Ah Mo is at Ming Xiao Pass," said Aunt Qin, "otherwise the master can see him this time."

Mr. Meng looked outside the door where the weeds grew, and said, "Wei Shen will come over in a while, Aqin, go and find some tea and water."

Aunt Qin agreed, and went to the counter to search again.

After about half a stick of incense, someone stopped the horse outside the teahouse, and then footsteps sounded, and Mo Sangqing's figure appeared outside the door.

"Come in," Mr. Meng said without waiting for the eldest disciple to ask for an audience.

Mo Sangqing walked into the teahouse.

"Come closer," old Mr. Meng waved to his elder brother, "let me see you, Master."

(End of this chapter)