Guizhen

Chapter 307

Song Meng laughed a few times, and said in a deep voice: "You instigated our brothers to turn against each other, all for the sake of King Wu. Am I right?"

"Pindao wholeheartedly goes to the third son..." Fang Dahuan shook his head and sighed softly, "But it didn't happen. The third son doubted me very much." He stood up and made a salute, "In that case, I will take my leave. Then, before leaving Before, the poor Taoist had good words to offer. You should stop Wu Shiquan quickly to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide. If you fail to stop him in time, I'm afraid you will miss the important matter of the prince."

All that said, let's go.

His teeth itch with hatred, he glanced at Song Meng, his expression was as usual, no joy or anger could be seen.The follower gritted his teeth and yelled at Fang Dahuan's back: "He hanged the silk on the beam over there. Why did he bite his tongue and kill himself. I think you are delusional."

Such a veteran, the third son Guan Bao looks down on him.In the future, there will be no chance to "see you up and see you down".To put it bluntly, Quan thought it was venting his anger for the third young master.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. The surname Wu is full." The follower snorted disdainfully, "At noon, he was clamoring for someone to make him dumplings stuffed with mutton and celery. Serve them after they are cooked. One after another, I ate 42 of them in a daze. I took a nap after eating and drinking enough to break out."

After he finished speaking like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, he suddenly exclaimed "Ouch", "What about the old Taoist? Why is it gone?" He was just talking to the old Taoist, why did he disappear after talking about it?
Song Meng, who was still drooping his eyes and thinking whether to stop Fang Dahuan, heard this, and looked towards the door following his own eyes.The door of the flower hall was tightly closed, but there was no one there.

People disappear without realizing it?Song Meng's heart was shocked.Mr. Sha and Jishan are not in the mansion, even if they want to, they can't stop him.

Standing up, he said to his relatives, "Go, go and see Wu Shiquan."

With a promise, he followed closely behind Song Meng.It should be seen or should be seen.In case of death, the prince may have to blame the third son.The one surnamed Wu had to keep the sacrificial flag.It would be unlucky to die now.

The two walked towards Wu Shiquan's residence one by one.

The King of Liang placed Wu Shiquan in the Butterfly Garden in the last yard of the Prince Liang's mansion.Princess Liang loves butterflies. After arriving in Liangzhou, she planted flowers and plants according to her own preferences to attract butterflies.If you are pregnant, you seldom set foot here.Concubine Liang has been in a coma since then, and the Butterfly Garden has long since lost its former glory.But it is the cleanest place in Prince Liang's mansion.Therefore, King Liang placed Wu Shiquan and his followers here.

Walking to the door, the loud noise reached Song Meng's ears.

"My lord, don't be too hard on yourself. If King Liang doesn't see you, we won't see you anymore. Everything you eat, drink and wear here is more than ten times better than when you were in the capital. You say you, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? "

From the tone of voice, it should be Wu Shiquan's entourage brought from the capital.

"Damn!" Wu Shiquan spat at his entourage, and chanted loudly: "A business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, but across the river she still sings flowers in the backyard."

"Your Excellency, you speak as you speak. What are we doing?"

"Spit on you? I still want to kill you with a knife!" Wu Shiquan was full of grief and anger, "You bunch of fools. One of you is a capricious villain. Humph! Just a few meals of mutton stuffed dumplings will kill you His loyalty has been eaten away. Are you worthy of His Majesty who is far away in the capital?"

"Not only dumplings, but also boiled mutton." The voice of drooling was very loud, "It's soft and tender, it's so delicious."

Song Meng couldn't help but want to laugh.

These wine bags and rice bags just know how to eat.

Seeing Song Meng, the soldiers guarding the Butterfly Garden hurriedly opened the door, "Third Young Master, you are here." His lips moved inward, "I don't want to talk back and forth like four or six. I don't know where they are. What's your idea?"

Song Meng nodded slightly and stepped in.Even though Die Yuan is not as good as before, it can be seen how clever the previous owner was.

Large tracts of flowers and plants wrap the path paved with colored stones. Unless you are there, you will never find that there are roads leading to all parts of the Butterfly Garden.

Princess Liang must love butterflies very much.Song Meng's fingers lightly touched the stone pillar that he just passed by.There are vivid butterflies of different sizes carved on it.

It's so precise.Song Meng couldn't help frowning.Sure enough, it's better to be a concubine.You can decorate your mansion as you like.Unlike his mother, if you want to add an ornament to the house, you have to watch your father raise his mouth when he is happy.I'm afraid that her father will mistakenly think that she is arrogant and spoiled because of her son's favor.

Thinking of this, Song Mengyin tightly clenched his hands under the sleeves of his robe into fists.He hated Song Yan to death.Why is he a high-ranking son of a concubine, but he is a lowly son of a concubine?
"My lord, look quickly. The third son is here." The entourage called Song Meng's attention back, and he looked into the house. The snow-white silk was hung on the beam, and the bottom was knotted with a dead button.Wu Shiquan held it with both hands, put his head in without panic, and followed your words back and forth.The voice is sonorous and powerful.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are really looking for death.

Song Meng stepped across the threshold, raised his head with a smile, and said to Wu Shiquan, "Come down quickly. It's time for dinner."

"Listen, listen. What the third son said is so good." There were about six or seven attendants around Wu Shiquan, and one of the younger ones advised: "You eat those old dumplings at noon, be careful to accumulate food. Little one Walking around in the yard with you, how about sharing a roast leg of lamb with your little one at night?"

"Fuck!" Wu Shiquan spat again.Song Meng couldn't dodge in time, saliva splashed on his face, and he was so disgusted that he quickly wiped it off.

"Use a fart for dinner." Wu Shiquan's face was slightly flushed because of excitement, "I'll go down and discuss with Granny Meng, and I want a bowl of soup with extra ingredients." He poked his head into the ring made of white silk, impatiently Kicking his legs, "Get up, don't delay my soup."

"What are you thinking?" The attendant hurriedly hugged Wu Shiquan's leg, "Who knows what kind of meat is in the soup below? What if it's ghost meat? Can that stuff be eaten?"

Song Meng and his followers looked at each other.What does Wu Shiquan want to do?He is not looking for death, he is clearly not very smart.Song Meng's eyes flicked over the faces of Wu Shiquan's followers one by one.

Not only Wu Shiquan, these few also have serious illnesses.

Could it be that they are imprisoned here, and they are bored?Song Meng said to Wu Shiquan again: "If you have something to do, you can talk about it when you come down. Put a piece of silk around your neck, what if your foot slips?"

Wu Shiquan acted as if he hadn't heard of it, his lips curved slightly to reveal a treacherous smile, while biting his tongue hard with his upper teeth, his eyes were determined.Every slight expression change on the face fell into Song Meng's eyes.From incomprehension to understanding to fear.

As Fang Dahuan said, Wu Shiquan tried to kill himself by biting his tongue.

(End of this chapter)