In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Chapter 37 The Merry Prince

Jiang Luan's eyes fell on one of the swords, his eyes were bright.

I saw that the whole body of the sword was pitch black, and the scabbard was engraved with strange patterns, giving people a thick and mysterious feeling.

Jiang Luan picked up the sword, pulled part of it from the scabbard, and suddenly saw that the sword body was shining with silver light, and the blade was very thin, cutting iron like mud.

Muyun sword.

Jiang Luan remembered that the Muyun Sword was Zhao Zhu's weapon. Zhao Zhu held that sword and went into battle to kill the enemy without defeat. Later, after he ascended the throne, he sacrificed the sword.

Of course, don't ask Jiang Luan how he recognized this sword, because the word 'Mu Yun' is written on the hilt of this sword.

Meng Wen also looked at Jiang Luan's fondness for Mu Yunjian, and was a little surprised.

This sword is the best among the big brother's bunch of things, Xiao Luan unexpectedly recognized it at a glance, it can be said that he is very thorough in weapons.

Before, when they gave the weapons to Meng Zehe, Meng Zehe always looked fearful and disinterested.

Sure enough, Xiao Luan was the child of their Meng family.

"Like this?" Meng Wen also asked softly.

Jiang Luan nodded reservedly.

"Take it if you like it." Meng Wen also said, "Others..."

Jiang Luan shook his head.

Although these are all antiques, Jiang Luan will leave here after completing the task, and these things cannot be taken away.

He wanted this sword for Zhao Zhu, only this sword was worthy of him.

Moreover, when Zhao Zhi was happy, he might have replenished his 1 point of life!

Meng Wen also left happily.

Jiang Luan took the sword and went to find Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Zhu was reading military books in the courtyard. He was dressed in a simple black robe, which could not conceal his cold and powerful temperament.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Zhi's ears twitched, resisting the urge to turn his head until the young man walked in front of him and looked up at him.

The boy opened his eyes wide, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, his pupils were moist and very cute.

Zhao Zhu's gaze shifted from the book to the boy's face.

Jiang Luan held the Muyun Sword and handed it to Zhao Zhu.

Zhao Zhu looked at the heavy sword, and with his many years of experience, he concluded at a glance that the sword was a good sword.

"For this king?" Zhao Zhu asked.

Jiang Luan nodded.

Zhao Zhu took the sword over and unsheathed it, looking at the light, it was indeed a good sword.

Moreover, Jiang Luan gave it to him.

Zhao Zhu liked it very much in his heart, rubbing the blade with rough fingers, but there was no expression on his face.

"You don't care too much about giving this gift. It should be wrapped in red cloth."

Jiang Luan: "..."

Zhao Zhu looked at Jiang Luan with wide eyes, fearing that Jiang Luan would go back, he quickly added: "Forget it, you are sincere, so I will accept it."

in the library.

When Zheng Hongxi came to report the incident, he saw His Royal Highness King Jin wiping his sword.

Zheng Hongxi is in a particularly good mood recently.

Before, he thought Jiang Luan was a burden. He envied Zhao Minghong very much, and thought it would be great if Meng Zehe liked his own prince, but the prince only had a single muscle for Jiang Luan.

Now, Jiang Luan has transformed into the youngest son of the Meng family, and Meng Zehe is actually a fake, that is, what Concubine Sang made before, all of which were used as wedding dresses for her prince.

My prince really has the foresight.

Zheng Hongxi was in a good mood, and he was very tolerant towards His Highness King Jin, so he stood aside and watched His Highness Jin wipe his sword over and over again.

In the end, Zheng Hongxi couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "My lord, your sword has been polished enough."

Zhao Zhu waited as if it was his words, rather helplessly said: "Jiang Luan gave this sword to me, if I don't cherish it, he will be very sad."

Zheng Hongxi: "..."

The tone is helpless, but that expression, how happy is it!

Zheng Hongxi had a long reflection arc, and he didn't know that he was fed dog food.

……

Meng Zehe felt that he was so talented that he would never fail to survive in the capital.

Soon, however, he discovered that he was wrong.

His praised words were sold on the street, but no one cared about them.

"Good-looking is good-looking, but it doesn't have any characteristics of its own."

"I can also write such words."

Only then did Meng Zehe realize that those praises were based on the fact that he was the son of the Meng family.

Meng Zehe set up a stall to write letters for others, but there are many people in the capital who are literate and illiterate, and they dislike Meng Zehe's high price.

As for playing the piano, he had to go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion to be a luthier, and Meng Zehe couldn't let go of his figure.

And chess can only be used as a pastime, not to make money.

After a few days, Meng Zehe felt very frustrated.

He had the cheek to look for those so-called friends before.

Those people before were all pawing at Meng Zehe and holding him up to the sky, as if treating each other sincerely.

But this time, when Meng Zehe went to look for them, some of them were locked outside the door, and no one could even see them. Some of them would only be ridiculed if they saw them.

Only then did Meng Zehe understand how difficult it is to make money.

In just a few days, he felt a huge gap.

On the fourth day, he didn't go out, but locked himself in the simple room that Zhao Ahua rented.

Zhao Ahua's money was completely searched, so she could only go out to do odd jobs with Zhang Laoliu to earn money.

Zhao Ahua does laundry for others.

You know, over the years, she has rarely been wronged like this!

After marrying Zhang Laoliu, Zhang Laoliu has always raised her, relying on her beauty to eat, and later she became old, and happened to know that Jiang Luan was in Prince Yu's mansion, and took the opportunity to make a fortune. The money was enough, and she basically didn't suffer. .

However, for the sake of his son, he endured it.

Meng Zehe is very picky, he doesn't eat ordinary things, and the food is expensive.

In order to feed their son good food, Zhao Ahua and Zhang Laoliu could only eat bad food.

Meng Zehe's body is weak, and the weather is a little colder, so he needs to add more clothes.

Ordinary fabrics would be uncomfortable to wear on him, so Zhao Ahua and Zhang Laoliu could only do more work and earn more money to buy clothes.

In this way, after a long time, Zhao Ahua couldn't stand it even if it was her own son.

When she handed a steamed bun to Meng Zehe, and Meng Zehe threw the steamed bun at his feet, Zhao Ahua finally broke out.

"You think you are still the son who has no worries about food and clothing!" Zhao Ahua's suppressed vigor emerged, pointing at Meng Zehe and yelling, "It's fine if you can't earn money, and your parents serve you, and you still ask for that?" Yes, don’t even look at our current situation! In order to buy clothes for you, your father and I only eat one meal a day, and you still despise steamed buns! Don’t you want to eat them? Then don’t eat them!”

Meng Zehe looked at them coldly: "Since that's the case, why did you replace me and let me live like that?"

Let him get used to being high, and then let him fall to the clouds.If so, he would rather never have it.

Zhao Ahua was stunned for a moment: "Are you blaming mother? Didn't mother want you to live a good life?!"

Is she still wrong?

Meng Zehe showed a mocking smile, turned his back to Zhao Ahua, and stopped talking.

In the days that followed, Meng Zehe still played with the young master's temper, Zhao Ahua's temper was not so good, and once even wanted to make a move, but Zhang Laoliu held her back.

Another day, a person suddenly knocked on the house where Zhao Ahua's family of three lived.

The man claimed to be the housekeeper of a wealthy businessman, and said that the wealthy businessman was very fond of Meng Zehe, wanted to bring Meng Zehe into his mansion, and was willing to spend a sum of money on Zhao A.

Zhao Ahua was a little repelled at first.

Incorporated into the mansion, isn't that a man's favorite?

Meng Zehe is his own son after all...

However, when the butler told the amount of money, Zhao Ahua was moved.

She's had enough of this.

Working hard to make money outside, but I have to serve a young master when I come back!

The son was originally born by her pregnancy in October, so of course I have the right to decide where she will go!

After Zhao Ahua pondered for a moment, she agreed to that person!

Jiang Luan learned about what happened to Meng Zehe during this time from Zhao Shu.

Jiang Luan listened with gusto.

In fact, these are also within his expectations.

"Some of Meng Zehe's personality is very similar to Zhao Ahua's, and they are all selfish. Although Meng Zehe is her own, but with her selfish personality, she is the most important. So even if it is her own son, what happens is also important. It's not going to get any better." Jiang said in confusion.

This is Jiang Luan's method of revenge.

If he simply killed those three people, he would be too frustrated.

He just wanted Meng Zehe to experience what he had experienced.

Speaking of it this way, the mysterious rich businessman is really a god assist.This is too much of a coincidence, right?

Jiang Luan couldn't help looking at the man beside him: "That rich businessman..."

Zhao Zhi said: "It belongs to the king. The 10 taels of silver notes that Zhao Ahua received will become stolen money. The stolen money is enough to keep her in prison until she grows old."

How can a 10 taels of silver bill become stolen silver?Zhao Zhi is naturally capable of doing this, who made him the king of Jin and held power in his hands?

Zhao Ahua originally thought it was a cheap thing, but never thought it was a trap.

Selling her son and spending the rest of her life in prison is very suitable for Zhao Ahua.

Zhao Zhu said again: "I am afraid that she will be alone in the prison, so I asked Zhang Lao Liu to accompany her."

Jiang Luan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled like a little fox: "My lord is really kind."

Looking at his cute little face, Zhao Zhu felt itchy in his heart: "I learned from you."

Two good people flattered each other.

"My lord, General Meng has barged in!" The guard hurriedly reported.

The next moment, a gust of wind blew by, and Jiang Luan fell into an embrace, with two iron arms tightly encircling him, making him almost out of breath.

Jiang Luan raised his head reluctantly, and saw a heroic and cold face. He was a little older, but his eyes were resolute and maturely handsome.

Jiang Luan blinked at him.

General Meng also looked at the little one in his arms. When he was looking out, he received a letter from his second son, knowing that something big had happened to the Meng family.This matter is too big, even if the second son is reliable, he still doesn't believe it, until he saw Jiang Luan's portrait, he completely believed it.

After finishing his work, he rushed back from Wangye and rushed into Prince Jin's mansion.Now, looking at those moist eyes that resembled his wife, he naturally thought of his wife who passed away many years ago.

No wonder the lady has been refusing to sleep for more than ten years. It turned out that it was his fault for admitting the wrong child.

He was so confused.

There was a tear on Jiang Ran's face.

General Meng stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears on Jiang Ran's face.

"Why are you crying?! Don't cry! Our son of the Meng family won't cry when facing a mountain of corpses!" General Meng's voice was very loud.

Jiang Luan: "..."

Hey, that tear was obviously yours and fell on my face, don't think that loud voice can cover up the fact that you are crying!