When the bank owner tscritgt stepped into the hall, he was even more furious.
His cheeks were bulging like a toad's belly.
His whole body was trembling, but his mouth was very sharp.
He said sternly: "Someone, please pour cold water on him to wake him up." " "My uncle is drunk, so let him sleep.
I'm afraid that if he gets drunk again after waking up, there are no martial arts practitioners in our house, and the guards who look after the house and the courtyard are all General Meng If this happens, you will be the one who suffers."
Xie Qiankun's eyes were filled with slyness, "Master, please think twice."
The owner of the bank is not only Meng Qingshan's father-in-law, but also the richest man in Yunzhou City.
A common problem among rich people is that they cannot lose face in front of outsiders.
Xie Qiankun's words at this time seem to be discouraging, but in fact But adding fuel to the fire Fang Qing couldn't understand why this bank owner, who was as smart as a monkey in the business world, was being grasped by a housekeeper and played with his weak points.
"Don't talk nonsense.
I poured cold water on him today.
I just poured cold water on his father, Meng Linshan.
What can he do to me?
If his Meng family army hadn't relied on the rations I gave him every year, the trees would have fallen and the hozens would have dispersed.
Damn it.
You dare to come here and bully my housekeeper, what are you waiting for?"
The bank owner's face was like a pig's liver, and he cursed angrily.
A group of servants ran out in a panic to carry buckets and draw water from the well.
Fang Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Xue Zilong.
The two looked at each other, confirming their doubts in each other's eyes, and then understood that the Meng family army was really living a humiliating life.
I saw three or five servants carrying log buckets, all wet, running in in a hurry, but no one dared to approach Meng Qingshan, who was snoring like thunder, and they all looked at the bank owner with timid faces.
"Why are you stunned?
Give me a splash to wake him up."
The owner of the bank stamped his feet, and his whole body trembled.
"Crash!"
Several servants poured buckets of cold well water on the tall and muscular Meng Qingshan.
The water flowed along the lines of the armor and soaked a large area of the carpet.
Meng Qingshan wiped the water from his head and face, his resolute face was full of sullen expression, he opened his bloodshot eyes, propped up the table with one hand, stood up suddenly, and said in a low voice like a lion's roar, "My son-in-law."
Come here and be filled with water from my father-in-law's well, so happy and happy."
"I haven't seen you come home all day, Shanshan doesn't care, and I don't even care if Hu'er is sick.
Look at how you look like a father."
The owner of the bank scolded angrily, but his eyes were full of contempt, "A man who knows how to hang around all day long What's there to do in the military camp?"
"Haha" After hearing this, Meng Qingshan looked up to the sky and smiled, "I don't look like a father, but you do.
Are you satisfied with your father-in-law's recent concubine?
She is even younger than Shanshan."
"Shut up and be impudent."
The bank owner was so angry at the unruly Meng Qingshan in front of him that he stammered, "I can't control you, so of course someone can.
Steward, order the accountant to pay the money next month."
Stop the military rations for the Meng family army.
I think my uncle is very powerful, and I am afraid that he will look down on my little military rations. " "Haha, the country of Wu is going to be in dire straits.
I'm afraid your food will grow wings and fly away one day."
Although Meng Qingshan's laughter was free and easy, it was difficult to suppress a helpless sadness.
Fang Qing looked at Meng Qingshan in front of her.
Although he was rebellious, there was a kind of determination and silence in his eyes that was similar to the unruly Zhao Zhi.
Like the continuous mountains in the dark night, like the rolling sea in the morning light, it was tragic and heroic.
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Screaming, like a beast in danger in the forest.
Looking at Xue Zilong again, he was silent.
In the dark crane eyes, there was a light like a bright starry sky, like a soldier who was about to bravely fight the enemy and go to the battlefield.
Although his eyes were murderous, there was a feeling between heaven and earth. of righteousness.
"This is the man-child."
Fang Qing's heart suddenly trembled, and she felt choked for a moment.
"Good for you Meng Qingshan, good for you Meng Qingshan."
The former owner of the village was shaking with anger, his face was pale, and he couldn't take a breath.
He fell backwards with a plop and rolled to the ground.
Xie Qiankun and a group of servants were frightened and were in a hurry.
They surrounded him, pinched him, and poured cold water on him.
Fang Qing looked impatiently at the group of people working around and scolded, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."
After saying that, he took out the golden needle from his sleeve and applied it gently on the Baihui of the Qianzhuang Master.
After a while, the Qianzhuang Master slightly opened his swollen eyes, breathing hard, staring at the man standing in front of him like a copper wall.
Meng Qingshan said in a trembling voice, "I'm so angry.
I'm so angry.
If Shanshan hadn't insisted on marrying you, I would never have had a son-in-law like you."
Meng Qingshan's eyes were empty.
He didn't glance sideways at the bank owner.
The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted with disdain, and he snorted coldly in his nose, "Where's Hu'er?"
Seeing that the stalemate continued like this, Fang Qing was afraid that tonight's plan would be ruined, so she winked at Xue Zilong.
Xue Zilong stepped forward and helped the owner of the bank to sit down in the front seat, and said to Xie Qiankun who was beside him, "Steward Xie, my father wants to do some examinations for your uncle.
It's just related, so I would like to ask my uncle to go to my father's room."
Fang Qing straightened her slightly hunched body and stopped in front of Meng Qingshan, who smelled of alcohol.
"My uncle has a good figure.
He is a martial arts practitioner at first glance.
I have already diagnosed Hu'er's disease.
Now I need my uncle to do it."
Please cooperate with me and give me a scoop or two of blood.
My uncle is willing to give it."
Meng Qingshan had a gloomy face and glanced sideways at Fang Qing, as if he were looking at a gangster selling dog-skin plasters.
He snorted, "I, Meng Qingshan, am on the battlefield.
I have never experienced life or death.
How can I be afraid of just a scoop or two of blood?"
"Then please follow me."
After saying that, he nodded deeply towards Xue Zilong, "Xiaoxue, go back to the room and prepare the medicine tray."
Back in the room, it was already dark.
Meng Qingshan, who had been working hard all day, was obviously a little tired.
He sat crookedly on a low stool with a candlestick tray, took off his armor, and his angular profile looked beautiful in the flickering candlelight.
It was cold, but his brows were furrowed, as if ten thousand kinds of sadness were gathering on his forehead.
"Uncle, the dagger has been disinfected.
Should you cut it yourself or should I?"
Xue Zilong handed over a cold and delicate dagger.
Fang Qing was immersed in Meng Qingshan's profile before she woke up.
She saw Xue Zilong hand over a dagger that had been burned with fire, and took another closer look.
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What's that dagger?
Isn't that dagger the iron-blooded military talisman of Zhao Zhi?
Isn't the dagger kept on his body?
Why did it end up in Xue Zilong's hands, and even handed it to Meng Qingshan.
If this was recognized, wouldn't it make him angry?
Fang Qing felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
She was about to step forward and grab the dagger, but she never thought that Meng Qingshan was one step ahead of her and held the dagger in his hand.
"I'll do it myself, I won't bother the girl to do anything."
A bright dagger, with its sharp edge sticking tightly to Meng Qingshan's arm like an ice knife, traces of bright red seeped out instantly.
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