At this time, another young man with white face said,

"Meng Wen is no longer worth worrying about.

This time he was defeated by Shi Shaoxia and he will never be able to appear in front of us in a short period of time.

And he may not have the shame to act in power in front of us anymore.

On the contrary, Meng Zhao, the second wife of the Meng family, has been very powerful recently. I wonder if you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat man holding an ice bag on the next table was still hot and sweating-filled, and said,

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Others don't know about Meng Zhao's name, but we don't know about it yet?

The emperor's decree that year touched countless people's hearts.

Grass, I haven't forgotten the old ghost in my family yet, I want to stuff me into one of the thirty-six people. I'm just seeing a ghost.

I asked me to say that this is a bad luck. I haven’t enjoyed a few days of good days, so I went to the temple to worship Buddha and recite scriptures.

Thinking about it now, this person is also sad.

If it were me, I wouldn't be able to stand it for ten years."

Fatty's words have been recognized by many people.

After all, they are all of the same generation. The Emperor Xuan Paper, which was in full swing at the beginning, was even more popular among the world. Who doesn’t know?

Besides, Meng Zhao, in the temple, there is no wine or meat to eat, and no women to sleep, and there is no basic demand for life, let alone other things.

Anyway, they can't adapt

The white-faced young man seemed to be incompatible with the fat man. Seeing that others agreed with his point of view, he spoke out,

"You want to go, but they have to ask for it too?

Haven't you listened to the emperor's will?

The turmoil in China, frequent catastrophes, and natural disasters are coming, which is caused by the turmoil and restlessness of the stars in the sky.

Therefore, we need to suppress it with noble spirit and pray for blessings and well-being.

The thirty-six people selected by the Emperor were personally selected by Zhang Tianshi, the contemporary imperial imperial prison.

All the family are noble and honored for generations, and everyone has noble destiny.

You think this is a chore, but you don’t know that such a chore is not something you can do just by wanting to do.

Furthermore, look at the fact that people have achieved success and achieved fame. They have become one of the 36 guards of Tiangang specially built by the Emperor. Qingguibi is a third-rank official, and can enter the capital to meet the saints and go directly to Tianting. How many people are there in Jizhou?"

As soon as they said this, everyone became sour again and their faces were not very good-looking.

They all rely on their family to protect and support them, and they are considered borers.

A few of them are also restricted by their elders and have no freedom. They are even more distant from success or fame.

Looking at him, he is only eighteen years old and has reached the peak of his life.

From this perspective, it seems that it is not bad to spend ten years to earn your current wealth and status!

Especially for most of them, they have money but no power or status, and they yearn for such noble rewards that can greatly satisfy their vanity.

The young master Wu who had a mole between his eyebrows at the beginning showed displeasure.

"My surname is Hong, what do you mean by saying these things? Do you envy Meng Zhaoxianqiu and want to surrender to you?

If this is the case, you don't have to say this on the table.

I secretly lick Meng Zhao, who can say something bad about you!

It's a bad luck to disrupt everyone's fun here."

The white-faced young man became even more anxious and stood up from the soft cotton blanket and said angrily,

"If you are surnamed Wu, don't slander people and provoke trouble.

If I really want to rely on the Meng family, why should I come here to celebrate?"

"That's right, maybe someone is pretending to be a fellow, but actually sneakily spy on intelligence for the Meng family?"

After Mr. Wu finished speaking, another person stood up and helped Mr. Baimian Hong speak...

For a moment, there were noisy and noisy in the entire bamboo building, and it was divided into two factions, making a big fuss.

The sound of the piano, the sound of the flute, and the graceful dance postures they played, they retreated without realizing it.

Shi Siming watched coldly and shook his head secretly. Even though the enemy was still there, his own people were fighting in the nest. It was better not to have such a mob.

Sun Chuanxing's face also slowly changed, and he began to be fashionable and had a smile. Then his smile gradually disappeared, his brows frowned, his thin lips were pursed, and finally he burst out with anger and could not stop it. He swept the wine glass in front of him, awakening everyone with a clang.

"What a quarrel? Do I have to build a ring so that you can go up and gesture, and beat one to death?"

He is worthy of being the backbone of this group of characters. When he got angry, others immediately calmed down, dared not talk nonsense, and the atmosphere eased.

The white-faced young man named Hong was the center of the quarrel and clasped his fists.

"Young Master Sun is not making unreasonable trouble, but he clearly reminds you with kindness, but has become a target for some people. I'm so angry, please forgive me."

After saying that, without waiting for Sun Chuanxing's attitude, he glanced at everyone present and said,

"I received news before that Hu Yingming, the second son of Hu Baiwan's family in the city, had a conflict with Meng Zhao.

It is not clear what the specific reason is, but it is inevitable that there is a rift between the two.

Meng Zhao's reaction was also very direct, and he rushed over with the innate master. Under the nose of Liu Song of Xiyu Jian, he tied up Hu Yingming.

It doesn’t count if you humiliate me. Later, if you want to release someone, you have to take out the antique treasures from the house to redeem them.

I just wanted to ask, even Hu Yingming was in Meng Zhao's hands.

Please ask yourself, if you really have a conflict with him, can you hold on?

I said I should pay attention to this person, it was completely a kindhearted person. If you don’t believe it, you should just think I’ve farted.”

The fat man who had sang against him before did not deliberately find fault this time, but added,

"I also heard some rumors about this, but I thought it was a blind message from others.

It’s true that Meng Zhao likes antique treasures.

Before, he sent someone to buy an antique vase from the Imperial Ming Dynasty from my shop, and spent a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, this guy became even more aggressive and even started kidnapping. He was really not a thing."

At this time, another person interrupted and mocked,

"Then what good thing do you think the Meng family is? Their ancestors also had a nickname called Meng Tufhe. You can imagine how it is, but the root is not correct.

If it weren’t for the good luck and gaining momentum, how could the Meng family be today?”

"That's right, the most hateful thing is that the people of the Meng family shamelessly regard themselves as descendants of the Sub-Saint and raise their family style. I have never seen such a generous person."...

For a moment, the style of painting changed again, from the previous quarrels between each other to the same hatred of the enemy and the words of the Meng family were both hurt.

Of course, it was just a mouth-breaking thing. If I were in front of Meng Zhao, I wouldn't even dare to fart.

Think about it, Hu Baiwan's son was tied up by him. Not only was he humiliated, he had to redeem himself with something.

Until now, the Hu family has not made any noise, and has never spoken of revenge.

Not to mention the family where these people are located, if they are beaten, it will be useless if they are beaten.

Shi Siming listened with relish, and he didn't understand many things. He only realized the hidden truth after listening to these people's words and words.
Chapter completed!