Chapter 570 Health Preservation Exercises

"Who will grow old, me or the king?"

"Father, are you sick from overwork?"

Meng Ao slapped away Meng Wu's hand that was trying to touch his forehead, glared at him, and said, "Speak!"

Meng Wu turned around, looked around the room, and said, "Father, don't treat yourself too badly. I'll buy you a bronze mirror tomorrow."

"Your mouth has certainly improved quite a bit. You've been eavesdropping on lectures from various schools of thought quite a bit while on patrol lately, haven't you?"

Meng Ao rolled his eyes at him, stroked his beard, and declared confidently, "Therefore, it's the king's fault!"

"Father, have you had enough of living? Do you want to take the entire Meng family down to rest?"

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Meng Ao's tiger-like eyes widened: "Can't you think of anything good? You don't understand anything, just looking at you annoys me, get out!"

Meng Wu looked at him with a troubled expression, "Father, I dare not roll away like this. I'm afraid that if I roll away, we will meet again at the execution ground."

Meng Ao didn't bother looking at his ugly face, and turned to leave without hiding his disgust: "If you're not leaving, I'm leaving."

"No, please!" Meng Wu quickly reached out and grabbed him. His father was like a child again. Helpless, Meng Wu could only gently persuade him, "Father, you know I'm not good with words. Just tell me what's on your mind."

Enraged, Meng Ao turned and glared at him, "Don't be so good with your words!"

After saying that, he wasn't actually very angry. Thinking about the king's unusual behavior, he still tried to explain to Meng Wu. Although he wasn't very bright, what if, just in case, he suddenly had a brain at that moment?

Completely unaware of his father's inner thoughts, Meng Wu listened to his explanation, his expression indescribable. "Father, do you mean that the King's question has a deeper meaning, but you haven't figured it out?"

Meng Ao nodded, his expression serious: "Of course, His Majesty is usually a man of few words, and every word and action he takes has a profound meaning. He wouldn't suddenly ask a meaningless question!"

Recalling the king's previous words and actions, he couldn't help but nod. After thinking for a while, under Meng Ao's expectant gaze, he scratched his head and said, "Um... is it possible, I mean, could it be... that the king was just asking casually?"

"How is that possible!"

Meng Ao refused to believe it and became increasingly annoyed with Meng Wu. He waved his hand at him and said, "What use are you? Go away!"

Meng Wu was unconvinced and, in a fit of anger, dragged his two sons over. If his son was useless, surely his son's sons would be useful? Two of them!

"..." Upon receiving the urgent message, the Meng brothers, Meng Tian and Meng Yi, exchanged a helpless glance, thinking that something serious had happened.

Meng Tian carefully chose his words before speaking, "If Father is so worried, why not just ask? The King is not a petty person. If there is something he truly wants Father to do, wouldn't it be better to ask directly?"

"No use! Next one!"

Meng Ao disdainfully pushed Meng Tian aside and looked at Meng Yi.

Meng Yi, the only remaining hope of the Meng family, paused for a moment and looked at the three of them with a puzzled expression: "For the king to express such sentiments, it must be related to the eldest son. Even if it's not related, the eldest son must know something. Just ask him."

"..." The three looked at each other, and it seemed that there was some truth to it.

Meng Ao looked at his grandson in surprise and patted him hard on the shoulder: "Good lad, all the brains in the Meng family are in you!"

Meng Yi couldn't help but smile, trying to be modest: "No, it's probably because I spend more time with the eldest son."

Meng Wu and Meng Tian exchanged a glance, confirming each other's feelings. Meng Tian then looked kindly at his younger brother, "Yi, since that's the case, I'll leave the task of finding out information from the eldest young master to you."

Meng Wu: "That's right, your father has high hopes for you!"

"I?"

Before Meng Yi could refuse, Meng Ao patted him on the shoulder again: "Your grandfather also thinks highly of you!"

Meng Yi: "..."

Then, the "hope of the Meng family," feeling helpless and somewhat embarrassed, approached Fusu.

"Meng Yi!"

"Young Master..."

Before Meng Yi could speak, Fu Su enthusiastically pulled him to exercise together, saying, "You've come at the perfect time, come and practice the health exercises with me."

"Health exercises?" Meng Yi looked confused.

"That's right, at your age, it's the perfect time to focus on health!"

Fusu's attitude was firm, while Meng Yi doubted himself. How old was he?

At that moment, he seemed to have roughly understood the king's question.

Zhang Liang, who was standing to the side, wanted to comfort Meng Yi, but even when he stood on tiptoe, he still couldn't reach his shoulder. He was too tall, friend. He was only 4 years older than him. Why did he grow up so fast?

Zhang Liang casually withdrew his hand, suddenly realizing that Fusu's words made some sense; calling Xiaolou more often would be quite nice.

"Don't worry, the eldest young master says this to everyone."

Meng Yi understood and cooperated by practicing the health-preserving exercises with the eldest son.

Then, upon returning home, he was met with three pairs of curious eyes. Meng Yi's eyes darted around, and he immediately asked, "Am I old?"

"ah?"

Meng Ao and the other two looked at each other, wondering if this was some kind of essential question.

Seeing Meng Yi's upturned lips, Meng Ao snorted coldly. If he can't handle the king, he can handle you.

"Meng Wu, your son!"

When Meng Wu was called upon, he naturally looked at Meng Tian: "Meng Tian, ​​your younger brother!"

Meng Tian sighed, and under Meng Yi's horrified gaze, rolled up his sleeves. "Yi, come here—"

"I'm not coming!"

Meng Yi immediately turned to run, but Meng Tian reached out and grabbed his shoulder, flipping him over. The two then started fighting in the lobby.

To be precise, Meng Yi was being completely dominated by Meng Tian. Meanwhile, Meng Ao and Meng Wu watched with great interest, occasionally offering their own commentary.

Meng Yi was so angry that his ears turned red. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the eldest son's joking health exercise. With a twist of his wrist and a push, his brother flew out... flew out?!