Chapter 592 Simulation Exercise 3
"..."
Meng Yi gripped his longsword tightly, looking at the eldest son not far away with a hesitant expression.
He could act without hesitation against the fake Zhang Liang; but against Fusu, he couldn't be sure if the eldest son would enter the training ground. Even with only a one in ten thousand chance, he couldn't bring himself to attack.
"Come here, what are you thinking about?"
Fusu was still waving at him, urging him on.
Meng Yi's struggles and doubts were all seen by the people outside the screen. Han Fei and Li Si exchanged a glance. Li Si was right after all; Meng Yi's weakness was too obvious.
Even if he had a good relationship with the eldest son, the eldest son would not let this go. Or rather, it was precisely because of their good relationship that Fusu had higher expectations of Meng Yi.
I wonder if Meng Yi can get through this... Thinking of this, Han Fei subconsciously looked at Zhang Liang. This is Meng Yi's problem, but it is also Zifang's problem.
Zhang Liang looked up, remaining silent. He could understand Meng Yi's dilemma and the young master's intentions, but even if he saw things clearly, he knew that if he were in Meng Yi's shoes, he wouldn't be able to make a decision immediately either.
Planning things is difficult, but planning things is difficult. Zhang Liang had only one thought in his mind: "I can't do it." He really couldn't and couldn't raise his sword against the eldest son.
At this moment, Ying Zheng sat on the high platform, observing the expressions of everyone in the hall, gently turning the ring on his finger, lost in thought. The excessive praise for Fusu wasn't limited to Meng Yi alone; and this action of his was a test for far more than just Meng Yi. If it were him…
What was Zifang's nickname?
Meng Yi suddenly asked, and Fu Su across from him was taken aback, revealing a slightly surprised expression. Under Meng Yi's watchful gaze, he smiled helplessly, "So you doubt my identity? Don't you recognize me?"
Meng Yi tensed up, gritting his teeth as he pressed, "What did you say your name is?"
At this moment, he couldn't say whether he hoped the other party would answer or not.
“Xiao Lou,” Fu Su sighed, looking at Meng Yi with the indulgent gaze one would give a child, “because we hope he grows taller rather than as long and wide as a house, so we call him Xiao Lou.”
The serious atmosphere was ruined by a single sentence from Fusu.
Regardless of whether his identity is true or false, everyone off-screen looking at Zhang Liang at this moment invariably scrutinized his height and physique, unable to suppress an expression of "I see."
Zhang Liang: "..." Meng Yi is just harassing him, isn't he? Can't he ask something else?
Obviously, it is possible.
Even after receiving a definite answer, Meng Yi remained unconvinced. Instead, his expression grew even more serious, and he asked again, "What was a famous saying my grandfather once gave?"
Off-screen, Meng Ao, Meng Wu, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. What famous saying did he have? How come they didn't know it?
Then, on the screen, Fusu said, "Who will grow old, me or the King?"
As if to further confirm his identity, Fusu continued to explain: "These are the words of General Meng that you quoted when you were promoting the health exercises. I said that they could become his famous sayings and that the Grand Historian had them recorded in the historical archives."
"!" Meng Ao suddenly turned his head to look at the Grand Astrologer. The Grand Astrologer touched his nose sheepishly, looking completely innocent. "You know, I couldn't refuse the eldest son, and I didn't distort the facts—"
"..." Following Zhang Liang, Meng Ao was defeated by his own grandson Meng Yi's sharp tongue, and Meng Yi's defeat was not over yet.
"Why is the eldest son closer to Han Fei than Li Si?"
Upon hearing this question, Li Si and Han Fei became concerned.
“Because Han Fei is easier to fool than Li Si… no, more useful!” Fusu smiled slyly, his expression incredibly vivid. “You know, without Mr. Han, who will help me handle government affairs?”
"..." Han Fei fell silent. Being treated so intimately by the eldest son suddenly made him feel unhappy. Even if this eldest son was a fake, the words were real; it was definitely the eldest son's tone!
Li Si smiled. He could completely accept this reason. To be honest, wasn't it precisely because of this that he was able to get along amicably with Han Fei?
At this moment, everyone in Zhangtai Hall had only one thought: Stop asking questions, Meng Yi, and stop using your supernatural powers!
Why is it that when Meng Yi participates in a competition, it's them who are worried and embarrassed?
Meng Yi didn't ask any more questions, and as if he had been persuaded, he slowly walked over.
Fusu flashed a bright smile, "Is everything alright now? Hurry up, we still have other places to go!"
“We really need to go somewhere else,” Meng Yi stopped three steps away from him, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with a complicated expression.
Looking at the familiar face opposite him, which exuded an unguarded composure, Meng Yi no longer hesitated, drew his sword, and swiftly pierced through his body.
Both the team members behind Meng Yi and the officials watching from outside the screen were taken aback by his decisiveness, and some even caused a commotion.
Fusu held different meanings for everyone, to the point that even the team members who strictly adhered to military regulations and demanded the same of themselves couldn't help but develop suspicions and murderous intent towards Meng Yi's actions.
"Why? I was right about everything."
Seeing the look of shock and pain on that face, Meng Yi suppressed the urge to draw his sword and said slowly, word by word, "What you said is all correct, but Young Master Chang never needs to prove his identity with answers. I understand Young Master Chang as well as Young Master Chang understands me."
His astonishment turned into a faint smile, and the wounds on the "Fusu" in front of him gradually began to fade, the feigned pain gone. He tilted his head slightly and asked curiously, "So, you recognized him from the very beginning?"
Meng Yi remained silent.
"You can't bring yourself to do it?"
With a question tinged with certainty, Meng Yi glanced at the sword still inside his body and said, "I succeeded."
Avoiding his questions, Meng Yi only stated the results.
Fusu suddenly smiled, a hint of appreciation and teasing in his eyes, "That's right, congratulations, you succeeded!"
Meng Yi's eyes widened suddenly; this was truly the tone and expression of the eldest son!
Before he could react, Fusu reached out and grasped the sword embedded in his body. "You did the right thing. No matter who the enemy is, show no mercy."
After saying that, he drew his longsword, which turned into snow mist and instantly dissipated. Meng Yi, who was moving so fast, reached out to grab it, but he couldn't catch anything.
"Young Master..."
A long silence fell both on and off the screen.
Ying Zheng frowned uncomfortably; he hadn't expected that Fusu's consciousness would actually land on the dummy.
Fusu has sacrificed so much… Ying Zheng’s gaze swept over everyone, and he said in a deep voice, “I hope you will take this as a warning.”
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