In broad daylight, early in the morning, Meng Tong was playing blind man's tricks with the maidservants in the mansion. As soon as Wei Fu and Long Yin climbed over the wall, they heard Meng Tong's hoarse voice: "Qiao'er, where are you?"
A hot woman wearing very little clothes said in a delicate voice: "Sir, I am here!"
"Come and catch me~~~"
Meng Tong pounced on the woman, grabbed her accurately, and then...
Then Wei Fu didn't know what happened because her eyes were covered by Long Yin's hands.
Wei Fu blinked and wanted to speak, but she knew that being invisible did not mean she could be silent, so she held back.
Long Yin stood on the wall and threw something at Meng Tong, but Meng Tong didn't feel anything.
After throwing the things away, Long Yin took Wei Fu away.
He felt like his eyes were going to rot after seeing the following scene.
He took Wei Fu away from Meng Tong's yard and stopped only after he was sure that he could no longer hear those strange noises.
Wei Fu asked doubtfully, "Didn't we agree to watch the fun? Now we don't want to watch anymore?"
"Let's wait until King Zhao comes back. There's nothing interesting over there right now. It's all just dirty stuff."
Wei Fu scratched his head, half-comprehending, and asked, "Little brother, that sister is wearing so little, isn't she really cold?"
Long Yin: “…”
"For them, warmth or coldness may not be the most important thing!"
Meng Tong was only fourteen years old. Although some men in this world got married at the age of fifteen, this age was too young for Long Yin.
His father, mother, and sisters all told him that boys can fall in love early, but it should be a simple romantic relationship and not involve having children.
Meng Tong is even younger than the crown prince, but he is obsessed with women. Sooner or later he will suffer the consequences.
Oh, no, it’s not too late.
King Zhao returned very quickly, wanting to share the good news with his concubine and precious son.
Meng Tong was in the middle of a passionate fight with the woman when he heard the servants announce that King Zhao had returned. He immediately said unhappily, "Why are you back so early today?"
The man, despite Meng Tong's anger, said excitedly, "Good news, Master. The prince is very happy to return. It should be your turn to be the crown prince. The emperor has agreed."
Meng Tong's eyes lit up and the anger in his heart immediately dissipated. He quickly put on his clothes and made himself look presentable before going to see King Zhao.
Wei Fu and Long Yin sat on the roof, looking at the man who looked completely different from before. Wei Fu muttered quietly, "No wonder King Zhao was deceived. Now he looks like a real person."
Long Yin said with amusement, "Isn't he Uncle Zhao Wang now?"
Wei Fu rolled his eyes rudely: "He is not my uncle. He doesn't like me. If he doesn't like me, then of course he is not my uncle."
"Besides, he wasn't born to my grandmother, so it's normal for him to dislike me and for me not to consider him my uncle."
When Meng Tong met King Zhao, he politely saluted him and said with a face full of shame, "My son is incompetent and has not caught the eye of my uncle, the emperor. This has caused my father to work so hard for me."
In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was: He was obviously the son with the most military power back then, but now he has fallen to such a state that he has to go to the door every day to beg for the position of prince. He is really a piece of trash.
No wonder he messed up a good hand and missed the throne in vain, which caused him to have a low status and have to kowtow to the prince.
King Zhao heard these two voices at the same time. He didn't react for a moment and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"
Meng Tong's expression became increasingly self-blaming. "My son says it's all my fault for being incompetent and not being loved by the Emperor's uncle. That's why I, your father, have to work so hard to run around for you and endure the Emperor's uncle's anger."
However, what he was thinking was: I haven’t even reached the age of immortality yet, so why can’t I hear anymore?
King Zhao didn't react at first, but after the second goal, he naturally reacted.
He now heard two voices.
Both voices belonged to his son. He didn't know why this happened suddenly, but...
He stared at Meng Tong and said, "The emperor will have the Ministry of Rites deliver an imperial edict the day after tomorrow. After receiving the edict, you will definitely come to the palace to express your gratitude. Your calligraphy has always been excellent. You should write a piece of calligraphy at home in the next two days and give it to the emperor as a thank you gift."
Meng Tong said respectfully, "Yes, Father, I will never bring shame to you."
But what I was thinking in my heart was: I have finally got the position of Crown Prince, and I can let my mother continue to fool this old man to let him give me the position of King Zhao as soon as possible.
hehe……
Those words were not written by me at all, but it doesn’t matter.
No one in this mansion can surpass me, no one!!
Although King Zhao was honest and straightforward, he was not completely mentally retarded. He saw that Meng Tong's lips only moved a few times, but the other voice he heard lasted for a long time.
He knew that the longer voice was the voice in Meng Tong's heart.
It turned out that his favorite and most respected son actually looked at him and thought of him in this way.
hehe……
Old thing!
What an old thing.
He suppressed his rage and took a sip of tea. "It seems like I haven't seen you write for a long time. Please write a piece for me first."
Meng Tong looked at King Zhao fiercely: "Father, I..."
He was thinking frantically about how to avoid writing in front of King Zhao. Now that he said his hand was injured, it was definitely not possible because he had just agreed to send a letter to the emperor.
He talked to me for a long time but couldn't figure out what I was talking about.
I couldn’t help but curse in my heart: You old bastard, why did you suddenly go crazy and want to watch me write!
His own handwriting is so bad, what can he see?
Meng Tong's mother, Lady Lan, scolded him with a smile, "You fool! I've spent a long time trying to figure out how to care for your father."
"Aren't you the one who's been in the kitchen preparing breakfast for your father? You're saying that he goes to the palace every day for your affairs and that he feels really bad for your father."
"You can say anything in front of me, but why can't you even say something like, 'Let your father have breakfast first' in front of him? "
Prince Zhao also held an official position, so he had to attend court in the morning. After court, he went to see the emperor, but Prince Zhong also went to see him. As a junior, he let Prince Zhong go first. It was indeed so late that he had not had breakfast yet.
If it were in the past, he would have felt extremely comforted to hear these words from his concubine, but now he finds it ridiculous.
Although he did not hear what his concubine was thinking, he knew from his good son's heart what he looked like in the eyes of his concubine.
Meng Tong quickly echoed his mother's words, saying, "My son is stupid. I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me, father."
But what I was thinking in my heart was: My mother is smart and she was able to fool me.
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