Chapter 199 To vent his anger, Lord Meng crippled three generations of the Yang family!
Meng Shilan felt like she had a very, very long dream.
It was as if she had reviewed her entire life.
Every day someone feeds her slightly bitter soups and broths, and her mouth has become bland.
She, who never craves food, has no idea how much she wants roast chicken, grilled meat, spicy braised dishes, fried cakes...
And there's the constant nagging in her ear.
Like a mosquito that you can't get rid of.
She felt that if she didn't open her eyes, she wouldn't die from the fall, but from being annoyed to death.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was two little heads.
"Mother is awake!"
"Mother!"
Fu'er and Pangxi cheered eagerly.
Behind the two small heads was that aged face.
I saw him in my dream when he was middle-aged, and now I suddenly realize that he is already so old.
Meng Shilan weakly raised her hand and touched the faces of her two children.
Finally, her gaze fell on Meng Yushan.
She slowly raised the corners of her lips and called out the name she often used in her childhood.
"Grandpa."
Meng Yushan was taken aback at first, and tears welled up in his eyes. Then he responded in a trembling voice.
"Hey!"
Since the siblings recognized their ancestors and returned to their clan, not one of them has ever called him by his name.
He thought this was how his life would be.
He wronged too many people in his life.
Perhaps this is divine retribution for him.
Unexpectedly, one day he would hear the familiar voice of "Grandpa" again.
It's like that little girl who would stretch out her arms and call out, "Grandpa, hug me!"
"General, Lord Yang has arrived."
Guo Fan stood at the door and reported back.
Yang Gao had come many times, but had been turned away each time.
Upon hearing that Lord Meng had returned, he immediately brought his son and an apology.
Meng Yushan's face darkened.
He then looked at Zhou Congxian, "Go and get that little rascal..."
Meng Yushan paused. There were still two children in the room, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.
"Bring that kid here to me."
He stood up, leaning on his cane, and looked at Meng Shilan, who had just woken up. "Grandpa will definitely avenge you."
Yang Gao brought many generous gifts when he visited.
He had previously sent things to his door several times, but was always turned away.
Only after Meng Yushan returned today did he personally bring gifts to visit.
A few days ago, he went to the palace to ask His Majesty for a decision, but His Majesty pointed his finger at him and scolded him severely.
The Northwest Battalion was stationed near Mengyu Mountain.
The Meng family was known for its loyalty and bravery; all five sons died on the battlefield, and even their grandson was killed in retaliation by enemy spies.
We can't tolerate anyone bullying the younger generation we finally found!
His Majesty stated frankly that regardless of whether General Cheng from the south was behind the matter, it was inextricably linked to his family's failure to properly educate their son.
Yang Gao has been so depressed at home these days that he can't sleep.
The grandson is the only son, the son has taken several concubines, and the daughter has given birth to several children, but none of them have a grandson.
He was determined to protect his grandson no matter what.
Meng Yushan walked in slowly.
The sound of his cane thumping against his heart was like a gentle tap.
Yang Gao, along with his son, Young Master Yang, performed a grand salute.
"Your humble servant Yang Gao greets Lord Meng."
Yang Gao was a first-rank official, while Meng Yushan was a super-first-rank official.
When the two meet, they simply raise their hands in a gesture of greeting.
But today, when he came to visit, he adopted a very humble attitude for the sake of his grandson.
Meng Yushan's expression remained cold, and he did not urge him to get up.
"Lord Yang wanted to let this go by kneeling down, but he felt that I was too old to lift a knife."
Yang Gao choked for a moment, but he admitted that he had knelt down voluntarily.
Meng Yushan not only didn't tell him to get up, but also spoke to him like that.
Now he was kneeling like a child who had made a mistake.
Yang Gao couldn't bear the loss of face, and just as he lifted one leg to stand up.
A cane pressed down on his shoulder.
His shoulders felt as if they weighed a ton, and the leg he had just lifted was pressed back down.
Although Meng Yushan was old, the murderous aura he had developed on the battlefield was something that ordinary people could not withstand.
Moreover, this applies to civil officials like Yang Gao.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Meng Yushan, "Lord Meng is going too far..."
"Who exactly is going too far?" Meng Yushan's sharp eyes fixed on him.
"I'm a rough man, I only know how to repay a debt with a debt of gratitude."
He lowered his cane and tapped Yang Gao's leg.
"An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg!"
Yang Gao was still kneeling in humiliation, saying, "Does Lord Meng intend to place all the blame on my Yang family?"
"Yang Yutang is just a ten-year-old child. Even if he made a mistake, did he orchestrate everything?"
Meng Yushan: "I know you mean General Cheng."
"But I like to calculate accounts one by one."
"He can't escape, and you won't escape either."
His face suddenly turned cold, and he raised his heavy cane, which swept towards him with a howling wind.
Yang Gao's expression changed, and he was so frightened that he moved backward repeatedly.
"father!"
Young Master Yang, his face pale, threw himself onto his father.
The gust of wind suddenly stopped right next to his head.
Young Master Yang's heart almost stopped for a second, and his face was covered in sweat.
The pain I was waiting for didn't come; instead, I heard my son's voice, choked with sobs.
"Grandfather! Father!"
Yang Yutang, who had been imprisoned for ten days, had lost a lot of weight.
Yang Gao and Young Master Yang both turned to look at the doorway.
"Yu Tang!"
Yang Yutang tried to rush over, but Guo Fan grabbed him by the collar.
Meng Yushan glanced at the young boy at the door and said, "Look carefully, this is someone who will take the blame for you."
Right in front of Yang Gao and Yang Yutang, he smashed Young Master Yang's leg!
A series of agonizing screams echoed throughout the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.
Yang Yutang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
Yang Gao held his son, who was almost unconscious, and glared at him angrily.
"Meng Yushan!"
Meng Yushan put away his cane and glanced at the three members of the Yang family.
"I will not harm a child, for it would be an unfair victory."
"It's not worth it to hit you. You're like me, already halfway to the grave."
"Your son is just right."
Yang Gao hadn't expected Meng Yushan to be so disrespectful to him, and he pointed at him with a trembling finger.
"I will appeal to the Emperor! You have abused your power and seriously injured a high-ranking official!"
Young Master Yang is a lecturer in the Hanlin Academy, with a bright future ahead of him, and he will surely enter the cabinet in the future.
But now I've injured my leg.
If he becomes lame in the future, his future will be ruined!
Meng Yushan stood up. He was tall and spoke in a booming voice, which was very imposing.
"Then you see, does His Majesty intend to discard this old man, or rather, a mere lecturer!"
Yang Gao's lips twitched.
Ulsan is currently in turmoil, and no one knows whether fighting will break out again in the future.
Moreover, Yang Yutang was in the wrong to begin with.
Why would His Majesty punish Meng Yushan at this critical juncture?
Yang Gao felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe, and finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, losing consciousness completely.
The three men of the Yang family.
When they went back, they had to carry them back.
Rumors quickly spread throughout the capital that Lord Meng had crippled three generations of the Yang family in order to avenge his granddaughter!
Those gossipy people in the capital were given a stern warning!
Even the young monkeys studying at the Imperial Academy were warned to stay away from the children of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.
Regardless of who their father is, if their ancestor is Meng Yushan, then don't mess with them.
Meng Shilan didn't know how she vented her anger.
All I know is that Shuang'er's face has been beaming with joy these past two days.
When I was giving her the medicine, I was so excited that I almost fed it up her nose.
"You're so happy, but you didn't tell me."
Shuang'er smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Meng Gong instructed me not to tell you, lest it affect your mood."
Meng Shilan simply ignored them.
Her leg was severely injured, and bamboo strips were still attached to it.
She had been lying in the house for too long and couldn't stand it anymore, so she wanted to go out for a walk.
Zhou Congxian directly brought in the best craftsman from the Ministry of Works to make a special wooden wheelchair.
There's an extra wooden frame that allows you to stretch your legs out.
Zhou Congxian pushed the wheelchair in front of her.
"How about it."
Seeing his smug expression, Meng Shilan couldn't help but glance at him.
"It wasn't you who did it, what are you so proud of?"
Zhou Congxian said, "I didn't make it, but I found a craftsman to do it. You can try it first."
Before Meng Shilan could react, he easily lifted her up by putting his hands under her armpits and under her knees.
"So light!"
He gently placed her in the wheelchair.
Meng Shilan belatedly glanced at the entrance and saw only two maids sweeping the courtyard.
She glared at him, her ears slightly red.
"Mother!"
Fu'er came back skipping and hopping, holding two candied hawthorns high in her hands.
"Mother, my grandfather bought it for me!"
Ever since Meng Shilan and Meng Yushan broke the ice, Meng Yushan has been spoiling the child to an extreme degree.
Don't even mention that Fu'er said she wanted it.
As soon as Fu'er glanced at it, the thing appeared in the mansion within an hour.
Fortunately, Little Fatty can't talk yet.
Xuan'er followed behind, each holding two candied hawthorns in her hand.
"Auntie, I have one too!"
The smiles on the two little girls' faces were as bright as little suns.
Meng Yushan, who followed behind, was still the same as always, leaning on his cane and looking stern.
Guo Ziyu and Guo Fang, who followed him, fared much worse.
The two of them were covered in bags and packages!
Meng Shilan glanced at the several paper kites in Guo Fang's hand!
"Fu'er! Why did you buy a kite again!"
Who buys twenty or thirty kites at a time?
Fu'er: "They're different! This is a peacock kite, and there's also a big tree kite!"
Meng Shilan: "Don't you like little rabbits?"
Fu'er: "That's because I didn't have a choice before. Now that I have a choice, of course I want them all."
The kite vendor must have finally encountered such a big customer; the birds are finished, and now even the trees are coming out.
Meng Shilan sighed, "Fu'er, we can't waste it like this..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu'er was picked up by Meng Yushan.
"Your mother is stingy, but your grandfather is generous. While he's still in the capital, we'll buy you whatever you want!"
Fu'er immediately smiled and said, "I want to play on an ice sled. Grandpa, please buy Winter!"
Meng Shilan, "..."
Meng Yushan readily agreed, "Okay!"
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