The butler's face showed a hint of weirdness, and he responded with a smile, and left with his head down, secretly spitting in his heart.

If it weren't for her, the eldest lady would definitely be one of the talented women in Yiguan Dijing, even if she was not as good as Luo Qin of the Luo family, she could also be called famous!

Meng Jiaojiao didn't know what the housekeeper thought, so she went to the east wing.

Seven years ago, when Meng Tanyuan was not surnamed Meng, there was an accident at home, and his aunt was seriously ill and was taken back to Meng's house by Mrs. Meng.

Soon after, the aunt reconciled, and Meng Tanyuan took the aunt's surname and was accepted as a righteous son by Meng Ting.

"Auntie, are you there?" Meng Jiaojiao shouted.

Aunt Meng came out of the room when she heard the sound, saw that it was Meng Jiaojiao, smiled and invited her into the yard, brought her fresh fruits, pulled her to sit down, and asked with a smile: "Jiaojiao, why do you have time to visit your aunt today?" ”

Meng Jiaojiao stuck her head in Aunt Meng's arms and coquettishly: "Jiaojiao misses you." ”

"Hehe, how old is a person, why are you still like a child." Aunt Meng gently touched Meng Jiaojiao's head, and her tone was affectionate and doting.

Meng Tanyuan propped up the window when he heard the sound, leaned on the window and looked into the courtyard, staring at Meng Jiaojiao's face stunned.

If Meng Rongrong is still alive, she should look similar to her, right?

No, Meng Rongrong will be thinner and whiter.

Five years have passed since the incident, and Meng Tanyuan still remembers Meng Rongrong's palm-sized little face, her skin is white, she is blown and broken, her black and white eyes seem to be filled with starlight, and when she laughs, her eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and the stars are crumpled and scattered.

"Tan'er? Come out quickly, your sister Jiaojiao is here. Aunt Meng noticed Meng Tanyuan, who was leaning on the window and peeking with her cheeks, and beckoned him to come over.

Meng Tanyuan sat beside Aunt Meng, kept a distance of two seats from Meng Jiaojiao, reached out to pick up a red fruit, and was about to bite when he noticed Meng Jiaojiao's smart eyes staring at him, slowly closed his mouth, and handed the fruit to her.

Meng Jiaojiao shook her head with a smile, her eyes were dark, completely different from Meng Jiaojiao.

Meng Tanyuan looked uncomfortable and turned his head away.

Meng Jiaojiao's body stiffened, her smile faded, she ignored it and talked to her aunt.

She chatted with her aunt very much, and she didn't even know when the time had passed, until the housekeeper came to call them to dinner, and then she suddenly realized that the sky was dark, and they went hand in hand.

When she was about to be discharged from the hospital, Meng Jiaojiao seemed to suddenly remember something, and stopped her cousin who was walking on the other side of her aunt, and said, "By the way, cousin, I don't understand something, and I want to ask you." ”

After Aunt Meng found that she was in the way, she covered her lips and stood aside with a smile. Meng Jiaojiao jumped to Meng Tanyuan's side with a smile, but he took two steps to the side again to pull away.

Meng Jiaojiao's eyes dimmed, her mouth pursed slightly, as if she had been greatly wronged, and even her voice was a little crying, and she asked, "Brother Tan, don't you like me, just like your father hates me." ”

Meng Jiaojiao said, her eyes wet, "Also, I don't look as good-looking as my sister, no sister can sing and dance, no sister can speak, no sister can coax people, I am not as good as my sister everywhere, it's normal that you don't like me." It's okay, I understand. ”

"No, it's not." Meng Tanyuan's back stiffened, and he looked at his mother for help, but he only received her cold glare, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and changed the topic, "Second sister, you just said that there is something you want to ask me, what is it?" ”

Meng Jiaojiao took a breath and told Meng Tanyuan what Li Dong told her, looking at his frowning brows, her heart was faintly uneasy, and even her voice was much weaker: "Brother Tan, what's wrong with you?" Thing...... Isn't it serious? ”

Meng Tanyuan stopped, stared at her with black pupils, and asked seriously, "Second sister, are you telling the truth?" The tribute of Su Qing's royal embroidery building flowed out of the imperial market in Dijing? ”

"Yes, yes," Meng Jiaojiao shrank her head, her eyes were covered with mist, and she said timidly, "Brother Tan, don't look at me like this, I'm afraid." ”

Meng Tanyuan realized his gaffe, hurriedly retracted his emotions, smiled guiltily, and apologized: "I'm sorry, second sister, it's my brother who lost his temper." He turned his head and called Aunt Meng, "Mother, you help me talk to my father-in-law, I still have something to deal with, so I won't go to dinner." ”

Aunt Meng saw that his eyebrows were anxious, and seeing his serious appearance, she guessed that what Meng Jiaojiao said might be a big deal, so she didn't dare to ask more, nodded and said, "Okay, my mother knows, you can go quickly." ”

Meng Jiaojiao took Meng Tanyuan's reaction into her eyes, and pressed a stone on her heart. She vaguely sensed that something was going on, and wanted to hurry back and ask Li Dong.

The dinner was tasteless, Meng Jiaojiao was in no mood to pay attention to Meng Ting's cynicism at the dinner table, and after eating, she refused Mrs. Meng's reservation, and on the grounds that it was late at night, she no longer stayed at the main house, and rushed back in a carriage overnight.

It was night, and the candles in Li's house were bright.

There were two people sitting in the lantern-lit flower hall, the main seat was gray-haired, the ravines crawled all over the face, and the bony body was exposed with green tendons.

Despite this, he still has a waist and nose, his eyes are like torches, and his resolute silhouette is not difficult to see his seriousness and rigidity.

The man sitting on the lower left was twenty-five, his body was tense, his hands rested on his knees, he looked nervously at the person in the main seat, swallowed the saliva secreted from his mouth, and said, "I don't know what happened when Lord Zhongyun suddenly visited so late?" ”

Zhongyun looked back at him with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Zuo Zanshan, this official asks you, what is your relationship with Xin Muyuan, the owner of the beautiful shadow?" ”

Li Chongming's breathing tightened, and the fingers of his hands clasped on his knees grabbed in, choosing to put aside the relationship with Xin Muyuan, which was already weaker than paper, and said: "Lord Hui Zhongyun, Xia Guan has nothing to do with her." ”

"It doesn't matter?" Zhongyun's voice was a little colder, "If it doesn't matter, someone has seen you go in and out of Qinxin Garden many times?" ”

Li Chongming's breathing was slightly heavier, and he decided to throw out the matter of Xin Muyuan's token, and said: "Xiaguan has indeed been in and out of Qinxin Garden many times, but that is because she took the initiative to discuss the matter of the spring banquet with Xiaguan, and showed Xiaguan the token that the emperor personally customized for her. ”

"How can you prove that it is a token set for her by the emperor himself?" Zhongyun's brow furrowed, and his mind searched for something related to it, but he didn't find any results.

The first emperor didn't recognize Xin Muyuan at all, and although the emperor Xiao Changting had some intersection with Xin Muyuan, it was not to the point where she personally formulated a token to use.

The token through the royal hand represents the right, how can Xin Muyuan He De get the token made by the emperor himself? Regardless of whether this incident has ever happened in history, the possibility alone is zero.

Li Chongming saw Zhongyun's cold face, his palms were cold, and he said, "Xiaguan saw that the token had the word 'Shang' engraved with His Majesty's handwriting. ”