"Master, the holy decree has come to the palace." The panting voice of the chief butler Meng An came from inside the house.

Meng Zhiyuan frowned, withdrew his eyes from looking at Sino, looked at Mama Zhong and said, "Take care of Mrs. and Miss." ”

Then, open the door and leave in a hurry.

Here, while playing the amnesiac according to the book, Sino finally ate a full meal under Mama Zhong's Zhang Luo, although it was very light.

And Meng Zhiyuan, who was over there, quickly returned to the Jade Courtyard to put on his official uniform, and after tidying up his appearance, he hurried to the outer courtyard again to receive the order.

On the way, I probably already knew what it was, and my mind kept thinking about how to deal with it.

As a result, he was still too weak to even have a chance to resist.

Meng Zhiyuan's teeth and blood were bitten out, and for the safety of the mansion, he had to force a smile at the saint's servants.

"Grandpa He has worked hard!" Meng Zhiyuan took the holy decree with difficulty, and motioned for Meng An to hand over the big red envelope to himself and hand it over to the other party in person.

"It's not hard, congratulations to Prime Minister Meng. When we arrive, we still want to ask for a cup of happy wine to drink, and be happy! Grandpa He's smooth face was full of smiles, and the former arrogance seemed to be an illusion.

One person has ascended to heaven with a chicken dog, which is the current Meng family.

Who let Miss Meng survive in the name of Cheng Shizi's wife, and now the saint has given marriage. In the future, if the Meng girl has a great transformation, the Meng Mansion will be the princess's maiden family.

The saint has always treated the prince like a parent, but now it is just a marriage, and they are all rewarded like flowing water.

As the first person around the saint, his ability to see the wind is a must.

"Definitely, definitely." Drinking the northwest wind, Meng Zhiyuan is no longer an ordinary forced smile, and he feels a hot current surging up his chest, and the fishy sweetness in his throat does not show his internal injuries.

"It is reported that Mrs. Zun is sick now, and she has specially arranged for the Fengyi official next to the queen to help prepare for the wedding banquet, after all, there are still five days to be an auspicious day." After Gonggong He finished speaking, Aunt Tian, the official of Fengyi, stepped forward to salute.

"Xia Guan has seen Lord Meng and the old lady." Aunt Tian, as a Fengyi official from the fourth grade, and a personal female official of the queen's mother, can still be proud of her attitude. But at the moment, he is very modest, and he has done enough etiquette in front of Meng Zhiyuan, who is a product, and Mrs. Lin, who is a good one.

"Aunt Tian, you're welcome." Meng Zhiyuan is man can't get close to help him up, and Mrs. Lin can only step forward to personally help Aunt Tian who salutes.

"Thank you, old lady!" Aunt Tian said softly, but her body was quite straight.

"Later, Aunt Shangyi Xu will also come over to take care of our future concubine in person, until she gets married, please ask the old lady to watch and arrange a place to live." Gonggong He smiled, as if this was a great holy will.

Of course, it is not enough for the queen's personal palace maid to come, but another emperor's personal palace maid to handle the marriage, and ordinary officials will definitely feel that they have a strong holy will.

But Meng Zhiyuan's mind is full of it now, and the saint doesn't trust him.