Leng Qinglan and Duan Ying were not worried about how much risk the stolen blueprints would bring to Leng Fu, because Leng Mingyue had already returned.

It's just that the niece doesn't like to be high-profile, so the outside world doesn't know her true identity.

"Although the blueprints are stolen, there is no need to worry too much, the thieves may not have rushed to the wind." Duan Ying's tone was relaxed.

Leng Qinglan agreed, there were many stolen design drawings.

Leng Mingyue read the letter and made two preparations: "Pay more attention to the Qingfeng Order in the future, if there is a fake Qingfeng Order, don't startle the snake first." ”

It's not easy to say if it's a clear wind order, but if it's for a clear wind order, it's interesting.

Leng Qinglan and Duan Ying both nodded.

-

Left Prime Minister's Mansion.

Jiang Caiqiong was angry: "Daddy, Leng Mingyue relies on the help of the third prince of Song and the old prince, and humiliating her sister in public is a stepping stone for the elegant courtyard!" ”

Jiang Caiwei looked down at the bandaged wound, her face was gloomy and fierce, completely different from the day.

She won't forget Leng Mingyue's taunt.

"You don't have to take Leng Mingyue in your eyes." Jiang Zhenshan flipped through the objects in his hand that had just been created by the refiner, and his tone was indifferent:

"A woman who knows a little piano dance and has a bit of posture can't set off any waves."

What should really be paid attention to is the third prince of Song and the old prince Shen.

"I'm afraid the Leng family will have to live for a while longer." Jiang Caiwei's tone was low.

"It's okay to let the Leng family live forever." Jiang Zhenshan's gaze left the item in his hand, and his righteous and awe-inspiring face was gloomy.

Eighteen years.

Eighteen years have passed since the tragic death of the eldest brother.

In the past eighteen years, Shangshu Mansion has become Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion, which once framed the Jiang family, and all those who fell into the ground for the Jiang family have received due retribution.

Except for the Leng family.

Leng Qingfeng and his wife Ye Rouer were the culprits who killed the eldest brother, and after they left the imperial capital, he began to plan to clean up the Leng family.

Everything went smoothly, until the Leng family suddenly had two big Buddhas, the third prince of Song and the old prince Shen.

After the name of the company named "Zhao's" was actually "Jiang's" was copied, his plan failed, and he almost asked Zhao Xiuyuan to tell the truth.

He didn't want to spend another eighteen years cultivating a business name to oppose the Leng family.

He can directly occupy the Qingfeng Firm.

-

The second day was a sunny day.

Early in the morning, when Leng Mingyue was talking about business with her uncle and aunt, Leng Er brought a girl in a smoky gauze skirt with a stiff face.

The girl was bright-eyed, in her early eighteenth year, looking innocent, and holding a black token with the word "Qingfeng" engraved on it.

The atmosphere in the hall was silent, and the three of them exchanged glances with each other.

The Fake Breeze Order came too quickly.

Before they could speak, the girl threw herself into Leng Qinglan's arms, crying:

"Uncle, aunt, Hua Yan finally saw you."

Leng Qinglan stiffened his arms, and he also had a deep disgust on his face, which had always been good-tempered, but it was a pity that the girl in his arms couldn't see it.

"Who are you?" Duan Ying dragged the girl aside, acting rudely without pity.

"I ...... I am Leng Huayan, my father is Leng Qingfeng, and my mother is Ye Rou'er, they asked me to come to the imperial capital with Qingfeng Ling to find you. ”

The girl wiped away her tears, and the corner of her eyes fell on Leng Mingyue next to her.

Today's Leng Mingyue is wearing a plain white dress, her long hair is fluttering and uncultivated, her eyebrows and eyes are soft and docile, and she has no offensive power at a glance.

It's beautiful, but it's useless.

"It turned out to be Huayan." The corners of Leng Mingyue's lips rose, her laughter was pleasant, and she acted in a hurry: "How are you doing lately?" ”