"A place not far from Jiangnan City is called Happy Town. The people were gone, and then there was a group of people, who looked like ordinary people, but were actually soldiers."

Lu Nanfeng nodded, "I'll let someone go and find out."

"Hmm."

"Let me be quiet, do you still have a rash?"

Lu Nanfeng said that his hand had already touched it.

Meng Zhiyi shook his head and grabbed his hand, "It's okay."

Lu Nanfeng didn't believe it, so he checked it out in person, and then he was relieved.

Although the two of them are also old husbands and wives, Meng Zhiyi is still a little shy. However, Lu Nanfeng looked calm, looking at his expression, and he was a little teasing.

Lu Nanfeng: "You must have ordered someone to check on that woman. But you shouldn't drink the antidote so quickly."

Meng Zhiyi was puzzled, "Why is this?"

"Since someone wants to frame the Meng family, then I'm afraid that the poison on that woman's body won't be solved so easily."

Meng Zhiyi understood what he meant, but he was afraid that Na Langzhong was not a good person.

The next day, Meng Zhiyi went to the weaving pavilion, and a bunch of people here early in the morning came to return the clothes and fabrics.

"Miss, there is also someone from the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War, saying that they are looking for you."

Meng Zhiyi remembered the fabrics sent a few days ago, and he must have wanted to return them as well. But if it's just a return, it's settled.

Sure enough, after Meng Zhiyi went, the people in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War were very angry.

"My young lady is overjoyed immediately, and she wants to make a few clothes, and there is a problem with your fabric, which delays our time!"

Meng Zhiyi hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, this incident was also something we didn't expect. If you want to return the goods, or compensate, we will be satisfied."

"Who wants your compensation? Is our military department Shangshu Mansion short of your few silvers? Now it's a matter of delaying our young lady's joy, can you afford to pay for it?"

Meng Zhiyi accompanied the smiling face, "It's our fault that you have a bad experience. However, there is nothing wrong with this batch of fabrics. And the former things were also tried to trap us. We will cooperate with you in order to solve the problem in order to be satisfied."

The maid didn't seem to expect Meng Zhiyi's attitude to be so good, she glanced at her and continued, "First of all, we won't want this batch of fabrics. In addition, you will compensate us with ten horses of colored brocade."

Meng Zhiyi's face was stunned, and he explained, "That's the case, the annual output of Caijin Silk is only five horses. And it's already been ordered, and now that your house wants ten horses at once, there's really nothing we can do!"

After a pause, Meng Zhiyi discussed, "Otherwise, so be it! I'll see if any of our customers are willing to spare two horses for your emergency use, and we'll give you five horses of tobacco silk as compensation."

"Smoke silk is far worse than colored brocade silk! You're going to settle for the next best thing." The maid was very unconvinced.

"I can't help it. My sister should also know that the reason why Caijin Silk is so sought-after is because there are only a few horses every year, and we can't make more of them."

Meng Zhiyi stepped forward and stuffed a bag of silver into the maid, "Sister, I'll give us accommodation. Besides, the colored brocade silk cannot be completely used to make clothes. If you really make clothes that are comfortable and good-looking, you have to look at the cigarette silk."

The maid weighed the silver in her hand, "Okay, I'll give you five days, I can't afford more."

Meng Zhiyi smiled, "There are still ten days on this road. In the five days of accommodation, I will definitely send you the fabric as soon as it arrives."

"Ten days at most."

"Okay."

As soon as Meng Zhiyi and the others left, the maid came to a courtyard with a bag of silver.

"Miss, Meng Zhiyi has already agreed."

"Keep the money for yourself." Qin Ling glanced at the purse in her hand, "Don't forget to sprinkle the same medicine on the cloth."

"Yes."

Out of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War, the winter solstice is very distressing.

"It's just a maid, so arrogant. Dare the lion open his mouth." Winter Solstice complained.

"Even if she is a coachman, as long as she can speak in front of Miss Qin, she is better than us. We're in business, and we're supposed to hold people."

Winter Solstice pursed his lips, "Girl, can we really get the smoke in a short period of time?"

"Yes. Write to my father and ask him."

It's not that Meng Zhiyi is making trouble for Meng Xing, it's really the intention of the Ministry of War's Shangshu Mansion is that he doesn't intend to let them go so easily.

At the moment, they are the most humble places like Kyoto. Those people don't value money, and if they accidentally offend, they don't know how to die.

Now, Meng Zhiyi finally understands that no matter how much silver he has, he can't compare to a small seven-grade sesame official.

When Meng Zhiyi returned to the mansion, he called Zhang Guard.

"Miss, the woman died outside the city. She had nothing on her. I went directly to Lang Zhong's house again and found that he had also suddenly fallen ill and died."

Meng Zhiyi's face was ugly, "It seems that we have offended people!"

Zhang Huwei: "Now we don't have any clues. These two important people are dead, and I'm afraid that it will be useless for us to find anyone to clarify this matter later."

The reputation of the Weaving Pavilion has gone bad.

"Let's check the woman up and see if anyone she knows knows knows anything about it."

Zhang Huwei nodded.

Meng Zhiyi continued: "In addition, if you go and send a letter to my father, you will say that I promised the military department Shangshu to compensate them for two horses of colored brocade silk and five horses of tobacco silk."

"Yes."

Escort Zhang quickly left.

Meng Zhiyi fell into deep thought, who did their Meng family offend?

Meng Zhiyi thought of Meng Kun for the first time, and hurriedly looked at the winter solstice, "You go and see what the second uncle has been busy with recently?"

"Yes." The winter solstice ran out.

In the evening, Meng Kun actually came over in person.

"Knowing, our Meng family has offended people this time."

"What does the second uncle know?" Meng Zhiyi could guess by looking at his appearance that he must have gotten some news.

After Meng Zhiyi asked, he personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to Meng Kun.

"That is, when I was drinking tea recently, I heard some news."

Meng Kun took a sip of tea, but stopped talking halfway.

Meng Zhiyi knew that he wanted to put on a shelf and make a sad face, "It's about to be the Lantern Festival, and my father has gone outside again, but I'm afraid that the Lantern Festival won't be able to come back." We haven't gained a foothold in Kyoto when we first arrived, and we've already offended people, so how can we live in the future?"

Meng Kun blurted out, "It's not a big deal."

"How can it not be a big deal, this Kyoto is full of nobles, we are a small businessman, and we have no backers, it is as simple as pinching us to death by any person as it is to pinch an ant to death."

"Who said we don't have a backer?" Meng Kun's eyes widened, "Lu Nanfeng has a relationship with you, doesn't he care about the old relationship?"

It turned out to be the idea.

"Second uncle, we didn't treat Lu Nanfeng well before, and now he is already good if he doesn't find fault with us, how can he still help us?"

Meng Kun: "What's wrong? Is our Meng family treating him badly?"

Meng Zhiyi secretly rolled his eyes, he was really embarrassed to say that Meng Jia's family was good to him, had he forgotten how he humiliated Lu Nanfeng before?

Meng Zhiyi expressed embarrassment, hung his head and did not speak.

"Zhiyi, don't feel that you can't let go of your face, now Lu Nanfeng is a new upstart in the court, if we befriend him, who will dare to frame our Meng family in the future?"

Although Meng Zhiyi's temper is much better now, he can't help but want to scold Meng Kun at this time.

"Zhiyi, I heard that Lu Nan is today

Feng is drinking in Wangtian Pavilion, do you want to ask?" Seeing that Meng Zhiyi didn't speak, Meng Kun urged.

"What are you going to ask, Second Uncle?"

Meng Kun: "Ask who the Meng family has offended? In fact, the most important thing is to let everyone see that we know the nouveau riche of the imperial court."

"Why doesn't the second uncle go?"

"I'll go...... Am I like you? Knowing, you have to have faith in yourself, how can you say that you were also a husband and wife before!"

Meng Zhiyi didn't speak, his eyes looked at his nose and his nose and his heart.

"Knowing?" Meng Kun shouted.

Meng Zhiyi yawned, "Second Uncle is hungry? I'm hungry."

Meng Kun: "......"

"Zhiyi ......" Meng Kun also wanted to persuade her.

Meng Zhiyi tightened his brows, and lost his patience, "I won't leave the second uncle to eat here."

Meng Kun reacted at this time, and Meng Zhiyi didn't take what he said seriously at all.

"You temper! Think about it yourself, you don't know how beautiful Lu Nanfeng is now, and you don't even know how to use our relationship with such a good layer."

Meng Kun said with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

There are no connections here, and now that the woman and Lang Zhong are dead, Meng Zhiyi just doesn't know where to go at all.

She sorted out everything after she came to Kyoto, and she didn't figure out who she had offended.

Seeing that the business of the weaving pavilion is getting worse and worse day by day.

Even the embroidery lady has been idle, and the guys in the shop are even more sleepy.

Meng Zhiyi didn't look expressionless on the surface, but in fact, he was also anxious in his heart.

In the end, it was Zhou Yongheng who heard the news.

"Ah Yi, the Meng family has offended people."

Meng Zhiyi really wanted to scare him, do you still need to say this?

Zhou Yongheng lowered his voice, "Speaking of which, it's because of that little white face."

Meng Zhiyi: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Yongheng: "It turned out to be the rumor that Lu Nanfeng was in Jiangnan City that circulated in the streets and alleys some time ago. Do you know how many noble girls in Kyoto want to marry Lu Nanfeng now? They have probably heard that the eldest lady of the Meng family actually disdains their wishful husband, so they want to take revenge on you."

Meng Zhiyi: "Then do you know who it is?"

"There are many who will marry him!"

Meng Zhiyi: "I'm asking if you know who is taking revenge on the Meng family?"

"I don't know this, this is estimated to be only known to Lu Nanfeng. Whoever comes near to him and kisses him is the one who kisses him."