Qin Meizhen, as an elder, was overwhelmed by Meng Zhuo'er at this moment, and she couldn't help but retreat.

"You ......" Qin Meizhen pointed at her fingers and trembled.

"What are you telling me to do?"

Meng Zhuo'er slapped the other party's hand away and didn't eat her, "Let me tell you, it was my grandfather who supported me, and it was you and my father who made the marriage contract with the Jinnan Palace."

It's you who want to tie up the powerful position of the Jinnan Palace, and people have also given you this opportunity, you can't be unwilling to marry your daughter just because someone died? ”

Meng Zhuo'er smiled like a flower, "Second lady, you must know that the marriage contract with the royal family is not easy to decide. Of course, it's hard to cancel, but it's hard to pay for your choices when you're an adult?

In the whole thing, I, Meng Zhuo'er, am the most innocent, okay, if you didn't want me to be a substitute for the dead, why would I make such a decision? ”

She blinked innocently.

Qin Meizhen was so angry that she almost jumped like thunder: "But you are obviously ......"

"Yes, I took your money, but so what, the money was mine.

My grandfather gave me so much money every month, and every time he came back from a trip, he brought me a lot of jewelry to play with, but you robbed me. The little money you gave me wasn't enough to pay me back, what was wrong with me, huh? ”

She looked harmless and sighed, "The second lady will be a good family with the Jinnan Palace, the King of Jinnan is a powerful minister, you have to take advantage of it, I am optimistic about you~"

She smiled sweetly, laughed even more crisply, and finally ran briskly towards her yard with the big in her arms.

Qin Meizhen was furious, and such an anger almost destroyed her sanity.

She looked left and right, and finally her eyes fell on the fruit knife on the table.

Qin Meizhen walked in the direction of Meng Zhuo'er with a fruit knife, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Meng Yuqing who was telling the housekeeper about things in another corridor.

Because it was a little far away, Meng Yuqing didn't know what was going on in the main hall, but Qin Meizhen was afraid that Meng Yuqing was engraved in her bones, so she almost immediately hid the fruit knife behind her, staring at Meng Yuqing with a frightened and nervous expression.

Meng Yuqing then went out with the housekeeper.

Qin Meizhen breathed a sigh of relief.

She seemed to collapse, and collapsed to the ground with a snap.

The maidservant Zhong Yun hurriedly came to help her.

Qin Meizhen was sad and angry: "Zhong Yun, you said that they are all granddaughters, why does Meng Yuqing love Meng Zhuo'er's little slut so much, why doesn't she know how to hurt Fei Fei, why does Fei Fei marry a dead man." ”

"The old marquis's partiality is not a day or two, probably because you entered the mansion after the death of the old marquis......"

"That was more than ten years ago, and I have worked hard in this family for so many years, right? If Meng Zhuo'er was a handle, I wouldn't say anything, but wouldn't she be a little girl.

This Meng Yuqing is so interested in Meng Zhuo'er, as if she is her own granddaughter. ”

She was indignant.

Yes, neither Meng Yifei nor Meng Zhuoer is Meng Yuqing's granddaughter.

Because Meng Xiangyi is not his own son.

Meng Yuqing has no descendants with the deceased wife, the old lady gave birth to a child, but the child was taken away by the enemy as soon as he was born, brutally tortured and killed, Meng Yuqing refused to take a concubine to marry a wife, and then succeeded his son from the side branch.

But perhaps because of her deep love with the old lady Floice, Meng Yuqing was very unaccustomed to Meng Xiangyi marrying Qin Meizhen as soon as she died, and it may also be because Meng Zhuoer was her first granddaughter and was raised by herself, so she loved her very much, and even surpassed Meng Xiangyi.

At least Qin Meizhen has never seen a father cut off his son's fingers for his granddaughter.

Zhong Yun sighed, "Madam, now that the young lady has married into the Jinnan Palace, what should we do?" ”

Qin Meizhen didn't know that even Meng Yuqing couldn't do anything about this.

But isn't it Meng Zhuo's grandchildren who hurt her husband and daughter so badly?

Meng Yuqing can't help it, is it possible that she can't deal with a Meng Zhuo'er?

On the other side, Meng Zhuo'er returned to the courtyard and immediately asked the people below to burn the fire and slaughter the chickens.

"Miss, this chicken is so beautiful, colorful, the slave has never seen such a good-looking big, isn't it a pity to kill it?"

Xianglian brings out the boiling hot water.

"You don't understand, it's such a tall and superior big rooster that is delicious, this rooster looks like it grew up eating corn, the skin must be very yellow, and you see its feet, fat and big, old and easy to gnaw."

Meng Zhuo'er was like a veteran, and slaughtered the rooster with ease.

In that bloody scene, Xianglian, who was Rao is maidservant, couldn't help but tremble.

Meng Zhuo'er cleaned up the rooster in one operation, and stewed it for a whole night with a full twenty flavors of Chinese medicine, and the meat was fragrant and soft.

The smell of chicken soup in the yard is very fragrant all day long, and although the taste of medicinal herbs is also obvious, it does not affect the appetite at all, but it is still very appetizing.

Meng Zhuo'er ate this chicken that day, and of course, she didn't forget to give Meng Yuqing some past.

As soon as Meng Yuqing heard that it was the chicken soup made by his granddaughter herself, she was so happy that her beard was gone.

He tasted it on the principle that even if the meat was raw, it would be extremely unpalatable, but he didn't want it to be unexpectedly delicious.

"When did you learn to make soup?" Meng Yuqing was very surprised, and tasted a few more bites, "It's better than what the chef makes." ”

"That's ~"

Meng Zhuo'er was very proud, and the grandparents and grandchildren ate deliciously.

"By the way, what do you think about your marriage?" Meng Yuqing suddenly asked, "After all, you have had some entanglements and grievances with Your Second Highness, and those princes and grandsons are the most stingy, and I am afraid that they will always hold grudges." ”

Meng Zhuo'er nodded heavily: "My granddaughter also thinks so, if I marry in the past, I won't be tortured in any way, my granddaughter means to find a way to cancel the marriage contract and choose another husband." ”

Meng Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

At first, he was worried that his granddaughter would have to die with His Royal Highness, but now that he sees his granddaughter so transparent, he doesn't have to worry.

In fact, he has always disapproved of his granddaughter marrying into the royal family, just because Zhuo'er likes His Royal Highness.

The royal family is a place where it is easy to mix, you have to pay attention everywhere, everywhere is a trap, the intrigue is endless, the throne is over and you have to fight for power and profit, and there are three wives and four concubines in the back house, and the concubines compete for favor.

Meng Yuqing knew that his son was inactive, he couldn't mix with officialdom, and he might not even be able to inherit the title smoothly.

If Zhuo'er goes to such a Shura field, after a hundred years, who will be able to support Zhuo'er.

"Grandfather will mention it to His Majesty when he has the opportunity." Meng Yuqing patted Meng Zhuo'er's head lovingly.

Meng Zhuo'er rested her head on her grandfather's lap and was softly coquettish.

The glint in her eyes flashed.

Get!

What I want is to cancel the marriage contract with that scumbag, and my grandfather agrees and is willing to help, which is the best