After breaking off the marriage, the Zhuangyuan Lang who was picked up was dressed weakly every day

Chapter 50
"Nanny Wei from the Duke of Qi's Mansion gave Aunt Meng of Qingshui Village dozens of dollars three years ago. According to the news from Tan, she not only gave money, but also cloth and food... In the following years, she continued to give Here, Meng Er’s debt to the gambling house this year was paid off by Aunt Meng, so Meng Er didn’t have his hand chopped off.”

After listening to Bi Yangdong's report, Qin Yuehuai asked briefly: "Why did you give money in the first place?"

Yang Dong replied: "It is said that when the Duke of Qi went to Jingci Temple to pay homage, she happened to meet Aunt Meng who was collecting herbs. She felt sorry for her, so..."

Qin Yuehuai chuckled.

The dignified Duke of Qi ordered his wife to pay homage to the gods. By chance, she met Aunt Meng who was collecting herbs?

It's true that Aunt Meng's eyesight is disabled, but when you look at her behavior, she has a very stubborn spirit about her.For such a person, being given charity for no reason will only arouse the strong self-esteem in her heart, making her not only ungrateful, but also angry.

and so……

"Do you believe this reason?" Qin Yuehuai whispered with a cold voice.

Qin Yuehuai, who is not in front of Shen Yanhan, is not gentle and warm at all. He is wearing a black cloak and standing under the shade of the tree without lights. The moonlight is thin, shining through the branches, and dappled on his face. It shows half cold white and half shadow.

He is too illusory to be like a worldly person.

Naturally, he had already been prepared to leave this world at any time.

Qin Yuehuai looked at the person with a pair of cold eyes, "Yang Dong."

Yang Dong's scalp was numb and his brain was buzzing. He stared at Qin Yuehuai's dark clothes without daring to turn his eyes around.

The husband of his family is not the talkative and always smiling master of Qiu Wangyuan.

He is gloomy, silent, wise and calm in nature.

If you really want to punish someone, he will be finished.

"My subordinate is here!" Yang Dong stood up and faced the mistake he made due to his negligence, and said sternly: "My subordinate is going to investigate the truth again!"

Seeing him like this, Qin Yuehuai himself didn't want to stand for a long time, so he nodded compassionately and walked back toward the house.

Yang Dong breathed out a breath behind him, and when he was about to retreat, he thought of something again, so he asked: "Are those people who have withdrawn from Qiuwang Garden sent here to guard them?"

Master Lang asked their secret guards to withdraw from Qiuwang Garden today, but he himself did not return to Zhang Mansion. Those who had withdrawn were like headless flies at the moment, not knowing which "meat" to follow.

Lang Jun, who was walking in front, paused for a moment, lowered his eyes and remained silent, without answering for a moment.

He was a little hesitant now about parting ways with Shen Yanhan.

If the division was resolved quickly, he would go back to Zhang Mansion, and his people would not need to come to Lanyuan.And if there is no separation for a while, those people will just stay in Qiuwang Garden, and they will go back sooner or later.

Back to Qiuwangyuan...

Qin Yuehuai paused and took a deep breath for his hope.

Now that you have joined the world, why should you remain contented?
The longing for love was wiped away by him in his heart, and Qin Yuehuai curled his lips like a self-mockery: It is true that he has lived a comfortable life for too long, and his brain has become confused.

Seeing that his expression remained motionless for a long time, but his eyes became heavier and heavier, Yang Dong stretched out his hand and handed the jade pendant wrapped in brocade handkerchief to Qin Yuehuai, and said with the intention of asking for credit: "Master Lang, I will get this personal thing of yours back." Got it!"

Qin Yuehuai took it and opened a cluster of small orange chrysanthemum embroidery with his fingertips, revealing what he had temporarily kept by Shen Yanhan.

His slender fingers rubbed the lines on the jade pendant. After a moment, he put the brocade handkerchief and the handkerchief into his arms and told Yang Dong, "Let them return to Zhang Mansion."

Yang Dong asked: "Are you going back home too?"

Qin Yuehuai didn't say anything, just covered in darkness and disappeared into the quiet night.

*
After a night of reciting poems, drinking wine and painting, Meng Changqing was personally sent off the painting boat by Zhengyun.

The two boarded Meng Changqing's carriage.

Zhengyun asked him with the intention of inviting him to have a meal with him: "Master Meng, do you want to go to Tingfeng Tea House to have breakfast before returning home?"

Meng Changqing was slowly stroking his wrinkled sleeves, and his expression paused when he heard this question.

Qin Yuehuai's leg was injured and it was difficult for him to walk. His people at Tingfeng Teahouse should have known his feelings and offered him delicious food.

He had already been prostituted by the scheming Qin Yuehuai into a newly acquired good house for free, so why couldn't he go have a few meals with him?

Meng Changqing winced, shook his head and said, "No, I'll go to Lanting Alley."

After that, he picked up the folding fan and knocked on the wall of the carriage, and told the people outside the carriage his destination.

Zhengyun was naturally a little disappointed, but she didn't show it on her face. Seeing that the folding fan in Meng Changqing's hand had been replaced, she said to him again: "This jade bone fan suits Mr. Meng's temperament very well."

Jade is used as the bone, and Juan is used as the surface. The tooth-white jade bone fan is pure and elegant, and is more suitable for literati.

It's not suitable for his kind. His friend Qin Yuehuai knows his nature best, he is a ruthless person.

Meng Changqing smiled lightly, with flowing phoenix eyes. He looked at Zhengyun and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?"

The proud Zhengyun's ears turned red at his seductive look, and she heard her heartbeat gradually getting louder.

Zhengyun immediately felt embarrassed and worried about gains and losses.

Meng Changqing was special not only in his appearance.

He looks cool and affectionate, but in fact he has a mysterious character that makes people difficult to guess and understand.

He is actually not that good at poetry, but when it comes to discussing with a lady like her, he is very good at adapting to the situation and reciting poems that express the hidden emotions in his heart. The language is neither popular nor explicit. If I had to put it in one word, it would be "just right".He is like a close friend who understands your joys and sorrows and your mood. He can easily reach the depths of your heart with just one or two words.

Zhengyun has an arrogant nature. He is attracted to Meng Changqing like this, but he is also unwilling to be manipulated by his husband.

After all, her identity is here, and she is destined not to enter the Duke of Qi's palace and become the mistress of Meng Silang's courtyard. Rather than becoming a concubine in the back house, which is inferior to others, she would rather be the husband's unavailable miss, in the love affair. There is freedom on her side.

Zhengyun remained reserved, smiled and nodded, and added: "But when I went to Jingci Temple the day before yesterday, I saw a Thousand-faced Buddha, which combines kindness, hatred, anger, harmony and so on. If the Buddha is like this, I must No one can cross it."

This implies that they are all mortal, and what people show in front of others is just the side they want to show.

Meng Changqing agreed with Zhengyun's words and sighed lightly: "Maybe."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, took Zhengyun's fingertips covered with thin calluses from playing the piano, and squeezed them gently.

This husband is such an expert in flowers.

The gesture was not excessive, but intimate.

Zhengyun did not withdraw her hand, but continued to look at Meng Changqing's folding fan, and asked casually: "Did Mr. Meng throw away his previous folding fan?"

Recalling that a certain young lady had bet with him on poetry and he lost the folding fan, Meng Changqing's romantic eyes flickered slightly, but he nodded against his will and said nothing about discarding it.

Zhengyun said: "That's a pity."

Meng Changqing gently let go of her hand, stretched his long legs in the car, and went to pick up the tea on the small table in the middle of the car.

When the cup reached his lips, he said casually: "What's the pity? I have too many fans like that."

Zhengyun chuckled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the ink on Mr. Meng's fan was written by Mr. Xianzhou? A word is worth a fortune, isn't it?"

Meng Changqing chuckled softly, "You know the stuff."

Zhengyun looked at Meng Changqing and asked him with a smile: "Then where did Mr. Meng throw such precious pen and ink? Can I pick it up?"

She is testing him.

Meng Changqing's folding fan was never lent to others and never left his hand. Even if it was thrown away, it would be destroyed. There was no such thing as being picked up by someone.

Zhengyun is trying to figure out who he gave it to.

Meng Changqing clicked his tongue, but did not get into her words. Instead, he said in an amused tone: "It's true, talented men, beauties, beauties like you all like that Mr. Xianzhou who has no trace of his presence, and look down on me. This kind of mortal can be captivated by a single stroke of ink."

Lang Jun spoke in such a shameful manner because he didn't want her to talk about it anymore. He handed over a cup of tea in a thoughtful manner, "Mr. Meng, what are you talking about? I was the one who won the most at Feihua Ling last night, wasn't it?"

Meng Changqing smiled and took the tea, "You, you..."

While the two were talking, the carriage arrived outside Lanyuan Gate.

Meng Changqing got off the carriage, ordered the groom to take Zhengyun back, then swung his long legs and beat the folding fan in his palms, entering the gate of Lanyuan.

Zhengyun looked at the word "Lanyuan", then saw a corner of the garden with incomparable elegance through the crack in the door, and saw a female envoy and a faceless young lady coming forward to greet them. For no reason, My heart skipped a beat.

She frowned and lowered the car curtain.

This should be Meng Silang's villa. Who is the young lady living there?
At this moment, Zhengyun didn't realize that she seemed to care too much about a certain husband's personal affairs.

*
When Meng Changqing entered Lanyuan, Shen Yanhan was coming out holding a painting.

Seeing Meng Changqing coming, Shen Yanhan, who was living under the fence, warmly called: "Brother Meng is here!"

Meng Changqing looked at Shen Yanhan's face with a spring breeze and a bright smile on her lips. After returning the greeting, she asked, "Is he up? I haven't had breakfast yet."

Shen Yanhan said: "Qi Lang got up late and is still eating right now."

"Are you going out?"

"Yeah!" Shen Yanhan made no secret of his itinerary, "I'm going to find Sister Lu Yuan."

After that, he quickly bid farewell to Meng Changqing.

Meng Changqing walked over to Qin Yuehuai and sat down, "Your little wife doesn't even eat with you, so what are you busy with? Also, last night... finally succeeded, so you got up late today?"

Qin Yuehuai glanced sideways at his friend who couldn't change his frivolous attitude with three words, and said succinctly: "Make money."

Meng Changqing tapped his folding fan on the table, motioned to the female servant next to him to buy more dishes and chopsticks for him, and asked, "What do you do to make money?"

Qin Yuehuai said childishly: "Raise me."

Meng Changqing looked at Qin Yuehuai with ghostly eyes, saw Qin Yuehuai smiled, raised his lips and asked him: "How enviable? It seems that a lonely person cannot understand our burden."

Qin Yuehuai jumped up when he saw Meng Changqing as he wished.

"Qin Yuehuai! You are just trying to kill your heart!"

*
When Shen Yanhan, who was making money to support his family, arrived at the Tang Mansion, Lu Yuan was looking sad and in a daze.

Tang You was called to the ancestral hall by his mother-in-law early in the morning. Two hours had passed and the sound of whips in the ancestral hall had not stopped.

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