My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 91 Xi Mo's Visit
"I have no children, and I have lived a happy life." Lin Wei stood up and said excitedly, "Ming girl, you are good in every way except your surname. How about you take my surname, Lin? After I am a hundred years old, you only need to mourn for me and break the pot, and everything in the Lin family will be yours!"

Mingli smiled awkwardly: "But Zhang Zhi told me that you said before that the Lin family would belong to him in the future."

"His? He..." Just as he was about to swear, Lin Wei stopped abruptly, "What a ridiculous thing to say. His father didn't even give him the order to be the head of his own family, which shows how unreliable this kid is."

Mingli blinked: "This is me"

"Uncle, uncle."

Zhang Zhi stepped forward and said, "Let's just say that Lin Li is a good name, and it sounds smart. But! She has had the last name Ming for many years, so why not change it for the time being? By the way, it's too early, you should go back early, and we will visit uncle in person another day!"

After saying this, Zhang Zhi pulled Mingli and ran out, with Lin Wei's cursing voice still ringing in his ears.

It was a sunny day today, and they had nothing to do, so Mingli and Zhang Zhi walked along the lake.

Li Ma and Liu Liu were sent to check the accounts in the manor, and Ming Qi followed them to see the excitement. Meng, who was brought from the Ming family yesterday, was given three doses of drugs and had been unconscious in the woodshed in the backyard.

As for how to deal with her, Ming Li wanted to wait until Ming Zhongyuan was captured, and then take them to the ruins of the Yong'an Earl's Mansion and cut off their heads to comfort his sister's spirit.

The two walked for a while, and Zhang Zhi suddenly asked, "Are you okay today?"

"No," Mingli replied. He felt that Zhang Zhi had something else to say, so he asked him, "What do you want to do?"

The question was originally asked frankly, but it took on a different meaning when heard by Zhang Zhi.

He moved closer to Mingli and jokingly asked, "Guess what I want to do? Or, what do you want to do?"

Mingli: “…”

She glanced at him sideways: "Zhang Zhi, if you have nothing to do, go to East Street and queue up to buy roasted meat for me. If you say another word, I'll cut off your tongue."

"Okay, okay, I'll obey you." Zhang Zhi shrank his head. "Let's talk about business. I've always wondered why you had to go to the Medical Officer's Office."

Mingli lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "You, really want to ask this?"

"Unanswerable?"

"Not really." Mingli shook his head and continued to walk forward slowly: "Anyway, you know a lot about me. I have been studying poison since I was young, but deep down I actually like medicine more. I don't like to tinker with poisonous insects and strong drugs, because I think the word medicine should be used to cure diseases and save lives. But what my master said is right, poison is something that protects my life. All the way from Yaodu Mountain to Beijing, if I didn't have poison in my hand, I would have died a thousand times."

Eight years ago, when Pingzhou was hit by a disaster, she took advantage of her master's retreat to practice poison and slipped down the mountain. Plagues always emerge in the gaps of various disasters, giving the victims the final fatal blow.

That was the first time she used the medical skills she had learned since childhood to save someone.

That year, she was less than ten years old, and she used the crudest medicinal materials to save the most precious lives. She was not a god, and she could not save everyone, but as long as she saved one, she would be very happy.

When all the herbs were used up, she met the young Mo Zhao. Mo Zhao did not doubt her medical skills as a ten-year-old girl. He asked her to hold on for two days and try to save the victims who had been rescued. As for the herbs, he would find a way and bring all the herbs needed within two days.

Mingli believed him and held on for two days, almost collapsing. Late at night on the second day, Mo Zhao returned with a large cart of medicinal herbs. Zhang Zhi couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder you are so familiar with the disaster in Pingzhou." Then, he asked casually, "Hey, you remember the events of eight years ago so clearly, do you still remember the events of ten years ago?"

"Ten years ago?"

Mingli looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you ask?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zhi scratched his head pretentiously, "I just asked casually."

Mingli looked away, thinking that he was being overly suspicious, and replied, "I don't remember. My master said that I fell off a cliff on a snowy night ten years ago, and I didn't remember anything after I woke up."

Snowy night? Fell off a cliff?

Zhang Zhi walked forward with his head down. It was indeed a snowy night when they first met on Yaodu Mountain. Did she fall off the cliff after she went back that time?
Zhang Zhi asked, "Do you remember how you fell?"

"I don't remember."

"So, do you have any scars anywhere else on your body?"

"What's wrong with you today? Why are you so interested in my childhood?" Mingli paused, noticing that something was wrong with Zhang Zhi. She looked him up and down and said, "He has injuries, but they are gone now."

Zhang Zhi saw that she was suspicious, so he quickly changed the subject: "I was just asking casually. So, you want to join the Medical Office, do you want to see this place where all the medicines in the world are gathered?"

"Well, it is."

Mingli said something perfunctorily to him, and then quickened his pace. Zhang Zhi was particularly strange today, so it was not good to talk to him any more, otherwise he would be exposed.

During this day, the second and fifth houses quarreled endlessly, and Mingli also took a day to divide the family property. She was ruthless and said she would divide the family property without hesitation.

She spent a large sum of money to hire a dozen well-known accountants in Kyoto, and spent a whole day to settle all the messy accounts of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion for decades.

However, at the moment when the account book figures came out, the second and fifth houses simultaneously stopped their activities. They accepted Mingli's initial division method and each took their own share. Zhang Zhi also cooperated and dispatched people to help them "kindly" move the gifts out of the mansion.

The Zhang family's worries were fundamentally resolved, but at the same time, memorials implicating Mingli and Zhang Zhi for disregarding human ethics, being unfilial and disrespectful, and being domineering flew into the palace like snowflakes.

That night, Xi Mo came to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.

Because he had helped the Kyoto government and they had to go together on the trip to Jiangnan, Zhang Zhi reluctantly set up a banquet.

Xi Mo was dressed in white, with his hair down, sitting upright, and he was as calm and gentle as water. He smiled at Zhang Zhi and said, "Excuse me, Young Master Zhang, where is the second Miss Ming?"

Zhang Zhi rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "It will take some time for a girl to dress up. I just drew her eyebrows, applied lipstick, and tied her hair. If you can't wait, you can leave on your own. I will never stop you."

"You are joking, my Lord." Xi Mo lowered his head and smiled, straightening his clothes: "I came here today just for Miss Ming. If Miss Ming doesn't come, I will never leave."

(End of this chapter)