Meng Cimo and Jiang Yixi entered the east room hand in hand, and their laughter floated out of the small window.

Seeing such a loving couple, Aunt Wu in the living room smiled and narrowed her eyes. My aunt and the second master were so loving back then, but it was a pity that such good people were short-lived.

She looked out the small window. Xiaozhu paused while sweeping the water, quickly glanced at the small window on the east side of the room, and then hurriedly immersed himself in work.

Aunt Wu secretly spat, this dead girl is even more disgusting than the original dew.

At three o'clock in the morning, Meng Cimo and Jiang Yixi took Huahua to Fu'an Hall. Two small sedans had stopped outside the door.

Meng Cimo didn't like sitting in a sedan chair, so Jiang Yixi sat on one with Huahua in her arms.

As soon as he entered the hanging flower door of Fu'an Hall, he met Meng Ciyu coming towards him. He was rushing to the front yard for class.

Without even looking at Jiang Yixi, he cupped his hands with Meng Cimo and Jiang Yixi and called out, "Brother."

Passed by them.

Meng Cimo and Jiang Yixi didn't pay attention to him. Although Meng Cimo didn't like Meng Ciyu before, he would still say "third brother" with a cold face. Now seeing that he was rude to Jiang Yixi, they didn't want to talk to him either.

In the living room, the old couple were sitting on the Arhat bed. Fu's mother and daughter, Second Lady Meng's mother and daughter, Third Lady Meng's mother and daughter, and Meng Yue's mother and daughter were all here, but only Second Grandma Meng and her son were not here yet.

Previously, the Meng Mansion also hired a husband to teach several girls about schoolwork, piano and chess. It was not until last year that the girls were twelve years old, and the husband was dismissed.

Meng Cimo and the two men gave gifts to the old couple, and the flowers suddenly jumped onto the old lady's lap, making the old couple very happy.

Meng Hua ignored Jiang Yixi and expressed her dissatisfaction. She was a little afraid of Meng Cimo, otherwise she would be even more rude to Jiang Yixi.

Jiang Yixi didn't realize it and was chatting and laughing with her elders and sister-in-law.

When Grandma Meng San and her son arrived, everyone joked and laughed for a while before getting up and leaving. Only Meng Hua and Huahua remained there.

Jiang Yixi guessed that Meng Hua must have stayed here to file a complaint.

Meng Cimo and his wife returned to Fusheng Hall and sat in a side room talking quietly. Jiang Yixi also mentioned the reason why Li Zhenbao should not be a princess, and that she felt that Li Zhenbao and Zheng Yu were a couple.

Meng Cimo was also amused by Li Zhenbao's reasons.

"That little girl's thinking is different from that of normal people." He solemnly warned, "Don't mess with the relationship. Zheng Yu is not suitable for her. As far as Li Zhenbao's character is concerned, she should be a princess and the consort.

Find a man with a soft temper who is willing to tolerate her to spend her life. Zheng Yu has a tough temper and will not let Li Zhenbao get involved. Moreover, Zheng Yu said before that he likes gentle and beautiful girls. Li Zhenbao is a good girl, but those two

None of the conditions are met.”

Jiang Yixi disagreed, "Think about General Meng Cimo. They say you have a weird temper and are moody, but you are very kind to me. It can be seen that your temper can be changed for the sake of the one you love."

After saying that, she smiled proudly and added, "If Zhenbao and Brother Zheng are interested in each other, they may change their tempers and tolerate each other. I don't think Brother Zheng will be so superficial and only pay attention to appearance. Moreover, the female top ten

With eight bends, the treasure will definitely grow more and more beautiful."

She thought of Li Zhenbao in her previous life, four years later, when she turned seventeen. She had a moderate figure, and her facial features were longer and softer. She was not beautiful, but her unique charm and makeup made people unconsciously think of her.

Take a few more glances, she is much better than many noble ladies with empty looks.

Meng Cimo couldn't say that Zheng Yu once said that he was looking for a peerless beauty when he was at the border. He shook his head and said, "They are different from us. We have experienced hardships and hardships that others have never experienced. Only when we saw the goodness in each other were we willing to do it for each other."

They change each other. But for people without special experiences, the main thing they look at is appearance and personality.

"Selfishly, I also hope that Li Zhenbao and Zheng Yu can get together, so that Li Zhenbao will completely join our team. But if they become resentful couples, it will not be good for both public and private affairs... In this way, if they see

When we see each other's goodness, we try our best to create conditions for them to see each other's goodness, and we wish them well when they finally get married. But if one of them has no intention of it, we don't want to match them. It's very painful for one party to have intention and the other not to have it."

Jiang Yixi thought about it and nodded in agreement. She added, "It's Zheng Yuruo's loss if he misses Li Zhenbao because of his appearance."

Meng Cimo said, "Everyone has different opinions. What is arsenic to you is honey to another." He leaned over and kissed Jiang Yixi, and said with a smile, "I still have the vision to see the beauty of my wife..."

The two reclined on the kang and played around for a while. Aunt Wu in the living room coughed several times, and Meng Cimo sat up unhappily.

In the next few days, Meng Cimo spent the whole day in Fushengju except going to Fu'an Hall to pay his respects and have dinner. He had a ten-day marriage leave, took a few more days off, and went to the camp on July 11 to meet Mao.

He knew that doing this would make people criticize him for being worthless, and he would always get tired of being by his wife's side after getting married. But he just wanted to get tired of being by his wife's side, and people could say whatever they wanted.

Jiang Yixi also knew that she should take the initiative to persuade Meng Cimo to go to the study room to read and study, or to deal with official and general affairs. But Meng Cimo was willing to guard her, and she was unwilling to leave Meng Cimo. Even if Grandma Wu reminded her, she still did not

Drive out Meng Cimo, others like to talk about it.

Only they know in their hearts that this is the best reason for Fu to attack them, so that she can take action as soon as possible. As long as Fu takes action, no matter what the result is, they will win.

The fact that they dared to be so unafraid of rumors was of course based on the absolute trust and love shown to them by their patriarch, Mr. Meng.

At the beginning of the eighth day of the lunar month, the old man came to Jinyuan to tend to the flowers and plants. His grandson got married a few days ago, and he was too embarrassed to be an eyesore. From then on, he would come to Jinyuan to tend to the flowers and plants for half an hour every day, and even asked his mother-in-law to put them in his yard.

Two pots of red fruits were brought up.

He also became more convinced that his eldest grandson's daughter-in-law was destined to flowers. He served the two pots of red fruits as if they were his ancestors, and the fruits they produced were only as big as apricots. As for the red fruits in Fushengju, several of them had grown to the size of peaches, and there were two more.

A few strands of red hung on each one.

The old man smiled happily and said, "When most of these fruits are red, I will take them to the outer courtyard and invite Old Man Wang and other old guys to come to the house to enjoy the flowers. I will envy them."

The old man is so strong. He was the best at fighting before, and now he must be the best at planting flowers.

At first, Huahua happily grabbed his trouser legs, but when she heard this, she became unwilling and started meowing loudly.

Jiang Yixi hurriedly winked at it and smiled at the old man, "Grandpa, Zhenbao said it is not called a red fruit, but a tomato. It is not a flower for appreciation, but a delicious vegetable. There are many ways to eat it..."

The old man didn't want to show it off anymore, he laughed and said, "Didn't our family do a good thing for the people of Daliang? Take good care of it, and when it matures, I will use some to honor the emperor."

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