Xirong Wennian's eyes turned cold. Signing the agreement would leave evidence.

If one day they turn against each other and become enemies, once this evidence is sent to the Emperor of Xirong, the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason will not go away.

He said in a deep voice: "You don't need to sign the agreement, right? I know what to do. Besides, I've helped you a lot, haven't I?"

Wu Xiaoke smoothed things over and said: "Wen Xiaonian is not having a good time now. Let's not sign the agreement for now. If someone discovers the agreement, all his efforts over the years will be in vain."

Jing Xi thought for a while and nodded, "For the sake of our fateful friendship, forget it."

If Wen Xiaonian does anything to harm Meihua Pavilion and Da Ming, he has plenty of ways to kill him.

The atmosphere relaxed, and several people talked about some serious matters, and then Wu Xiaoke and Wen Xiaonian took their leave and left the palace.

After getting on the carriage, Wen Xiao said: "Thank you, I owe you for your help every time I come to Da Ming."

Wu Xiaoke waved his hand, "Why are you so polite? What is our relationship?"

The two of them were kidnapped and trafficked by Yazi from the border of Xirong to Nanyun, and were rescued by Ling Yao together. They can be regarded as friends in need.

Wen Xiaonian's cold lips curled up slightly, and she looked at Wu Xiaoke with interest.

Wu Xiaoke was a little embarrassed by the sight, and his arrogance showed, and he laughed and said: "Why are you looking at me so affectionately? I don't like you!"

Wen Xiaonian rolled her eyes at him and leaned lazily on the carriage, "Don't be careless. Why don't you find someone to get married to?"

Wu Xiaoke's smile froze, and then turned into a bitter smile, "Aren't you also not married?"

Wen Xiaonian said calmly: "I am younger than you."

Wu Xiaoke chuckled, "I'm not old either, I'm only twenty-one years old."

Wen Xiaonian's eyes dimmed and she asked with a sigh, "Is she okay?"

Wu Xiaoke said: "It's good, Feng Jinxing dotes on her."

Wen Xiaonian's eyes narrowed, "Feng Jinxing is not worthy of her."

Wu Xiaoke smiled bitterly and said: "We are not worthy of her either."

"No man can match her, as long as she feels happy." After Wen Xiaonian finished speaking, she turned to look out the window.

If Ling Yao was not doing well, he would take her away without hesitation.

However, Ling Yao was very happy, exuding a happy and sweet atmosphere from the inside out.

…

Meng Wanzhou returned to the house from the shop, feeling a little tired. Mrs. Meng gave her an invitation and said: "Invitation to the wedding of Princess Shumin's young master, Yin Xiuyuan."

Yin Wenxiu had already mentioned this, so Meng Wanzhou was not surprised. He took it and glanced at it, "I know."

Master Meng did not expect that Princess Shumin would send an invitation to their family. After all, the Meng family is not as big as before, and he is only a fifth-rank young minister of Honglu Temple, with no real power.

Master Meng was quite proud: "It seems that our Meng family has not yet declined. Maybe my official position can be improved."

Mrs. Meng said happily: "It will be beneficial to us to have a good relationship with Princess Shumin. Although Princess Shumin has lost power, Yin Xiuyuan is a close minister of the emperor."

Lord Meng also took note of this. There must have been many important officials in the court that day, maybe both princes were there, and he just took the opportunity to make acquaintances.

After thinking for a while, he said: "You can ask Wan Qiu to clean it up and take it with you when the time comes."

Meng Wanqiu is a concubine. She is fourteen years old this year and has reached the age to discuss marriage. It would be a good thing if she is favored by a noble lady.

Mrs. Meng was a little unhappy that she had to take her concubine with her, but for the sake of the family, she endured it.

Meng Wanzhou listened with little interest. If it weren't for Yin Wenxiu's relationship, she would not have gone. After all, her marriage had been decided.

After Master Meng left, Mrs. Meng snorted, "I think about that little bastard in everything! I'm not afraid that the little bastard won't be able to get on the stage and embarrass the Meng family!"

Meng Wanqiu's biological mother, Aunt Liu, was once Mrs. Meng's personal maid. She originally wanted to be Lord Meng's concubine, but Aunt Liu couldn't wait any longer and climbed into Lord Meng's bed herself.

The nature of the mistress taking the initiative to take over the house and crawling into the master's bed was very different. Mrs. Meng was very disgusted with Aunt Liu.

Meng Wanzhou put down the embroidered bag in her hand, took Mrs. Meng's hand, and said: "Mom, although Wan Qiu was born to Aunt Liu, she is also my father's daughter. You are a bastard, and my father heard about it and wanted to talk to you again."

Angry."

Mrs. Meng said disdainfully: "I'm just a bitch born of a bed-crawling maid. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to take him out?"

Meng Wanzhou was helpless: "If you don't want to, then just don't take her with you."

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanqiu was walking into the room. When he heard this, he ran over screaming: "Father said he would take me with him, are you going to leave me behind again?"

After saying that, he lay down on the ground and rolled around, crying: "Madam abused the concubine! The child my aunt gave birth to is not having a good time..."

Mrs. Meng was extremely angry and shouted angrily: "If you continue to act nonsense, I will kneel down in the ancestral hall!"

The maid beside Meng Wanqiu, Xiang Tao, immediately stepped forward and covered her mouth: "Miss Seventh, please keep your voice down."

Meng Wanzhou is the sixth among the sisters, and Meng Wanqiu is the seventh, the youngest daughter.

Meng Wanqiu bit Xiang Tao's hand and screamed: "If you don't take me out, I will make trouble in the capital!"

Mrs. Meng had a headache from her quarrel. She waved her hand in disgust and said: "Go, go, go to the warehouse to find materials to make a new dress!"

Meng Wanqiu succeeded and left happily.

Mrs. Meng gritted her teeth with hatred, "Look, this is a fourteen-year-old girl, and she is still acting like a slut!"

After speaking, he asked Meng Wanzhou: "You should also make more beautiful clothes so that you can look better when the time comes."

Meng Wanzhou said helplessly: "I'm not going on a blind date."

Mrs. Meng smiled and said: "You have to dress up beautifully, and you can't let that little bastard compete with you."

Although Meng Wanqiu is stupid and shallow, she is very good-looking. Otherwise, Master Meng would not expect her to marry into a good family and help him.

"Got it!" Meng Wanzhou promised, but she didn't dress up in a fancy way.

After all, she has a husband, so she should keep a low profile and give the opportunity to express herself to the young girls who are not engaged.

On that day, she wore a lilac waxy skirt with light pink sunset flowers embroidered on the neckline, cuffs and skirt. A flounder jade pendant was pressed against the skirt. The purple lining made her skin white and delicate, and her eyebrows were beautiful.

She wears a fairy bun on her head and a green hairpin dotted with silver beads and flowers. Although it is simple, it looks very tasteful.

Meng Wanqiu, on the other hand, wore an apple green dress, a double-ring bun on her head, and a pair of matching butterfly wags, which made her look very lively and lively.

Seeing that Meng Wanzhou was dressed plainly, Mrs. Meng stepped forward and took her hand, "Why don't you wear something brighter?"

Meng Wanzhou smiled and said: "I'm already engaged. It's just right to wear lavender to attend the wedding banquet. It's neither eye-catching nor too sober."
Chapter completed!