The Tang family arranged a guest house with a quiet and quiet environment for Mingwei.
Snow Parrot and Haiyan breathed a sigh of relief and followed her to her new residence.
With the two of them around, Mingwei felt very relaxed. She went in and looked at the furnishings. There was nothing to be picky about, so they took care of it.
Then we went on to eat and sleep again. Except for the occasional meeting with Ji Xiaowu, we didn't worry about it at all.
The Tang family was in a bloody mess.
Tang Xi's wonderful wedding was so messed up, how could the Tang family pretend it didn't happen?
Ever since Duke Tang Jing received the letter from his second son, he started to investigate the Ling family.
Now that they are here and the preparations have been made, it is time to settle accounts with the Ling family.
Naturally, the Ling family cried out that they were wronged and had no idea what Master Ling and Miss Ling had done.
Later, the Tang family pressed hard and presented various evidences to prove that these two people had problems for a long time and had nothing to do with the Ling family.
Mingwei had nothing to do, sitting under the tree in the yard, reading a book and eating fruit, while listening to the two girls talking about the Ling family.
The two of them obviously got the order, and they weren't as close to each other as they had originally been.
"The Ling family said that Mr. Ling was out on business four years ago and encountered bandits. Everyone who accompanied him died, and only he escaped. Later, Mr. Ling's temperament was different. They found him
Mr. Ling’s friends testified that his habits were different from before, and sometimes he couldn’t answer questions when talking about old things, saying that he had forgotten them.”
"This means that Mr. Ling has been impersonated?"
"That's what the Ling family means, but who can say for sure? Maybe they just made up some random words to deceive us."
"That's right. It doesn't take much effort to make up a story."
"Who says it's not?"
"What about Miss Ling?"
"As for Miss Ling, the Ling family went back and forth and found out that she had chickenpox one year and lived in the nunnery for more than half a year. But she was a young lady in the nunnery and had few contacts with others, so there were no witnesses."
"Does the Duke believe this?"
"Don't talk about the Duke, we don't believe it either! If someone can be transferred so easily, then the Ling family will be too useless, right?"
When Xueying said this, she did not forget to look for Mingwei's support: "Miss Mingqi, do you think so?"
At this time, Mingwei just had to agree, but she thought about it and replied seriously: "It is possible that Mr. Ling was impersonated. Adult men are about the same height and shape, so it is not difficult to disguise themselves. But Miss Ling
This way..."
"What's wrong, Miss Ling? Is there a problem?"
Mingwei didn't answer but asked: "How old was Miss Ling when she got chickenpox?"
Xue Ying thought for a while: "It's been three years, right? Based on this calculation, it should be fifteen years old?"
Ming smiled and said: "That's it. Fifteen to eighteen, at this age, people will grow up. Even if you look like a fifteen-year-old child, it is difficult to imitate the process of growing up."
Haiyan asked: "Are you saying that there is no problem with Miss Ling's identity?"
Mingwei shook his head: "I can't say that there is no problem at all. I can only say that if Miss Ling is really impersonated, then this person should be of the same age as Miss Ling, and even have a certain similarity in appearance and figure. She
There are so many maids around me, and they do all the daily work for me. How easy is it to be so disguised that there are no flaws?"
Haiyan thoughtfully nodded silently.
In fact, this statement implies that there is no problem with Miss Ling's identity, but she can't say it to death. What if something unexpected happens?
At this point, Ming smiled and changed the subject: "These bayberries are so delicious. I can't even buy them in the north. Even if I do, they are pickled."
The snow parrot raised his head, not knowing what he was proud of: "Of course, bayberry can only be found in the south. Now is the season, you can eat more if you like. When it is out of season, only bayberry sauce can be eaten. Have you ever eaten bayberry?
Sauce? It's also delicious. It's very sweet when eaten alone, and can be paired with rice..."
So the three of them began to discuss what fruits were delicious and how to prepare them to taste.
Tang Shao listened outside the yard for a while, then asked someone to knock on the door.
"Second Young Master!" When the two maids saw it was him, they hurriedly stood up.
Tang Shao nodded and asked, "Do you have time, Miss Ming Qi? You've been in Nan'an for so long and you haven't fulfilled your duties as a landlord yet. Are you willing to go out for a walk?"
Ming Wei raised her eyebrows in surprise, and soon understood what he meant, and replied with a smile: "Second Young Master invites you, how dare you not obey?"
So she changed her clothes, put on the power fence, and followed Tang Shao out of the Duke's mansion.
The atmosphere in Nan Chu is obviously more conservative than that in Northern Qi. When she was in Northern Qi, she never wore a power fence when going out, and there were many women showing up on the street. In Nan Chu, anyone who wore better clothes wore a power fence.
Tang Shao was obviously prepared and the carriage was already waiting.
After a while of galloping, the carriage stopped and arrived at a restaurant.
Tang Shao led her through the door and directly into the box.
There was already someone in the box, but it was Tang Xi.
The two of them had seen the ceremony, and when Mingwei saw that there was no one else around, he asked, "Does the Second Young Master bring me here like this for something important?"
Tang Shao motioned for her to take a seat and said, "Miss Ming Qi will know later."
Mingwei didn't ask any more questions and sat across from them, quietly sipping tea and admiring the piano skills.
This restaurant follows an elegant route, with exquisite and elegant decoration everywhere. The guests coming and going are polite and elegant. Although there are many people, it is not noisy at all.
In the corner of the lobby, there is also a piano player playing the piano. The sound is lingering and he is quite accomplished.
As they listened, people came to the lobby near their private room. Judging from their long gowns and folding fans, they were all scholars.
After they ordered their dishes and started talking, Mingwei realized the benefits of this private room.
They can clearly hear what's being said over there without showing their faces.
At first, they were talking about the academy and gossip between friends. As they were talking, someone mentioned -
"I heard that the Holy One has a new favorite recently?"
As soon as this was mentioned, another scholar laughed and said, "When did Brother Miao become concerned about the palace?"
The Miao scholar waved his hand and said, "Brother, you are joking. The new favorite I am talking about is not some beauty."
Sitting opposite them, the man as thin as a bamboo pole interrupted: "I know who Brother Miao is talking about, and it seems right to say that he is a beauty!"
Scholar Miao laughed: "Brother Wang has buried someone again. He is a big man..."
"How can others not say anything about a big man who looks like that? Your Majesty, it's true. Why don't you know how to avoid suspicion? Now it's being spread everywhere that your Majesty has a habit of cutting off his sleeves when he sees beauty. It's really a mess!"
Scholar Wang has a rather upright temper and always criticizes.
Because of his words, the atmosphere in the room became a little colder. Fortunately, someone was really curious and asked: "What's going on? I haven't been out for a long time. Is this behind the times?"
Scholar Miao explained with a smile: "It's like this. Not long ago, Your Majesty met a Taoist master by chance. He knew people very accurately and was straight-talking. Now he loves him very much. We go in and out together. We believe whatever he says. I really don't know.