Meng Xiang was silent for a moment and said calmly: "If my child is disobedient and more irritating, then it's fine.
Look at the Qian family, for the sake of a little wealth, they made the brothers fight against each other, and the old man was so angry that he died..."
Mrs. Meng cried and said: "You will comfort me. I didn't think much about it in the early years, but recently I can't help but think about this issue."
"You think too much! One more child will always be partial. When the time comes, they will always blame their parents and will always be jealous of each other.
There are only three and three, and they are all his, so there is nothing to think about. Don't think about it and sleep peacefully.
Tomorrow, I will write to Sansan and ask him to get married soon and have more grandchildren for us to play with."
Meng Xiang's voice became softer and softer, and deeper and deeper.
The old lady took the medicine and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Aunt Yang walked in, bent down and said, "Master Xiang, please go and do your work. Just leave this place to the old slave."
Meng Xiang was about to stand up, but when he saw Mrs. Meng holding his hand tightly, he changed his mind: "Everyone is waiting, and I am here to accompany her."
"Yes." Nanny Yang exited and whispered to her servants to arrange the kitchen for midnight snacks.
It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.
On the major streets of Lanjing, a few lanterns were moving in the darkness.
They are Meng Jiu and the stewards of Meng Xiangfu respectively.
They all held a bag of letters in their hands, and planned to deliver these letters to respectable people in Beijing.
No need to say much, just push it into the crack of the door and the task is completed.
As for the content of the letter, they all knew it very well.
It was to expose the life experience of the priest’s wife and siblings.
It is disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. If the Priest Palace dares to challenge their prime minister, they will have to pay the corresponding price.
As long as the reputation of the priest's wife is ruined, the priest will also be unable to hold his head high.
The things he instigated to frame Meng will also be exposed, and Meng will be released soon.
The Meng Prime Minister's Mansion will continue to stand in the middle of the court and continue to be the prestige of the Meng Ban Dynasty, and its power will be far greater than before.
A steward walked to the door of the neighbor of Wuhou Mansion, took out a letter, and prepared to stuff it into the crack of the door.
A gust of cold wind blew from behind him, and he shuddered. He subconsciously turned around and saw an enlarged face.
This is an unfamiliar face, covered from head to toe in black night clothes, with only that face exposed unscrupulously.
The hair on the steward's body stood on end, and when he drew the sword with his backhand, he knew kung fu and was very good at it.
However, the other party did not give him a chance, and gently moved his palm forward, hitting him right in the face.
He couldn't make any sound, fell to the ground on his back, and was dragged away silently by the other party.
Another dark shadow walked out, picked up the lantern he dropped, looked around, and followed closely.
After a while, the long street returned to calm, as if no one had ever arrived.
Another street.
Meng Jiu, filled with hatred and anger, raised his head and stood at the door of Cheng'enhou Shen's mansion.
Once upon a time, Mrs. Shen was introduced to Mu Yunhan by Mrs. Meng.
It was here that Mu Yunhan gained recognition from the Queen Mother and rose to prominence.
Today, he is going to take it all back here.
They tore off the faces of the Mu siblings, threw them to the ground and trampled on them.
Let them be ridiculed and insulted by thousands of people, let them get out of the capital in despair, and not even dare to live in this world.
Ungrateful people do not deserve happiness and glory.