Meng Xiang stood up unsteadily, gave Gu Fenglin a vicious look, and helped his servant downstairs.
In fact, everyone knows that Mrs. Meng may not be really bad, she is just giving Meng Xiang a step up.
While Gu Fenglin was chatting with his horoscopes, Mu Yunhan looked at Meng: "Brother Meng, how are the children doing recently?"
Considering many factors, when the fourth grandmother passed away, she had no past, and after her death, she had no past.
After Meng was released from prison, the two parties never met again.
Occasionally encountered on certain occasions, but also subconsciously avoided.
No matter what the cause of the incident was, who was right and who was wrong, the person was still dead, and it would be difficult to bridge the gap between the two parties.
But Mu Yunhan will never forget the help he received from her when she first came to Beijing.
Now that the opportunity was right, she wanted to express her concern.
Meng was much thinner than before. When she asked, he was silent for a moment and then said calmly: "Everything is fine."
Mu Yunhan asked again: "How are all the elders and younger brothers and sisters in the family?"
Meng was silent for another moment before replying: "Everything is fine."
After that, there is no way to continue the conversation.
Mu Yunhan also fell silent.
Gu Fenglin pushed the two birthdates forward and said, "These horoscopes don't fit together."
Meng said in surprise: "Why can't they get along?"
Gu Fenglin tapped the eight-character post: "It's a sign of great misfortune. I can't pick a lucky day."
Meng suddenly changed his expression: "Why is the priest so aggressive?"
Gu Fenglin raised his long eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I tell the truth, why do people always think I have ulterior motives?"
A disciple of the Meng family said angrily: "He clearly doesn't want our two families to get married! Let's go and take it to the Lord Taichang Temple for reconciliation!"
Meng held on to his last hope: "Priest, please stay on top of things so that we can all meet..."
Gu Fenglin said impatiently: "What I said is the truth. If you want to listen to hypocritical lies, for one or two silver, there are more than a dozen fortune-telling stalls on the street. You can get whatever good things you want to hear!"
This time, no matter how good-tempered Meng was, he couldn't bear it any longer. He took the eight-character postcard, turned around and left in a big stride.
The disciples of the Meng family who followed him, as well as the followers of the Meng family, stamped the stairs making a "dong-dong" sound.
Mu Yunhan felt that even that sound was filled with endless anger.
She walked to the window and looked down, and saw a group of young and strong men getting on their horses and rushing into the night against the gurgling rain curtain.
She was greatly worried: "If Meng Banchao really goes against us, it would be extremely troublesome."
If the New Deal is to be implemented smoothly, the other party must be suppressed.
Many of the Mengshi disciples were in the military and in the court. After the suppression, not only the Mengshi talents were damaged, but also the imperial court was seriously injured.
If they don't resist, with such momentum, how can they survive?
Gu Fenglin said quietly: "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."
Mu Yunhan was surprised: "What countermeasures?"
He gently put his hand on her shoulder, not wanting her to ask any more questions: "Look at the rainy night, why don't I take a walk with you on the street?"
Mu Yunhan leaned back and was right in his arms.
The warmth in his arms made this cold autumn rainy night a little more tender and warm.
"No, I don't like the rain. It's better to go home and sleep," she said.
Walking in the rain was romantic, but she had been working hard these days, and she was worried that he would get sick from being exposed to the rain.