Peng Bo immediately said: "Please allow your Majesty the Imperial Envoy a moment, and I will ask the people below to make it quickly!"
He was afraid that Meng Jia would not agree, so he said twice: "Bring it soon, bring it soon!"
Meng Jia had no expression.
Peng Bo winked at Meng Twelve, indicating that other plans would proceed as usual, but it was just a roster, not a big deal.
Meng Twelve said: "Then go get it quickly!"
Peng Bo was about to slip away when he heard Meng Jiali say coldly: "Wait a minute, it was Mrs. Anguo who just handed over the invitation to file a complaint, right? I will go with you."
Peng Bo complained secretly, but there was no excuse to evade it.
This Mengxiang only son was just a playboy in the past, fooling around all day long.
Anyone who doesn't agree with him or doesn't like him will get into trouble.
Later, when he joined the army, he was a military man, unlike civil servants who had to pretend to be pretentious.
Still a little unsatisfied, the fists speak for themselves, and they hit whenever they say they will, and they really hit them as soon as they hit.
With him here, it would be really difficult to handle this matter today.
Peng Bo wanted to look at Meng Twelve's face again, but he heard Meng Jia sneer: "Why, Meng Twelve is the imperial envoy, and I'm not?"
Meng Twelve hurriedly said: "I am doing odd jobs with Brother Ten, Brother Ten, please stop joking."
Meng Jia casually slapped Peng Bo again, pushed him far away, and strode forward with his head held high.
Like a pitiful little girl who had been frustrated, Peng Bo managed to stand firm and followed closely with a red and swollen face.
Meng Twelve let out a sigh of relief, waved over someone, and said in a deep voice: "Carry out the third plan."
Mu Yunhan did not enter the county government hall where guests were entertained, but went directly to the main hall where the case was heard.
She is a super-class lady, so naturally she cannot stand.
Xiaomi looked around and saw that there was no suitable chair, so she went over and brought the county magistrate's chair over for her to sit on.
She was not polite and sat calmly, drinking the tea Xiaomi handed her and looking at her surroundings calmly.
Master Han was tied up and thrown into a pile not far away, with a look of resentment on his face, but of course, he was also full of hope.
He is just a small character and has no idea about the major military affairs. He also doesn't know that he has fallen into the abyss and there is basically no possibility of getting up again.
"The imperial envoy has arrived!" the officer shouted bluffingly.
Mu Yunhan raised his head and looked at the door, only to see a tall figure striding towards him, it was Meng Jia.
Although he was neatly dressed, his eyes were blood red, and the impatience and irritability on his face were obvious.
Mu Yunhan suddenly realized that Meng Jia might be sick again.
She quickly calculated and found that almost a year had passed since she got married to Gu Fenglin, cut off contact with Meng Jia, and gave him wishful tea for the last time.
And his Ruyi Tea should probably be used up by the beginning of this year.
Even if you plan carefully, you can only support it until one month ago at most.
If his mood has been bad and he cannot adjust well, he may have been ill for a long time.
Meng Jia's indifferent gaze fell on her, and Mu Yunhan stood up and squatted and saluted: "Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy."
Meng Jia nodded: "Mrs. Anguo."
Peng Bo followed up with a red and swollen face and said with difficulty: "I have seen Mrs. An Guo."
"Your Majesty the County Lord." Mu Yunhan covered his mouth in surprise and lost his voice: "What's wrong with you?"
Peng Bo felt ashamed and annoyed, and secretly hated in his heart: "It's nothing."