"Young Master is Meng Xiang's only legitimate son." Thirteenth Niang sighed secretly. She finally figured out that Mu Yunhan was teasing her own Young Master.
Mu Yunhan immediately looked shocked: "Oh, what a pleasure to meet you!"
Meng Jia had been waiting for this moment, but when he saw her exaggerated look, he suddenly lost interest and said calmly: "Stop pretending, if you want to attract my attention, you have already succeeded!"
Mu Yunhan: "..." I really want to roll my eyes and pour excrement all over him, what should I do?
"Take out the night-flowering vine that I asked you to find!" Meng Jiayi ordered.
Mu Yunhan said: "I have already given it to you."
Meng Jia glared: "I asked someone to look at it. A night-flowering vine of such an old age weighs at least seven or eight pounds. You only give me such a small amount, and you dare to do it?"
Mu Yunhan immediately stopped smiling: "In business, the young master only gave me five hundred taels of silver. Of course it's only worth that little. If you want more, you have to use money to buy it."
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Are you obsessed with money? Do you want money rather than your life? I order you to hand over all the remaining night vines immediately!" Meng Jia
Yelled.
Mu Yunhan said: "I'm sorry, I have given all the bidding to Huanhua House. If you need it, sir, you can go to Huanhua House to participate in the bidding. Xiaomi, let's go!"
"How dare you! That's what I decided! Ugly girl!" Meng Jia yawned uncontrollably, but still held on and refused to fall asleep.
Mu Yunhan looked at him quietly and counted silently: "One, two, three...down!"
Meng Jia's eyelids drooped heavily and stuck together. He tilted his head and fell asleep on the white rattan lounge chair.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Yunhan curled her lips. She had expected that tonight would not be so easy, so she tripled the concentration of the tea.
This is obviously a child who has not grown up. He is bored and looking for trouble. It is really annoying.
But there was also an advantage. He made it so lively that it made her forget how annoying the sound of raindrops outside the window was.
As the carriage moved forward, Thirteenth Mother smiled bitterly: "It's not that I meant to hide it, it's just that his identity is too special."
Mu Yunhan also said: "It's not that I deliberately concealed it, it's really better to have one less thing than one more thing."
Thirteen Niang expressed her understanding and sighed: "Tell me the truth to my sister, how long will it take for him to recover from this disease? Can the root cause be removed?"
Mu Yunhan couldn't tell. She felt that for a person like Meng Jia, who was born in a wealthy family and had a smooth life since childhood, there must be a special reason why he got this disease: "He is too sick. Can my sister tell me?"
I, how did he get this disease?"
Thirteenth Niang sighed: "I only know that he was well when he was a child. About eight years ago, when I went to Beijing, he became ill and killed his wet nurse. The whole government kept it secret and didn't mention his disease much.
Sometimes he is good and sometimes bad, but in fact he is not a bad person, nor stupid, he is capable of writing and martial arts, and his articles are highly praised by the Holy One."
It was hard for Mu Yunhan to imagine that such an arrogant and crazy person, no matter how strong he was, could actually write well.
Thirteenth Niang probed: "You have always said you want a promise, can you tell me what it is?"
Mu Yunhan said: "The promise I want is that you can help me bring my business to the state capital and Lanjing."
This request is not too much. You don’t have to worry about it at ordinary times. If something happens to you, it will be settled with a letter from the prime minister. Thirteenth Niang promised: “As long as I can cure the young master, it’s no big deal.” (To be continued)