Mu Yunhan said casually: "Bai Qi, a doctor of Yushitai, third grade, the boss of Yushi Lu, has three wives and concubines, three sons and two daughters. His daughter is married to the legitimate son of Meng's third wife.
The husband and wife have a harmonious relationship and are raising children..."
Meng Jie's eyes shone: "It's amazing, I really remember it."
Considering that the person just now was a relative of Meng's family, Mu Yunhan might have written it down on purpose, so he picked another person and asked, "Where is that person?"
Mu Yunhan said: "Zou Bingying is a ceremonial officer and an etiquette consultant. He has a wife. They are aunts and cousins. They are childhood sweethearts. They have a harmonious relationship with each other. They have an only son who is not married yet."
"Ahem..." Mengjie couldn't help coughing.
This simply...cannot be described as simply smart, but can only be described as "never forgetting what has been heard".
Mu Yunhan looked at him with a smile. In fact, she knew more and more details.
But what Meng Jie didn't say, she was determined not to say another word.
Of course she wouldn't tell him about the book Gu Fenglin had read to her.
Meng Jie was devastated: "Fourth brother worked hard for a whole year to remember these people and things, wandering around other people's offices and homes like thieves at any time. As soon as he remembered this, someone changed again, so he had to start all over again.
It doesn't look like you..."
If a descendant of the Meng family wants to become an official, one of the first things they must do is to understand the people and things in the court.
Meng Xiang believes that only by knowing these things can we do things well and in detail.
Otherwise, if you don’t know them, don’t know anything, and bump into them out of nowhere, isn’t that asking for death?
Mu Yunhan flattered Mengjie: "I am a famous teacher giving birth to a great disciple."
Mengjie smiled: "Let's continue."
It's comfortable to deal with smart people. He was very worried when Mrs. Meng asked him to explain it before, but now he really isn't worried at all.
By the time Meng Jie finished introducing everyone, it was getting dark.
A thin mist rose and filled the surrounding area.
Jixiang ordered people to light lanterns everywhere.
Long red palace lanterns hung down in strings from the eaves of the palace, spinning and flying in the night wind, coating the faces of Gu Yilan and Gu Fenglin with a light red color.
Some people couldn't wait any longer and whispered: "When will it take place?"
Just as he was talking, he saw Gu Yilan open her eyes.
Murong laughed happily, stood up and walked forward, saying gently: "Husband, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Gu Yilan shook her head indifferently and ordered someone to bring paper and ink.
Murong personally took the paper and ink and served him to write.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Fenglin also opened his eyes.
At first glance, what I saw was Mu Yunhan.
Even though the twilight was thick, even though they were so far apart, Mu Yunhan's eyes still met his accurately.
Their gazes entangled each other, then parted ways.
The corners of Gu Fenglin's lips became a little gentler, and Mu Yunhan's eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles.
Gu Yilan's hand that was writing paused for a moment, then raised her eyes to look in the direction of Mu Yunhan.
His eyes were sharp and cold, and he looked straight into Mu Yunhan's eyes.
Mu Yunhan felt a thump in his heart, stopped smiling, and looked ahead indifferently and hollowly.
Gu Yilan quickly looked away and continued writing.
Gu Fenglin said calmly: "Get paper and ink."
The person who got him paper and ink was Ji Xiang. Gu Fenglin glanced at her with no expression, lowered his eyes and started writing intently.
Soon, the three fortunes of the two people were written down and sent to the prince by the prince's attendants. (To be continued)