The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

Summer is coming to an end and autumn is coming. Seeing the weather getting cooler day by day, Meng Xian counted the days and suddenly realized that it was approaching her uncle Meng Zhou's birthday.

Uncle Mengzhou's birthday is September 21st, and it is already September 6th.

Meng Xian didn't have a good impression of Wang and Meng Lin, but she respected her uncle Meng Zhou very much and had deep feelings for them.

Meng Zhou also always favored her the most among the younger generation, so she couldn't spend her uncle's birthday with a random gift of valuable items like she did with Wang.

She also thought about what to give her early in the morning.

When giving gifts, it is natural to give them what they like;

What Meng Zhou loved most in his life was reading and calligraphy. He loved reading all kinds of books. Meng Yuan and Meng Xiang both joked that if they gave their eldest brother enough books, he would definitely be able to take them out for several years.

Then there is calligraphy. Meng Zhou himself is good at calligraphy, and he also loves to collect masterpieces by calligraphers from past dynasties.

Meng Zhou had already taken the position of Taifu, so ordinary books, calligraphy and paintings were naturally unacceptable to him, so all Meng Xian gave him were priceless and unique copies.

They were all obtained by chance during her travels throughout the years.

Meng Xian also loved reading, so she made a copy of it and kept it for herself to read.

It would be a waste to keep the original copy with her, so it would be better to give it to her uncle to make the elders happy.

After preparing the gift, Meng Xian couldn't help but think again -

On Mengzhou's birthday, there will be a banquet in Taifu's Mansion. In the past, I could just sneak away, but this time I can't.

Ugh.

Meng Wan saw that she was happily preparing birthday gifts for her uncle just now, and now she sighed again, and he could guess what she was thinking.

He stretched out his hand to rub her bun, which she had styled extraordinarily delicately today, and said, "The birthday banquet will only last for half a day at most, so just bear with it if you can."

Meng Xian rested her chin on the table and raised her eyes when she heard the words. Her watery eyes were vivid, but with a sense of grievance, "What if I can't bear it anymore?"

Meng Wan: "..."

Meng Qi smiled and added, "If you can't bear it anymore, we promise we won't stop you if you want to speak or use your hands."

Meng Xian snorted and glared at Meng Qi, "Second sister is disgusting~"

Meng Wan also advised: "There are so many people at the birthday banquet. Wang must be busy dealing with the distinguished guests and probably won't have time to talk to us, so there shouldn't be any discomfort."

"Better so."

"Otherwise I..."

Meng Wan and Meng Qi both stared at her, as if to see what shocking words she could say.

Under the "kind" eyes of her two sisters, Meng Xian naturally changed her tune.

"I have to bite my teeth into pieces."

Meng Wan and Meng Qi then looked away quietly and began to focus on the matter at hand again.

-

Meng Xian remembered the birthday of his uncle Mengzhou, and Jiang Heng also remembered his teacher's birthday.

Because I understand Mengzhou’s temperament,

Therefore, Jiang Heng's gifts were not thought to be rare or expensive, but rather reflected his own feelings.

But this makes it even more worrying.

After all, precious objects can be bought at any Zhenbao Pavilion antique store, but it is too difficult to think of something that reflects one's feelings.

Of course, he didn't forget to ask Meng Xian what he wanted to give.

When Meng Xian said what he had prepared, a certain man's eyes turned red.

Jiang Heng also loves calligraphy and reading.

So not only did he know about the unique copy mentioned by Meng Xian, but he had also been searching for it for many years but could not find it.

The change in someone's face did not escape Meng Lian's eyes.

"You, you like it too?"

The young Marquis took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "It's okay. You gave it to the teacher, and you're not an outsider. I can borrow it from the teacher."

The tone of these words,

I don’t know if it’s intentional or not.

Why are you so aggrieved?

Meng Xian said: "I still have a few unique copies of military books."

Ok?

Someone sat up straight in an instant.

Immediately I no longer felt uncomfortable, my eyes were no longer red, and I felt both physically and mentally relaxed.

……

How valuable an orphan copy is depends on the person.

Some people have this interest and feel that a lot of money is worth it;

For those who are illiterate, they may feel that it is not as practical as two sesame seed cakes.

Just like Meng Xian was not interested in or understood the art of war, but she knew that unique copies were rare, so she kept collecting them.

But to be honest,

Putting such a book in her hands, she felt that it was a waste of money and was gathering dust in the library.

As the saying goes, swords are given to heroes, and ropa is given to beauties;

Such a precious and only copy of the military book,

Anyway, Meng Xian felt that no one in the world was worthy except Jiang Heng.

Of course, she wouldn't give it to him even if he deserved it.

-

In fact, Jiang Heng also teased her on purpose.

How rare and precious is the original copy?

No one’s money is brought by the strong wind.

If you really like it, it would be great if you could copy it or borrow it to read.

……

The days pass by,

But strangely enough, the birthday gifts have been prepared, but the message has not been received yet.

Meng Wan felt strange, so she sent Laifu to find out whether the Taifu Mansion had started distributing invitations to birthday banquets.

As a result, it was nothing more than leaving. Once he left, he had not even entered the mansion yet. Just along the way, Laifu heard all kinds of bizarre anecdotes.

I wouldn't care about other Laifu, but from what I hear, it seems to be related to Taifu.

Laifu casually grabbed a young man who had just been talking passionately to others, "I dare to ask, little brother, what did you say something happened to the Tutor's Mansion just now?"

The young man was obviously a talkative man. He had just talked to someone else, and now someone asked him about it again. He was not impatient at all, but told Laifu again vividly.

"Mrs. Meng has been so strong for many years. Mrs. Meng must have been unable to bear it anymore."

After listening for a long time, Laifu asked with surprise on his face: "Why do you think from my little brother's tone that Mrs. Meng's actions seem to be well known to everyone?"

"Well, after so many years, every time Mrs. Meng goes out, no one in the city has accidentally bumped into her once or twice."

"That style of work is something that no one will look down upon."

Laifu's heart tightened slightly, "So, Master Meng no longer lives in the house?"

"Yes, Mr. Meng left the mansion in a carriage that day. I really saw that there was a lot of luggage in the carriage."

Laifu did not dare to delay any longer. He thanked the young man and hurried back to report to the three girls.

This news is really unexpected.

Meng Wan and the other three were stunned after hearing this, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Meng Wan was puzzled: "No one knows what Wang's style is. My uncle has endured it for so many years, why did he suddenly...?"

Meng Qi guessed: "People who have endured it for too long will be called terrible when they explode."

Meng Lian: "Don't worry about why they are making trouble, first think about where uncle can go after he moves out."

Meng Qi: "Having been an official for decades, how can it be that my uncle doesn't have another house under his command? If I ask around a little, I will definitely find out."

Laifu on the side understood it and said, "Then my subordinate will do it immediately."

Meng Wan: "Go and come back quickly."

Laifu took the order and left.

Meng Xian held her chin as she digested and digested what she had just reported to Fu, "Why do I feel that uncle's behavior this time is not like a simple husband and wife quarrel."

Meng Qi: "You just feel it? My uncle's gentle temperament has been forced to do something and move out. How can it be a simple quarrel between husband and wife?"

Meng Xian suddenly stood up and turned around twice.

The tone was a little subtle, "Do you think it's possible for uncle to divorce the Wang family?"

Meng Qi glanced at her sideways, "From your tone, you seem to be looking forward to it?"

Meng Xian did not deny it, but blinked her big watery eyes and asked, "Don't you expect it?"

Meng Qi: "..."

It's really... a bit.