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"Since you say I'm crazy, then I'll go crazy. Shopkeeper, no matter what these two people buy, I will buy it ten taels higher than them."

With such an arrogant tone, Mrs. Qian, who was already planning to call it quits, couldn't bear it anymore. She was an official wife anyway, how could she be slapped in the face like this?

She hugged the cloth in her hand tightly and said through gritted teeth: "Thirty-five taels, I bought it from the shopkeeper."

"Forty-five taels."

"Fifty taels."

……

"One hundred taels."

A piece of cloth costing ten taels of silver was sold to one hundred taels. Mrs. Qian said in disgrace, "Since this young lady sincerely wants to buy it, I will give you one hundred taels."

There was a sarcasm on her face, thinking that Meng Wenyao would be afraid, but the sweet sister beside her paid the money immediately.

Then she took a step forward and took a fancy to one, and Meng Wenyao bought one at a higher price.

All the customers in Jinxiu Pavilion gathered around to watch the joke.

Just now he thought it was just a girl from a certain family who was a bit domineering, but now Qian Mingju felt that this girl was targeting his family, so he bowed and bowed with a very good attitude.

"Miss, may I ask where I offended you?"

As a court official, Qian Mingju treated Meng Wenyao so politely, and the people around him looked at Meng Wenyao with great contempt, thinking that Meng Wenyao was just a rich second generation ancestor, and it was really annoying to be so domineering.

When the whispers of the people around him became quieter, Meng Wenyao said calmly: "My lord, you have not offended me, but I have too much money and no place to spend it. All my money is earned by my family, and I have to spend it hard. Unlike some people who only rely on others to spend their money, they naturally cannot stand upright when buying things.”

Mrs. Qian on the side thought that Meng Wenyao was sarcastic, and immediately retorted: "You said who relies on others to spend money? Every copper I spend is my husband's salary. Our money comes from a clean source."

"Yes, yes," Meng Wenyao agreed very much with Mrs. Qian's words, and turned to ask Qian Mingju: "I don't know who paid for your studies before you were elected, your widowed mother who died five years ago. ?”

This sentence asked Qian Mingju as if he was struck by lightning. He was dragged to Baihualou by his classmates. He didn't want to be noticed by the girl in the building with his poems. She gave him money to study, hired famous teachers for him, and bought books for him. Paper, ink and pen.

He was a scholar after all, so how could anyone know that he was relying on a prostitute? So after he was elected, he immediately cut off contact with Mei Zhi and quickly married Shangfeng's daughter.

Some time ago, he heard that Baihua Building had been raided and Mei Zhi was missing. He was glad that he could finally let go of his nightmare for many years. Unexpectedly, he visited a silk and satin shop today and had his fig leaf lifted off him.

He knew that Mei Zhi might be in the crowd, but he didn't dare to look for it, nor did he dare to confront her. After all, he was at fault, so he took his wife and left.

"This person is a lunatic, let's not argue with her."

Mrs. Qian didn't know much about Qian Mingju's past, so she felt that today's farce was most likely due to something wrong with Meng Wenyao's brain. Other than that, there was really no explanation.

"It's because I'm not in good health and I took my husband with me to go shopping, so I'm being ridiculed now."

"It's not my fault, ma'am."

The couple went home sweetly, but Mei Zhi, who was in a state of despair, seemed to have lost three souls and six souls until they returned to the Meng Mansion.

"Miss, I thought I had forgotten and didn't care. I didn't expect that he would still be so rude when I saw him today. I'm sorry, miss."

Emotional injuries are the most difficult to heal. The best way to forget the hurt caused by the scumbag is to let the scumbag explode on the spot.

Meng Wenyao quickly threw herself into the great enthusiasm of fighting the scumbag.

Soon, a group of children started singing nursery rhymes near Qian Mingju's home.

"A poor scholar, raised by a prostitute, a successful candidate, married to a beautiful girl."

Qian Mingju was a poor Hanlin who lived in a house provided by the Hanlin Academy. There were other poor Hanlins like him living in that area. Within a few days, this song was not only sung near his home, but also directly spread to the Hanlin. hospital.

The Hanlin Academy is a place of purity. How could such rumors that tarnish its reputation be allowed? Before the Hanlin Academy could self-examine and correct itself, the censors had already begun to complain in the court.

Qian Mingju's reputation was ruined in the street all of a sudden. What's more, after the people from the court investigated, they found that he was really supported by a prostitute, and he was immediately dismissed from his post and his reputation.

In the cold window of ten years, once he jumped out of the dragon gate, he fell into the quagmire again in the blink of an eye. Qian Mingzhu went crazy and started looking for Mei Zhi. He must take revenge.

Meng Wenyao knew nothing about the crazy thoughts in his heart. After learning that Qian Mingju had been dismissed from office, Mei Zhi felt much better and went to Jinxiu Pavilion to start a new life.

After checking Qian Mingzhi for many days, he finally found Mei Zhi. He immediately ran into Jinxiu Pavilion, pointed at Mei Zhi and cursed.

"Bitch, Baihualou has closed down, so you come to Jinxiu Pavilion to solicit business. Look, everyone, this person used to do business in Baihualou, but now he comes to Jinxiu Pavilion openly."

When the housekeeper's wife and young lady in Jinxiu Pavilion heard that Mei Zhi came from Baihua Building, they immediately asked the shopkeeper to come out and explain.

"How can there be people here from that kind of place? There must be a misunderstanding."

The shopkeeper said a few words of comfort and went over to argue with Qian Mingju. He was a shopkeeper and had never seen anyone or Fenglang.

He stood in front of the counter and sneered: "How does Mr. Qian know that the woman is from Baihualou?"

"Oh, I remembered that Mr. Qian was once kept by a prostitute from Baihua House. Don't you recognize the person inside?"

"I used to think that someone framed Mr. Qian. It seems that Mr. Qian himself admitted it. Why, when he met the donor, Mr. Qian didn't even kowtow. This sage's book was read into the dog's belly?"

"Look, I forgot again. Lord Qian has been expelled from his official career and is not considered a scholar."

……

The shopkeeper kept talking without stopping, and only cursed Qian Minju. He stretched out his fingers and shook them up and down, speechless, and then suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

When Meng Wenyao found out, he couldn't laugh or cry: "If Qian Mingzhu thinks he has identified you, your reputation will be ruined. Don't you know that his reputation will be ruined even more completely? He is really stupid and bad. Forget it, you can rest at home for a while. Don't go out again, lest that lunatic comes to trouble you again."

This farce spread naturally and quickly in the capital, and Lin Shuyang was the first to share it with Chu Yuanfeng.

"Have you heard that there is a Hanlin in the Hanlin Academy who used to be raised by prostitutes and got promoted, but now he was found out and expelled from his rank? Guess what?

He actually ran over to give people a theory and was scolded until he fainted. It was unprecedented and unprecedented. It really taught me a lot. "

Seeing that Chu Yuanfeng didn't move, Lin Shuyang bumped his shoulder and asked, "Are you still thinking about that girl?"