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The letter also said that he found that the grain and grass shipped by the imperial court to the border were half mixed with sand. It was obvious that someone was lining their own pockets.

In view of Meng Wenyao's early warning, he naturally pretended that nothing had been discovered, and he was just asking people to collect evidence secretly, waiting for the war to end.

Even at the end of the letter, he was grateful to have such a good wife as Meng Wenyao, which made Meng Wenyao's cheeks turn red when he read the letter.

After reading the letter, she took the old lady's letter and went to Rong'an Hall.

"Grandma, there is a letter from Mr. Marquis."

Meng Wenyao happily sent it over in person, but before it was delivered to the old lady, Wu Qinfang snatched it away.

"Grandma's eyesight is dazzled. Every time I read my cousin's letters, my cousin won't mind."

Meng Wenyao Shi Shiran sat on the armchair next to her and said with a smile: "It's rare that my cousin hasn't felt dizzy at night after reciting sutras all day."

Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, the old lady quickly smoothed things over and said, "Okay, read it quickly and listen to what Qingping said."

Wu Qinfang failed to take advantage of her words, so she wanted to show Meng Wenyao's face. She quickly read the letter silently, and then said with a smile: "Grandma, my cousin said that he arrived at the border safely and is arranging the army to prepare for war. Everything is fine. I ask you not to worry, if anything happens at home, write to him in time."

"That's all?" the old lady asked.

"That's all, you don't know yet. My cousin always writes short letters, as if writing one more word would cost him his life."

After saying that, Wu Qinfang held up the letter paper in her hand. Only half of the letter was written on one piece of paper. It was really short.

Meng Wenyao lowered her head shyly and sweetly when she thought of the letter she had received, which was filled with three sheets of letter paper.

"Oh," Wu Qinfang was surprised and said in disbelief: "Sister Meng, my cousin didn't mention you at all in his letter. Didn't he forget that he was married?"

"Didn't you mention Miss Cousin? I just married into the Marquis Mansion, so it's normal for the Marquis to not remember me. However, Cousin has been living with me for several years, and the Marquis actually forgot about you. Don't be angry, Cousin. "

"you!"

Wu Qinfang's face turned green and red with anger, and she said not to be outdone: "Although my cousin didn't mention me, my grandmother is old, and I wrote every letter to my cousin. When he saw my letter, he naturally thought of me. .

Sister Meng, do you want me to mention you in the letter and let my cousin know that he has a wife? Otherwise, my cousin will really forget about you. Wouldn't it be too shameful? "

"No, I can write the letter myself, so I won't bother my cousin."

"You are so shameless, my cousin hasn't even written to you, but you took the initiative to write to me, you are so shameless!"

As if she had finally reached the moral high ground, Wu Qinfang spoke in a tone that sounded like a wife who was married to a matchmaker, scolding her concubine for being so charming.

Meng Wenyao felt very bored when she looked at it. She curled her lips and shook her head and said: "Miss Cousin, how do you know that the Marquis didn't write to me? He wrote three letters to me. I wrote them in my room. After reading the letter, I came here to give this one to my grandmother."

This time, Wu Qinfang finally became honest, and she also knew that she would not be able to take advantage of Meng Wenyao's words.

Watching Meng Wenyao leave after saluting, Wu Qinfang said with red eyes: "Grandma, look at this Meng, she's almost stepping on your nose, and my cousin actually wrote so many letters to her, my cousin won't really You must have fallen in love with her."

"Fang'er, don't mess up. When your cousin was accused by the master of cheating his wife and his first wife died early, I asked you. You said you wanted to stay with Qingping for a long time and didn't want to leave early, so I chose Meng, who came out of a small door, prevented this disaster. Since we have taken this step, we must finish it honestly. It has only been a few days, and you can't bear it. If you really don't have this tolerance, Just marry someone else soon."

"Grandma!"

Wu Qinfang lay in the old lady's arms, so aggrieved that she could not speak. She twitched and began to cry.

Seeing her like this, the old lady also felt distressed and coaxed: "She came here to ward off disasters for you. I don't know how long she will live. Just let her be proud for a few days before she dies, and think of it as a sign of good deeds." OK?"

"To be the mistress of a Hou family, you have to be as tolerant as the Mistress of a Hou family. You can't even tolerate a dying person. If Qing Ping takes a concubine in the future, will you die together?"

"Besides, how many years have you and Qingping known each other? He is still indifferent to you. How much affection can he have for a person he has just met? Qingping's letter is 10% to explain things in the house, so you just Stop asking for trouble."

"I understand, grandma." Wu Qinfang responded aggrievedly.

In the Qian Mansion, Meng Qingya asked as always: "How was it today? Did Yue Zhiheng have a pleasant conversation with you?"

Qian Xiuxian was annoyed to death by being asked this question every day. In the past ten days, he had really ignored Yue Zhiheng's side and moved closer to Yue Zhiheng. As a result, at first he only replied with three sentences, but recently he just said He smiled politely and ignored him.

He pushed Meng Qingya who was lying on top of him irritably, exhaled a breath, and said in a depressed tone: "I have listened to your orders in the past few days and said everything I can. Yue Zhiheng didn't look at me at all. Where did you get the confidence to think that Yue Zhiheng can become my confidant?"

"I, I am an intuition. You don't know, a woman's intuition is very accurate."

Meng Qingya wanted to say something more, but Qian Xiuxian fell asleep, turned over and ignored her.

On the second day, Meng Wenyao had nothing to do, so she decided to go to Meng Ji Noodle Shop in person.

When she arrived at the noodle shop, looking at the familiar decorations and the familiar and enthusiastic Su He, she felt like she was in a dream.

"Madam, this is a time when there are many guests. Would you like to sit next door first?"

At Su He's suggestion, Meng Wenyao went to the next room. As soon as he walked in, he heard Su He's enthusiastic voice outside: "Master Yue is here, is it still the same?"

"Old Su, you don't need to ask this question every day."

"Isn't this just in case the adults change their taste someday?"

"I am dedicated and affectionate, so you don't need to test me."

"Hahaha……"

Listening to the familiar conversation between the two, Meng Wenyao knew that Yue Zhiheng was here. His relationship with Su He was still as good as ever!

But after a moment, Su He's voice rang again: "Master Qian, come here, what do you want to eat today?"

Compared to just now, this voice was much more restrained. It was probably that Su He and Qian Xiuxian were not yet familiar with each other.

"same as usual."

Listening to Qian Xiuxian's tone, it sounded like he was very tired, which made people feel stuffy for no reason.

But Meng Wenyao had no intention of helping Qian Xiuxian, who had made her live in exhaustion all day in her previous life. Everyone has his or her own destiny.

After a while, Yue Zhiheng's voice rang: "Old Su, I've finished eating."