Meng Hetong's gaze made Xu Qingmo feel nervous. She slowly pulled her hand back: "Do you know? You look like that old pervert with a big belly!"
Meng Hetong looked at Xu Qingmo with helplessness on his face: "Do you know, you can easily get beaten if you talk like this!"
"You make it sound like you can beat me!" Xu Qingmo raised his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Hetong with a half-smile.
Meng Hetong was speechless.
In order to make herself sleep better, Xu Qingmo lit some soothing incense in her room. Now that she was smelling the incense, she felt a rare drowsiness, and her upper eyelids began to fight uncontrollably with her lower eyelids.
Meng Hetong held his cheek and looked at Xu Qingmo, and soon noticed that he was starting to feel sleepy: "Want to sleep?"
"So, our Marquis Yongchang, when are you going to leave?" Xu Qingmo yawned and couldn't help asking.
Meng Hetong stared into Xu Qingmo's eyes: "Do you really want me to leave now?"
"Meng Hetong, guess what, if they find you in my yard tomorrow morning, will you still be able to walk out of this yard with your life?" Xu Qingmo was so sleepy that he kept yawning, "By then, even the King of Heaven and I will be dead." I can’t save you!”
Meng Hetong was quite aware of this, so when Xu Qingmo said this, he stood up silently: "Do you think if I go out now, will I be caught by your father and eldest brother like before? "
"As long as you don't walk out like an idiot like last time, you probably won't!" Xu Qingmo stood up, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation, "If you don't see me off, you won't be welcome next time." You are here! I will put a lot of nails on the roof tomorrow. If you are not afraid of being poked like a hedgehog, you can keep up the good work!"
Meng Hetong pouted: "Do you really want me to leave?"
Xu Qingmo was slightly impatient: "Get out of here!"
Meng Hetong was forced to go out, and then the door behind him was closed tightly.
Meng Hetong was quite sad, but had no choice but to leave with a look of loneliness.
But this night would probably not be so peaceful. Meng Hetong never thought that when he was about to climb over the wall to go out, he would actually see He Qianwen sneaking out at the back door of Ningyuan Hou Mansion.
The carriage looked like it was temporarily rented. He Qianwen stuffed a lot of money into the concierge. The maid next to her was talking to the coachman: "You should know how to get to the Yongchang Marquis Mansion?"
"Yongchang Hou's Mansion is only one street away from here. But what is the girl going to the Hou's Mansion for so late at night?" The groom was a little strange and couldn't help asking, "And even if the girl goes now, the Hou's Mansion It’s impossible to open the door, and the girl can’t see the person she wants to see.”
The maid looked back at He Qianwen who was standing at the door, and then said firmly: "You don't need to worry about this. All you have to do is take us to Yongchang Houfu!"
The groom curled his lips: "Okay!"
For the groom, he just takes money to do things. For this job at night, the money given is five or six times that during the day. Naturally, he will not refuse. Besides, it is just two girls who can't make trouble. Something big is coming.
After He Qianwen heard the groom's answer, she held her maid's hand and prepared to get into the carriage. But just when she was about to get into the carriage, Meng Hetong had already climbed down from the wall and straightened his clothes, looking like a tree in the wind. , stood in front of him.
Meng Hetong watched He Qianwen get into the carriage and said softly: "Are you going to Yongchang Marquis Mansion to find me?"
He Qianwen's body stiffened, and when she looked back, she found that Meng Hetong, whom she had longed for, was standing there.
He Qianwen quickly jumped out of the carriage and almost sprained her feet because she was so anxious. But even so, Meng Hetong just stood there with no intention of walking to her side.
Probably because she felt too wronged in her heart, He Qianwen couldn't help but blush when she saw Meng Hetong. She stepped forward and wanted to reach out to grab him, but he dodged it.
"I heard that Miss He is looking for trouble with my fiancée today?" Meng Hetong looked at He Qianwen and said coldly.
"You haven't gotten engaged yet!" He Qianwen retorted.
Meng Hetong smiled: "It seems that from Miss He's point of view, His Majesty's imperial edict cannot determine the marriage between me and Xu Qingmo!"
He Qianwen bit her lip. She felt aggrieved and clutched the corners of her clothes tightly: "I don't believe it. Do you really want to marry her?"
"Otherwise?" Meng Hetong raised his eyebrows, "If I don't marry her, how can I marry you?"
He Qianwen felt a pain in her heart: "Brother Meng..."
"Do you know that throwing mud on the princess's face is a capital offense?" Meng Hetong looked at He Qianwen with extremely cold eyes.
He Qianwen clenched her fists and said nothing.
"This is the capital, and every inch of land is precious. Everyone you meet may be a member of the royal family. Everyone lives cautiously, but Miss He lives wantonly. As soon as she arrived in the capital, she threw mud directly on the princess's face. On his face, he doesn't even take His Majesty's imperial decree seriously now. Mr. He is also a man who understands how he gave birth to such a troublemaker like you." Meng Hetong narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was even a bit of contempt in his eyes.
He Qianwen probably never expected that Meng Hetong would say such hurtful words. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes: "So, you really want to marry her, right?"
Meng Hetong frowned: "Don't you understand human language?"
"Since you wanted to marry her from the beginning, why did you come to provoke me?" He Qianwen pointed at Meng Hetong and cried blood.
Meng Hetong took a deep breath: "Miss He, I have never provoked you. I have taken great care of you. In the final analysis, it is just because you are Xu Qingmo's cousin. Have you really never felt my alienation from you?" Have you been there?"
He Qianwen bit her lip and refused to admit it.
Meng Hetong looked at He Qianwen in front of him with some helplessness: "Miss He, you and I are not even the simplest friends. We can only be regarded as acquaintances, nothing more!"
"Brother Meng..."
"I like Xu Qingmo. I have liked her since a long time ago. If you didn't insist on following me, I wouldn't have wanted to take you and your brother with me when we were in Hangzhou City. From the beginning to the end, I wanted to be alone with her. Get along." Meng Hetong frowned, "Besides, according to the rules, when you see me, you should salute, and you should call me Marquis, not Brother Meng!"
He Qianwen looked at Meng Hetong and wanted to say something else, but her hand was held tightly by the maid beside her.
