The North Embankment of Luopu is very beautiful in autumn, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. When the autumn wind blows, the ground is covered with a layer of golden sweet-scented osmanthus.
The boots are soft when stepped on.
Jiang Miao was wearing a goose-yellow dress and climbing up the stairs with a little white cat in her arms. Her black hair was like clouds, with a wooden hairpin stuck to her temples, and her face was like an autumn moon, which made people happy to see her.
Today, Wang Wanyi will also go to Luopu North Embankment to enjoy the osmanthus flowers together with other noble ladies in Luoyang City.
She had no impression of Wang Wanyi. After all, the original owner had never met Wang Wanyi until her death.
However, when Wang Wanyi and her maid stood under an osmanthus tree, she recognized him at a glance.
"Miss, will you return home after enjoying the sweet-scented osmanthus this time?" Maid Qiu Xi asked nervously.
Wang Wanyi looked around, a little absent-mindedly, "It took a lot of effort to get out. I'll go back later."
After saying that, she walked forward looking at the rich autumn colors, and couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be if she could enjoy the laurel with Xiao Yi...
Jiang Miao stood there holding the little white cat, watching Wang Wanyi walking from her side, getting closer and closer.
But people didn't stop until they crossed.
Wang Wanyi was so immersed in her fantasy that she didn't notice her at all.
Jiang Miao turned back to look at Wang Wanyi, who passed by her, and she opened her mouth and shouted.
"younger sister."
"Are you my sister?"
Jiang Miao walked up to Wang Wanyi holding the little white cat.
"Huh?!" Wang Wanyi suddenly stopped and looked back, meeting a pair of smart eyes and a face that was very similar to her own.
"you?..."
Jiang Miao gently stroked the little white cat's back, "I think I might be your sister."
"My name is Jiang Miao."
"How is that possible?!" Wang Wanyi frowned, "My mother only gave birth to me, and my father doesn't have any other daughters."
"Your surname is Jiang, and my surname is Wang. Don't try to lie to me!"
Jiang Miao chuckled, "Although my surname is Jiang, the Jiangs are not my biological parents. I was picked up by them in Putuo Mountain, so I came to Luoyang to find my relatives."
"Seeing that the girl looks so similar to me, maybe we are biological sisters."
"If you don't believe it, why not go back and ask your parents if they lost a baby girl seventeen years ago."
Wang Wanyi suddenly felt angry, "Impossible!"
At this time, the maid next to Wang Wanyi came forward and scolded Jiang Miao.
"Bold! Do you know who my lady is?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, the Prime Minister's Mansion will not let you go!"
Jiang Miao glanced at Wang Wanyi meaningfully, "Oh, it turns out that the girl is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace."
"In other words, I might also be the daughter of the prime minister's house."
Wang Wanyi looked at her face, she looked so similar...
But she felt very uncomfortable when she thought that she might be her parents' lost daughter.
She is the only daughter of the prime minister's house, so she only needs Ying Feng as a brother and doesn't want any more sisters...
"You must have recognized the wrong person. How could my parents lose their child? Stop talking nonsense!"
"Oh?" Jiang Miao looked at her with a half-smile.
"Is that so? Can you ask Miss Wang to go back and mention it to the Prime Minister and send someone out to investigate. I believe the Prime Minister's Mansion will make the truth come out."
Wang Wanyi frowned and turned around, not wanting to look at those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
"Are you unwilling, Miss Wang? It doesn't matter, we can't force these things, so I'm sorry to bother you." After saying that, Jiang Miao left with a light step.
Wang Wanyi gritted her teeth and called out to the girl.
"Wait a minute, miss, please leave your address. If there is any news, I will send someone to tell you."
Jiang Miao turned around and smiled, "Okay."
The little white cat immediately jumped up to his shoulder.
[Host, if you leave your address, aren't you afraid that Wang Wanyi will kill someone and silence you? ]
Jiang Miao stood on tiptoe to pick some fresh sweet-scented osmanthus and put it into the small basket. "She didn't dare. It's not her who has the final say in the prime minister's office. Wang Shi'an will not be able to hide every move he makes, so why should she alarm others."
"As for leaving the address, of course it is to stabilize her and prevent her from going to the prime minister's office."
Jiang Miao raised her eyebrows.
Is she such an easy person to talk to?
If he didn't want her to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, then she really had to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Jiang Miao carried a small basket of sweet-scented osmanthus back to the house at the foot of Baima Temple. When she opened the door, she saw Shen Tanwei sitting under the persimmon tree writing.
When Shen Tanwei saw her coming, he stood up in panic, picked up the manuscript on the stone table and held it in his arms.
Because he moved so quickly, several manuscripts were scattered on the ground.
Jiang Miao walked over, leaned down and picked up one, looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.
It was too late for Shen Tanwei to get it back.
"Miss Jiang..."
"Miss Jiang, Xiaosheng is writing these just to make a living."
Jiang Miao carefully read the entire draft. When he looked up, he saw that Shen Tanwei's ears and cheeks were red.
She calmly put the manuscript back on the stone table, "Oh, this is much better than the story about a poor scholar and a noble lady falling in love with each other."
Detective Shen sighed slightly, "I just hope Miss Jiang won't misunderstand Xiaosheng as a shameless lecher."
Jiang Miao nodded. Scholars in the imperial examinations pay great attention to integrity. If he wins the first prize in the future, it will be a big deal if the matter of writing erotic stories in the love story book today is exposed.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Shen Tan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart lifted again when he heard her next words.
"It's very nice. When the bookstore sells it, I'll go and support it for you."
Tan Shen choked slightly, "This...it's not necessary..."
Jiang Miao glanced around the yard and saw that Shen Tanwei was taking good care of it.
He walked to the kitchen and took out a basket, "Miss Jiang, you haven't been back for a long time. The persimmons on the tree are ripe, so I made persimmons for you."
"Thanks, it tastes good." Jiang Miao picked up one and ate it, then went to the kitchen to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
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After Jiang Miao finished making the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she sent a portion to Sun Zhenqing in Yaolu and then went to Baima Villa. She took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the residence of General Yang, and Yang Zijian was also present.
She first gave Old General Yang acupuncture. After that, Yang Zijian suddenly said:
"Miss Jiang, the house has newly purchased some good tea, which goes well with your sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Why don't you stay and have a cup of tea before leaving?"
Jiang Miao raised her eyebrows and said, "My uncle and I invite you, so it's better to be respectful than to obey."
The two sat opposite each other in the courtyard. Yang Zijian took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and praised it repeatedly.
"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Miss Jiang has a unique taste."
"The fresh osmanthus flowers from Luopu North Embankment were used?"
"Well, I went to Luopu to enjoy the osmanthus and picked some back."
After a cup of tea, Yang Zijian hesitated to speak.
"Miss Jiang, are you free these days?"
Jiang Miao put down the tea cup, "What's the matter?"
"Last time, Prime Minister Wang came to visit my father. When he saw that my father's condition had improved, he asked which god had cured him. He wanted to ask someone to come to the house to treat my wife's stubborn illness that has been there for many years." Yang Zijian knew very well that Jiang Miao had not yet established his own business, so he proposed this The request was a bit presumptuous.
Jiang Miao nodded, "Prime Minister Wang is worried about state affairs all day long, and he also has worries about his family. It would be my great fortune if I could relieve his worries."
"It's up to you to arrange this."
Yang Zijian glanced at Jiang Miao appreciatively, "Miss Jiang is righteous."
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