As an elder, Qin Meizhen's momentum was suppressed by Meng Zhuoer at this moment, and she couldn't help but step back.
"You..." Qin Meizhen pointed at her with trembling fingers.
"What are you pointing at me for?"
Meng Zhuoer slapped the other party's hand away and refused to accept her words, "Let me tell you, it was my grandfather who supported me, and it was you and your father who made the engagement with the Jinnan Palace.
You want to curry favor with the powerful position of the Prince of Jinnan, and they have given you this opportunity. Can't you be unwilling to marry your daughter just because someone dies? "
Meng Zhuoer's smile was as bright as a flower, "Second Madam, you have to know that it is difficult to make a marriage contract with the royal family. Of course, it is difficult to cancel it, but you are all adults. Is it difficult to pay for your choice?
I, Meng Zhuoer, am the most innocent person in the whole thing, okay. If you didn't want me to be the scapegoat, why would I take such a trick? "
She blinked innocently.
Qin Meizhen was so angry that she almost flew into a rage: "But you have obviously..."
"Yes, I took your money, but so what, the money was originally mine.
My grandfather gave me so much money every month, and he brought me a lot of jewelry and treasures every time he came back from an outing, but you took them all away. The little money you gave me is not enough to repay my losses. Where did I go wrong, huh? "
She looked harmless and sighed, "Second Madam, please become your in-laws with the Prince of Jinnan. The Prince of Jinnan is a powerful minister. You must take good care of it. I am optimistic about you~"
Her smile was sweet and her laughter was even clearer. Finally, she held the big cock and ran briskly towards her yard.
Qin Meizhen was furious, and such anger almost destroyed her reason.
She looked left and right, and finally her eyes fell on the fruit knife on the table.
Qin Meizhen walked towards Meng Zhuoer with a fruit knife, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of Meng Yuqing who was giving instructions to the housekeeper in another corridor.
Meng Yuqing didn't know what happened in the main hall because of the distance, but Qin Meizhen was afraid that Meng Yuqing was engraved in her bones. She almost immediately hid the fruit knife behind her and stared at Meng Yuqing with a look of fear and nervousness.
Meng Yuqing then took the housekeeper out.
Qin Meizhen was completely relieved.
She seemed to have collapsed and collapsed to the ground.
The maid Zhong Yun hurriedly came to help her.
Qin Meizhen was sad and angry: "Zhong Yun, you said they are all granddaughters. Why does Meng Yuqing love that little bitch Meng Zhuoer so much? Why doesn't she know how to love Feifei? Why should Feifei marry a dead man?"
"The old Marquis has not been partial for a day or two. It may be because you entered the house after the death of that person..."
"That was more than ten years ago. I have worked hard in this family for so many years without any credit, right? If Meng Zhuoer was a leader, I wouldn't say anything, but she is still a little girl.
Meng Yuqing was so interested in Meng Zhuoer that she seemed to be her own granddaughter. "
She was indignant.
Yes, neither Meng Yifei nor Meng Zhuoer are Meng Yuqing's biological granddaughters.
Because Meng Xiangyi is not his biological son.
The wife who died at the same time as Meng Yuqing had no descendants. The old lady gave birth to a child, but the child was taken away by his enemies and brutally killed as soon as he was born. Meng Yuqing refused to take a concubine and marry a wife, so he adopted his son from a side branch. .
But perhaps because of his deep love for the old lady, Meng Yuqing couldn't stand the idea of Meng Xiangyi marrying Qin Meizhen just after his first wife died. It may also be because Meng Zhuoer is her first granddaughter and she raised her personally. So I love him very much, even more than Meng Xiangyi.
At least Qin Meizhen has never seen a father chop off his son's fingers for his granddaughter.
Zhong Yun sighed, "Madam, now that the young lady has married to the Prince of Jinnan, what should we do?"
Qin Meizhen didn't know either, not even Meng Yuqing could do anything about it.
But the people who caused such misery to her husband and daughter were none other than Meng Zhuoer's grandparents.
There was nothing she could do about Meng Yuqing. Could it be that she couldn't deal with Meng Zhuo'er?
On the other side, Meng Zhuoer returned to the yard and immediately asked the people below to burn the fire and slaughter the chickens.
"Miss, this chicken is so beautiful. It's colorful. This slave has never seen such a beautiful big cock. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill it?"
Karen poured out the boiled hot water.
"You don't understand, it's just such a tall, high-quality big cock that tastes good. It looks like this cock grew up eating corn, and its skin must be very yellow. And look at its feet, which are fat and big, making it easy to chew. .”
Meng Zhuoer slaughtered the rooster with ease, like a seasoned expert.
That bloody scene made even Xiang Lian, a maid, couldn't help but tremble.
Meng Zhuoer finished the rooster in just one operation and stewed it with twenty Chinese herbs for a whole night. The meat was fragrant and tender.
The yard smells very fragrant all day long. Although the smell of medicinal herbs is also very obvious, it does not affect the appetite at all. On the contrary, it is very appetizing.
Meng Zhuoer ate this chicken at the end of the day. Of course, she didn't forget to give some to Meng Yuqingsheng.
When Meng Yuqing heard that the chicken soup was made by her granddaughter, she was so happy that her beard grew.
He tasted it based on the principle that even if the meat was raw and extremely unpalatable, he would swallow the soup, but he didn't want it to taste unexpectedly delicious.
"When did you learn how to make soup?" Meng Yuqing was surprised and tasted a few more mouthfuls, "It's more delicious than what the cook makes."
"That's~"
Meng Zhuoer was very proud, and the grandfather and grandson ate it happily.
"By the way, what do you think about your marriage?" Meng Yuqing suddenly asked, "After all, you and His Highness have had some entanglements and grudges. Those princes and grandsons are the most stingy and will always hold grudges."
Meng Zhuoer nodded solemnly: "My granddaughter feels the same way. If I marry you, I'm sure I will be tortured. My granddaughter wants to find a way to cancel the engagement and choose another husband."
Meng Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief.
At first, he was worried that his granddaughter would be obsessed with His Highness, but now that he sees how transparent his granddaughter is, there is no need to worry.
In fact, he had always disapproved of his granddaughter marrying into the royal family, just because Zhuoer liked the Second Highness.
The royal family is a messy place. You have to be careful everywhere. There are traps everywhere. There are endless intrigues. After the battle for the throne, there is a fight for power and profit. There are three wives and four concubines in the back house, and concubines compete for favor.
Meng Yuqing knew that his son had no achievements, could not join the officialdom, and might not even be able to successfully inherit the title.
If Zhuo'er went to such a Shura field, who would be able to support Zhuo'er a hundred years later?
"Grandpa, please mention it to Your Majesty when you get the chance." Meng Yuqing patted Meng Zhuoer's head lovingly.
Meng Zhuoer rested her head on her grandfather's lap, coquettishly.
There was a flash of light in her eyes.
Done!
What I want is to cancel the engagement with that scumbag. My grandfather agrees and is willing to help. That would be the best thing.
