This was the scene Qin Songmo saw when he stepped into Shuiyunju.
Shen Wangchen was sitting on a chair playing chess with his little daughter.
The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, if not for a huge monster squatting in the corner next to their seats.
He walked into the house feeling cold. After the breeze took off the cloak on his shoulders, he did not go forward directly, but walked to the charcoal brazier to dispel the coldness on his body.
"How did Chang Xiao become like this?"
Shen Wangchen stopped playing as soon as Qin Songmo entered the room.
Hearing the latter's concern for Meng Jiuan, a smile appeared on his baby face, "The lady said he was impulsive."
Meng Jiuan, who was hiding in the corner and drawing circles, suddenly became stiff when he heard the word "impulsive", and his movements of drawing circles became faster.
Qin Songmo took in his every move, and after the coldness on his body dissipated, he went to sit in the upper seat.
"It was indeed impulsive."
"The Second Prince has begun a thorough investigation into this matter. Something like that happened last night, so you, Changxiao, went to the morning court today."
Qin Songmo picked up the teacup at hand and blew away the tea leaves floating in the cup while talking.
After hearing what his friend said, Meng Jiuan couldn't help but look up. "What else can we do? Chu Huaiyu is cruel and has a habit of torturing children. Isn't this the best way?"
Shen Wangchen, who was standing next to him, shook his head and chuckled when he heard this. “If I had General Meng’s skills, I would definitely choose to use medicine instead of resorting to such means.”
The medication does sound much milder.
But Meng Jiuan is a battlefield expert, so he uses quick, accurate and ruthless methods.
If everyone had chosen to use medicine like Shen Wangchen, the enemy would have killed him first, and he would not be alive until now.
Meng Jiuan snorted lightly. He was used to not getting along with Shen Wangchen. "You only know how to ruin my career."
"How bad are your skills? If you have such skills, why don't you go to that guy's house and drug him? Instead of talking nonsense to me here!"
Shen Wangchen put down the black piece in his hand.
He raised his head, and his baby face was smiling from beginning to end, looking harmless.
In fact, he is full of evil intentions and ordinary people are no match for him.
"How does General Meng know that I didn't go to the Second Prince's residence and drug him?"
As soon as Shen Wangchen said this, Meng Jiuan knew that he had already taken action.
Sitting aside, with a pair of short legs dangling on the chair, Li Shengyi, who was happily eating melon, said "Oh my God" in his heart.
She turned her head to look at Shen Wangchen, [Making a move on Chu Huaiyu behind his back, brilliant!]
[But if he does this, and then he ordains Su Jinrou into becoming a monk, will the Buddha still be willing to accept him as a disciple?]
When Shen Wangchen heard her first words, the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.
When he heard her second heartfelt words, the smile on his lips froze.
Where did the young master hear that he would become a monk for Su Jinrou?
He wasn't even interested in Su Jinrou. Where did the young master come up with this conclusion?
His hands hidden under his wide sleeves were clenched into fists. When Shen Wangchen raised his head again, the smile between his eyebrows was forced, and Meng Jiuan, who was standing beside him, laughed secretly.
Qin Songmo took in every move of his two friends.
His jade-white fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and he whispered, "In two days it will be Master Yun's fortieth birthday, so he's been keeping a low profile lately."
Yun Bixian's 40th birthday should have been a grand celebration.
But the Second Prince suddenly encountered such a thing. Yun Bixian had originally planned to hold a grand ceremony, but now he can only do a small one.
If the invitations hadn't been sent out, he shouldn't even have held this birthday party.
After all, Yun Bixian's family has many children. The second prince encountered that kind of thing in the palace in his early years and has been unable to have children. Now he has encountered such a thing again. If Yun Bixian holds a grand birthday banquet again, it will inevitably arouse the other party's anger.
Li Shengyi could even guess that Yun Bixian was shaking like a sieve after learning about this this morning.
The corners of her lips curled up, and she looked up at Qin Songmo, "Daddy, do I have to go with you then?"
"How's the marriage between the Yun family and the Taifu Mansion going? Is it all settled?"
"If it's settled, then I want to go too. Second Miss Yun hasn't thanked me for finding her a good marriage yet."
Before Qin Songmo could answer, Meng Jiuan, who was drawing circles on the side, suddenly turned around and looked at the three people present.
"What marriage? When did the Yun family have a marriage with the Taifu Mansion?"
"Is it Yun Rusi's? I remember there was only one young master in the Taifu Mansion, and he was even engaged to the youngest daughter of the president of the Hanlin Academy. How did he get involved with Yun Rusi now?"
Seeing the question mark on Meng Jiuan's head, Li Shengyi kindly repeated to him what had happened in Qingluan Pavilion before.
There was a helpless expression on that pink little face.
She spread her hands and said, "Young Master Liu said that he and Second Miss Yun are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. He is not worthy of her death. Sometimes, when fate comes, it cannot be stopped."
"Oh, young people nowadays are so impulsive. This good engagement was suddenly ruined. I don't know if Sister Miaomiao will be laughed at in the middle of the night. No, I woke up crying."
After hearing what Li Shengyi said, Meng Jiuan's sword-like eyebrows suddenly frowned.
He turned around and looked at Qin Songmo, and it took a long time before he heard him speak in a hoarse voice.
"Qin Yuanqing, little Radish Head is indeed the child you raised. He's just as treacherous as you."
Qin Songmo was drinking tea. Upon hearing this, he put down the teacup in his hand, and his thin lips, which were scalded by the tea and tinged pink, curled up slightly. "Thank you for the compliment."
Meng Jiuan, "...No, I'm praising you?"
"Isn't it? Isn't 'scheming' a compliment?" Li Shengyi asked him back.
This rhetorical question left Meng Jiuan completely speechless.
He raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks, then asked, "So what happened next? Has the marriage between the Taifu Mansion and the Yun Family been finalized?"
Li Shengyi, who wanted to know the answer just like him, cast his expectant gaze on Qin Songmo.
The latter nodded and said, "It's settled. Second Miss Yun fainted three times in her room from crying and has been hiding in her room ever since, refusing to see anyone."
Li Shengyi was satisfied after getting the answer.
Looking at Qin Songmo, her eyes lit up, and she asked with anticipation, "Daddy, can I go with you then?"
Qin Songmo nodded, "Of course."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Meng Jiuan, "Chang Xiao, have you accomplished your mission?"
When talking about this, Meng Jiuan's shoulders suddenly collapsed, "I told you, your daughter is just as difficult as you!"
The two people's charades were noticed by Li Shengyi and Shen Wangchen.
The two looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.
In this hall, Qin Songmo and she were not the only ones who were scheming, Shen Wangchen was no less evil.
Only Meng Jiuan is impulsive and naive.
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