Chapter 105: Master's Dominance
The young leader pointed at Wen Yan's carriage with his chin and asked, "That girl inside, isn't that the one you like? When do you plan to marry her?"
"Nonsense, can't you see that she has her hair in a bun?" Meng Xiyan said righteously.
"It's just a joke," the little leader curled his lips, "You're still so boring."
The three of them quickly returned to Songshan Village.
Wen Yan jumped off the carriage and saw Ying Ximei rushing out from the side. She ran to Meng Xiyan, looked up at him with a flushed face, and said, "Brother Meng, let me help you get off the horse!"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hands.
Meng Xiyan lightly squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse went around behind the little leader.
Ying Ximei wanted to follow.
Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Ying Ximei has fallen for Meng Xiyan?
She hurried over and stood in front of her: "Why are you here?"
Seeing Wen Yan, Ying Ximei was furious and scolded: "I am your aunt, how dare you speak to me in such a tone."
Ying Ximei couldn't get around Wen Yan, and immediately became angry: "Wen Yan, get out of my way."
"You are at my doorstep, who should get out of the way?" Ying Zhilin opened the gate and walked out.
Ying Zhilin looked at Ying Ximei with a serious look.
Ying Ximei felt uneasy when she saw his eyes, and she lowered her head and walked away quickly.
Ying Zhilin then invited Meng Xiyan to rest in the courtyard. At a glance, he saw that the person following Meng Xiyan looked familiar.
The little leader was stunned for a moment when he saw her, then he smiled at him and blinked.
Ying Zhilin: “…”
After Meng Xiyan politely declined, he rode away with the little leader.
"Has there been any results from above regarding the drought in Jinyang Prefecture?" Ying Zhilin and Wen Yan went home together.
Wen Yan nodded and said, "The disaster relief matters have been handed over to the Meng brothers and sisters. However, the national treasury is short of silver. Chi Fei promised the emperor that they will raise the money for disaster relief."
"Jinyang Prefecture has hundreds of thousands of people, and the money and food required is not a small amount."
"So, I came back to find the God of Wealth... Look, I found him." Wen Yan walked into the yard and saw Wu Yunzi painting under the eaves.
"Isn't he at the academy? Why is he at our house?"
"He ran out of paint, so he came to our house to get some." Ying Zhilin liked to hear Yan say "our house".
"You didn't take his money!"
"He gave it to me, but I didn't take it."
"It's better not to ask for it! You can't use my things for nothing!" Wen Yan smiled cunningly.
Ying Zhilin immediately shed a tear of sympathy for Wu Yunzi.
Wen Yan tiptoed to Wu Yunzi's side.
When he was about to dip his pen into ink, Wen Yan said softly, "Hey!"
Wu Yunzi was so frightened that he trembled and almost fell to the ground.
Turning around, I saw Wen Yan, who was stroking her chest: "If you scare people, you'll scare them to death."
Wen Yan looked at him with a smile: "Master, I heard that you ran out of paint. I have a lot at home, I can give you a box."
Wu Yunzi subconsciously protected his painting: "If you are too nice to me for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief! Don't even think about harming my painting."
"Master, am I the kind of person who robs and plunders in your heart?" Wen Yan's expression changed, revealing a look of worry. "Master, my sister and I are in big trouble...
I am at my wit's end and can only ask you for help."
Wen Yan then talked about the disaster relief work in Jinyang Prefecture.
"Could your good sister be the eldest daughter of the Meng family?"
Wen Yan nodded and pounded garlic.
"When you open your shop, will you hold an auction? All the money raised from the auction will be used for disaster relief?" Wu Yunzi confirmed again.
Wen Yan nodded: "The money I have collected now is not even enough... That's why I want to lend you a few more paintings as a gimmick to attract customers..."
Wu Yunzi didn't even think twice and said, "I'll donate three paintings to be auctioned, and all the proceeds will be used for disaster relief."
Wen Yan immediately gave him a thumbs-up: "Master, you are so domineering. You are such a kind person. When I raise enough money for disaster relief, I will make a set of unique paints just for you."
When Wen Yan dealt with Wu Yunzi.
Meng Chifei was in the palace, asking the emperor for a crucial bargaining chip.
She stood in the imperial study for nearly two hours, and several waves of ministers came and went before the emperor finished handling his government affairs and summoned her to see him.
After the emperor finished reviewing a memorial, he looked up and asked her, "What's so important that you have to wait outside for a few hours?"
"Your Majesty, you have worked hard in handling government affairs. Drink some tea to moisten your throat first. I will massage your shoulders for you." Meng Chifei poured the tea in a very servile manner and then massaged the emperor's shoulders.
Meng Chifei is very strong and his massage is more comfortable than that of the palace maids and eunuchs.
The emperor laughed and scolded: "If you are being so attentive without any reason, you are either a traitor or a thief. Tell me, what do you want?"
Meng Chifei immediately laid out his brush and ink: "I would like to ask Your Majesty for two calligraphy works."
"What do you want my calligraphy for?" The emperor looked at her with interest.
"Of course it's used as a gimmick! Your calligraphy is so precious, even among the ministers in the court, few people have it.
I will spread the word then that whoever spends the most money will get a piece of your calligraphy.
Those merchants had to squeeze into my store to buy things.
Isn't there money for disaster relief?"
The emperor was silenced by her words: "So, my calligraphy is just a gift!"
Meng Chifei smiled even more flatteringly: "If you like, I can also auction your calligraphy. Maybe one painting will be enough money for disaster relief."
"You are putting all your ideas on my head!" The emperor couldn't afford to lose face.
He tapped her on the head with a brush and said, "Your brain is not capable of coming up with these tricks. Tell me, who gave you the idea?"
Meng Chifei rolled his eyes, and finally reported truthfully: "It's my good friend, Wen Yan."
"The adopted daughter of Minister Wen of the Ministry of Rites? The one who sold her wedding dress for silver? If it's her, she can certainly come up with such a way to make money."
Meng Chifei quickly explained for Wen Yan and told him the whole story.
After hearing this, the emperor smiled meaningfully and immediately ordered Chief Steward Liu to ask the Hanlin Academy to draft an edict to reinstate Wen's father.
When he heard that his father had received the imperial edict, he was very excited.
Jiang Xinkui took the opportunity to flatter: "If Wen Yan hadn't gone to sell wedding clothes, the master wouldn't have to suspend his post.
Although you have been reinstated, you have ultimately made a fool of yourself for your colleagues."
The joy on Wen's father's face disappeared instantly.
His dislike for Wen Yan increased even more.
Of course, this is all in the past.
The emperor readily wrote two words to Meng Chifei.
One "good".
One "sincerity".
Meng Chifei got what he wanted and praised the emperor, jumping around as if he had no money.
The emperor laughed out loud.
The emperor held his stomach and pointed at Meng Chifei: "With you, girl, I can live a few more years."
Meng Chifei also acted cute: "Then I will often come to the palace to make His Majesty happy!"
The emperor was delighted to see her acting cute: "You are such a clever little girl. It's no wonder that the queen loves you so much."
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