Mrs. Meng waved at Qingying and smiled, "Qingying, you silly girl, what are you doing standing there? Come and collect your monthly salary." Qingying

walked over slowly and took the purse filled with silver, still a little dazed.

Mrs. Meng patted her fair hand and sighed, "This farm trip was a good one. After Zhao'er returned home, he took the initiative to ask me to give him the account book at home so that he could help manage our Meng family's business. This child finally let go of his worries and stopped living a decadent life. He also cheered up. It's a good thing." Mrs.

Meng said, tears welled up in her eyes and she looked relieved.

Aoying bit her lips and asked cautiously, "Madam, did the eldest son say anything else?"

"Anything else?" Madam Meng thought for a moment and said, "Oh, he said the scenery at the farm is beautiful and the parade was a good experience. If I have time next time, I will go again."

"Besides this, is there nothing else?" Aoying asked again tentatively.

"Nothing else."

*

Late at night.

In a dim and quiet room.

Aoying lay on a small soft couch, staring at the man on the big bed opposite, lost in thought. The

eldest son, who always disliked her, did not complain about her in front of Madam Meng.

That day, she pushed him out the door and only looked at the scenery for a short while. She didn't appreciate anything before it started to rain heavily. He was

so disappointed, had been caught in heavy rain all day, had caught a cold, had a relapse of his old illness, was in pain all night, and had turned pale, but he still said that the experience was good and he wanted to go again next time. Qingying was surprised, how could the eldest master say such incredible words. She thought that Meng Zhao was probably talking nonsense because of the high fever that night. However, Qingying had no evidence, she was just guessing. According to her observation, Meng Zhao's words and deeds were quite normal, and he didn't seem to have a fever. Therefore, she couldn't guess why Meng Zhao would say such incredible words. * The next day, not long after lunch. Meng Zhao was looking at the account book in the room, and Qingying was grinding ink and handing him a pen. Just after checking one book, a waiter came to report: "Master, the second master has returned from the capital and is waiting outside. He wants to come in and talk to you." "Is the second brother back?" Meng Zhao's narrow black eyes suddenly lit up, and his handsome face was full of excitement. He put down his pen and said to the waiter: "Please invite the second master in quickly, don't let him wait too long." He turned to Qingying and said: "Go make a pot of hot tea, bring some snacks, and treat the second brother well." "Yes." Qingying nodded and turned to make tea. Not long after, a tall, handsome man in a white gown walked into the room. As soon as he saw Meng Zhao, he walked quickly forward and called out happily: "Brother." Meng Zhao was also very happy to see his younger brother whom he had not seen for many days. He could not stand up now, and wanted to pat his brother's shoulder. In the end, because of the lack of height, he could only pat Meng Xun's arm and said with a smile: "Good boy, I haven't seen you for four months, and you have grown stronger." Meng Xun glanced at Meng Zhao's leg and asked with concern: "Brother, is your leg better?" "It's still the same, but the wound doesn't hurt anymore. Except that I can't walk, there's no big deal." After Meng Zhao answered, he asked Meng Xun to sit down: "You've been rushing all day, you must be tired, sit down and talk, don't stand there stupidly." Meng Xun lowered his head and found a seat to sit down. At this time, Qingying came in with tea and snacks. She placed the snacks in the middle of the table, took an empty teacup, poured a cup of hot tea, picked it up with both hands, handed it to Meng Xun, and said softly: "Second Young Master, please have some tea." Meng Xun raised his head and reached out to take it. This raised his head allowed Qingying to see his appearance clearly. Her body suddenly stiffened, her almond eyes widened, and she looked at the man in front of her with shock. With a "bang", the cup of steaming tea slipped from her hands and fell directly to the ground, breaking with a sound. When Meng Xun saw Qingying, he was also suddenly stunned. Author: At twelve o'clock noon during the day, meat is served, please be a pearl