Tang Shiyue returned the greeting with a smile: "Mr. Meng, right? You are too polite."
Meng Shoucai even said he didn't dare, and Tang Shiyue didn't say much. He glanced at Meng Ziyang and said, "It's just a quarrel, it's not a big deal, there's no need to be so serious."
Hearing this, Meng Shoucai thought she was dissatisfied, his expression suddenly changed, and he bent his waist even lower: "Master Tang, if you want to hit me, then hit me, if you want to scold me, then scold me, don't be polite. Even if you beat me to death, I will never say a word of disapproval."
He pointed to the back and said, "Meng has prepared a small gift. I hope Mr. Tang will accept it."
Tang Shiyue raised her eyebrows.
It seemed that Meng Yiqiu had told them something. If she let them go so easily, they probably wouldn't dare to leave.
Tang Shiyue thought about it and said, "Well, let's do this. I'm short of iron now. Please help me find 200 kilograms of iron. That's it. No need for gifts."
Meng Shoucai was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed: "Master Tang is so straightforward! Master Tang, don't worry! We will definitely help you with it!"
"Thank you!" Tang Shiyue bowed and said, "It's cold, please go back. My brother is not at home, so I won't invite you in to serve tea."
Meng Shoucai said he dared not to, and declined twice. Seeing that Tang Shiyue was indeed not going to accept the gift, he bowed and said goodbye, and prepared to leave. Seeing that Meng Ziyang was still stupidly motionless, he dragged him up with one hand and got on the carriage.
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...
Meng Ziyang's head was numb from the cold and he stared at her blankly.
He thought she would ask him questions one by one, repeating what he said at that time tenfold or a hundredfold, asking him to bow his head... Unexpectedly, she didn't mention it at all.
Meng Ziyang murmured, "Just...just let it go like this? Is that enough?"
Meng Shoucai felt sorry for him when he saw that he had two runny noses due to the cold, but his face was still sullen: "What else do you want!"
He was really disappointed with her: "Look at Mrs. Tang, a young girl, but with such a broad mind and such tolerance! She was so calm in her responses... Even a veteran with decades of experience is no more than this! You still dare to provoke her? She is really..." He was so stupid that he couldn't bear to say it.
As soon as they left, everyone gathered around and asked them questions.
Tang Shiyue chatted with everyone for a few words. As she was talking, she heard a series of bells coming from far away. A carriage with colorful tassels came galloping and slowly stopped. Then, a young man in a white robe with gold sprinkled on it got off the carriage, holding a fan in his hand, his clothes and hair fluttering, and walked slowly on the snow.
It was no exaggeration to say that Tang Shiyue heard the inhalation sounds around him.
Although this appearance was pretentious, it had to be said that the artistic conception was very beautiful, especially the robe, which was so sparkling that it blinded the eyes.
This man's appearance is the kind of handsome man that best fits the aesthetic standards of this era.
He had fair skin, delicate features, and was dignified, elegant, and bookish, giving her the feeling that "although I have never seen Pan An and Wei Jie, I think he should be like this."
Although he was a bit effeminate in her eyes, she also understood why people were so fond of him.
As everyone held their breath, the handsome man walked up to them. Tang Shiyue smiled faintly and bowed: "Is it the Second Young Master Meng?"
This was the first time Meng Yiqiu had seen such a calm girl after seeing him. He calmed down, bowed his hands in return, and said with a smile: "Master Tang, I am sorry for being so rude."
"You're welcome." Tang Shiyue said, "I see Meng Ziyang's apology. As for your sincerity, you can come in and talk."
Clean, clear, and without any hesitation.
Meng Yiqiu looked at him with new eyes: "Sorry to bother you then."
So the two of them walked in, and Meng Yiqiu's servant followed in carrying gifts. As soon as the door closed, there was a bang at the entrance, and discussions burst out like a gusher. Someone shouted, "Could it be that the gods have come to take Lady Fu back to heaven?"
Tang Shiyue: “…”
Meng Yiqiu: "..."
Both of them were a little embarrassed.
If this was a compliment, it would actually be quite clever, complimenting two people at once. But this person was serious, and his words were full of worry. The people around him were actually a little frightened by him, and they all agreed and started to worry together... This was very embarrassing.
Tang Shiyue took him directly into the main room and said, "I haven't had breakfast yet. Have you had breakfast?"
Meng Yiqiu could never have imagined that this young lady would have such a style. The wonderful thing was that even when she said such homely words, she seemed easy-going and not rustic.
He smiled and said, "Not yet. It seems that I will have to treat Mr. Tang as the boss."
She asked, "Do you like sweet or salty?"
Meng Yiqiu coughed and said, "Salty, right?"
She waved outside, and Mrs. Ye brought up the food, a basket of golden fried dough sticks, four kinds of pickled vegetables, a bowl of sweet soy milk for her, and a bowl of salty tofu pudding for him.
So the two of them sat down to eat.
The combination of soy milk and fried dough sticks has occupied the Chinese breakfast table for hundreds of years, and it definitely has its own unique charm. After all, Meng Yiqiu is a banished immortal, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, but when he saw that Tang Shiyue was not shy at all, he gradually relaxed and asked her: "What is this?"
Tang Shiyue said: "This is called fried dough sticks."
So the two people who met for the first time sat opposite each other and finished their simple breakfast. After catching their breath, Tang Shiyue made her own dried fruit tea and poured him a bowl: "Okay, let's start talking."
Meng Yiqiu: "..."
For some reason, he heard the meaning of "You've already skipped breakfast, you wouldn't want to skip lunch too, right?" from these few words.
In fact, Meng Yiqiu was not as calm as he appeared to be at this moment.
The first time he saw her, he thought she looked like his aunt. When they sat close to each other to eat, the resemblance became more and more apparent. When she finished pouring the tea and raised her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered open, revealing her dark eyes... they really did look alike.
Especially those peach blossom eyes with pointed corners and curled ends, they are exactly the same.
There are two people in the Meng family who have such eyes. One is the Imperial Noble Consort Meng Hui in the palace, who is his cousin, and the other is his biological aunt Meng Min. It is said that when Emperor Mingyan was still in the palace, he once said that the Imperial Noble Consort had "charm hidden in the corners of her eyes", meaning that although her eyes were extremely charming, the charm was hidden because of her "clear spirit".
He had never seen anyone else have that kind of inexplicable charm. They were indeed the two beauties of the Meng family who were the center of attention back then.
Of course Meng Yiqiu didn't dare to mention the Imperial Concubine, but he couldn't help but say, "Ms. Tang, you look very much like my aunt."
Tang Shiyue raised her eyebrows: "Do you know Sheng Qi?"
Meng Yiqiu was stunned: "I know him."
She asked, "Is your aunt his sister's mother-in-law?"
"Yes." Meng Yiqiu was stunned: "He also said that?"
Tang Shiyue nodded. Meng Yiqiu finally regained some shrewdness from being led by the nose: "Sheng Qi has been here with you for a long time?"
She nodded, and Meng Yiqiu coughed: "The young man who was traveling with him..."
Tang Shiyue looked at him with a half-smile, that look that said everything, and suppressed his words: "Sorry, I'm being presumptuous."
She pointed at the table: "What's the purpose of the Second Young Master's visit?"
This is the feeling of "Can you please stop talking nonsense and get to the point"!
Meng Yiqiu was speechless: "I, I came here for Yuefang, of course."
He coughed twice and finally adjusted back to normal. He opened his fan and waved it: "Qiantang Meng Clan..."
Tang Shiyue said: "I have checked, there is no need to talk about this, just tell me how you want to cooperate?"
Meng Yiqiu couldn't help but ask: "Mrs. Tang, do you have anything else to do?"
"I'm fine." Tang Shiyue said, "It's just that if we don't tell it quickly, someone might come later... then we can't tell it. I've said it beforehand. If someone really comes to see me, I'll have to trouble Second Young Master Meng to move him out. Don't blame me for not entertaining him well then."
Meng Yiqiu: "..."
From the time he was born till now, he has never been disliked to this extent!
Before he could mend his wounded heart, he heard someone knocking on the door. Tang Shiyue looked like "as expected" and stood up and said, "Then Second Young Master, go back first! Where do you live? I'll come visit you some other day!"
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