Meng House, Kyoto.
"Go and ask the concierge if you have my letter." Meng Nan ordered Jin Xiaoan who had just entered from outside.
Jin Xiaoan said with a bitter face: "My son, I have asked three times today. It's already this hour. If there is a letter from you, I won't be sent to the mansion until tomorrow."
Only then did Meng Nan realize that the sun outside the window had already reddened, and unknowingly, another day was about to pass.
It takes only seven days to send a letter from Qingyuan Town to Kyoto. How many seven days have passed, but there is no trace of the letter.
"Chen Tairen didn't reply?" Meng Nan asked with a frown.
Jin Xiaoan shook his head: "No answer, Xu is too busy."
Meng Nan threw the book directly on the table angrily: "How busy can he be? No matter how busy he is, doesn't he even have time to reply to my letter?"
Jin Xiaoan shrugged and didn't say anything. Since he came back to Beijing as a young man, his temper has been getting more and more irritable, and he is either in a daze or runaway. His life as a personal guard is not easy!
At this time, a girl came in: "My son, madam, please go to Fushouju to speak."
Meng Nan frowned and asked, "Did you say anything?"
The girl shook her head: "Slaves don't know."
Meng Nan sighed, got up and changed his clothes, and followed the girl to Fushouju.
Fu Shouju is the residence of the mistress of the Meng family and Meng Nan's mother-in-law.
At this time, Fu Shou was in the middle, but she didn't know the Xu family of Meng's mother, and there was another madam dressed up in rich fashion. The two were chatting and laughing while drinking tea and gossiping.
"Madam, the son is here." The girl guarding the door saw the son entering the yard and rushed in to report.
Xu nodded lightly, and Mrs. Zheng, who was facing down in the first seat, said: "My son, Xu has been away from Beijing for too long. He hasn't adapted to it after coming back these days. He should have come here."
Madam Zheng put aside the tea cup in her hand and smiled faintly: "Sisters, do we need to say such kind of polite remarks? It does not matter who comes to the door? As long as the children's good deeds can be done, it doesn't matter what you do. ."
Xu's smile even worsened: "It is said that we are parents, aren't they all for the children."
While talking, Meng Nan entered the hall and saw that there were still guests in the hall, so he hurriedly saluted: "Aunt Zheng!"
Madam Zheng looked at Meng Nan, the smile in her eyebrows couldn't be hidden even in Tibet, "I haven't seen it in several years, Nan'er's appearance is even more so!"
Xu Shile smiled and said, "My sister said and laughed, he is still the same monkey before, and it hasn't changed much!"
Mrs. Zheng answered: "If you want to say it hasn't changed, my Xueer really hasn't changed at all. It's the same as before. Three sentences are not separated from Brother Nan. Today, I secretly came here. If I let her know, I will definitely pester me. Follow."
Xu smiled and said, "My sister is true too. If Xueer comes, please bring her with her."
Madam Zheng waved her hand: "How good is this, let people know it, it's gossip."
Even if Meng Nan was a fool, he would know what his mother asked him to do.
The Meng family and the Zheng family have always been good friends, and they are both quite powerful and prominent families in Kyoto. Although the Zheng family is currently inferior to the Meng family in overall strength, the momentum has been very good these years. The daughter of the family got married. If he hadn't left Beijing for two years, the marriage would have been decided long ago.
Now that he has just returned to Beijing, Mrs. Zheng has come to the door in person. It seems that they are also very anxious. Even if they want to come, the lovely girl of the Zheng family was fifteen years old two years ago and is now seventeen. It’s no wonder if you are not in a hurry. .