"One was sent by the servants of Master Shangshu, and the other was sent by the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Xiaoqing spoke and took out two letters from the box.
Ming Jiuge took it.
You don’t need to read it to know that Meng Qinglian handed her a letter, but this is from the prime minister’s house...
If she remembers correctly, the relationship between their family and the Prime Minister's Mansion should be incompatible with water and fire, right
I didn't necessarily talk when I saw each other, so why did I write a letter
Ming Jiuge first opened the letter that Meng Qinglian handed over and glanced roughly.
The letter probably said that Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo were very worried when they learned that she had fallen into the water, but it was difficult to visit them directly.
Hearing that she was out of the house, her complexion was pretty good, so she wrote an invitation to come out for afternoon tea.
Ming Jiuge estimated the next day, and her father would be back the day after tomorrow, so there will still be time to go to the banquet tomorrow.
Ming Jiuge picked up the pen, quickly replied a letter, and then handed it to Xiao Qing.
"Find a clever servant and send this letter to Master Shang Shu's house and hand it to their eldest lady."
"Yes."
Xiaoqing took the letter and went out.
After replying to Meng Qinglian's letter, Ming Jiuge opened this letter from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
After taking it apart, she directly looked at the whereabouts of the money.
The three words Qu Yanran are falling behind.
Ming Jiuge raised his eyebrows.
Will Qu Yanran take the initiative to write to her
Did the sun come out from the west
If she remembers correctly, the two of them had just fought secretly in the Treasure Pavilion some time ago, right? She would never forget Qu Yanran's almost cannibalistic gaze at the time.
Having forged such a big beam, Qu Yanran actually took the initiative to write to her. Could it be that she wrote to curse her
The more Ming Jiuge thinks about it, the more likely it is.
She laughed and looked at it from the beginning. The whole letter is not long, just one page of words. Aside from the high-sounding scenes, the only important thing is two or three lines in the middle.
Ming Jiu Ge finished reading without a second glance.
After reading it, I fell into contemplation and couldn't help but sneered.
"Miss, is there any bad water in the prime minister's house again?"
Seeing Ming Jiuge's expression, Wanwan couldn't help asking.
"Yes, it's starting to hold bad water again. You said these people, why can't they let people calm down? Others don't
If you can't compete, you really treat others as a bully. "
According to the Ming Jiuge Slow Death Regulations, the letter was refolded.
"You go find a clever servant and ask him to dictate to the attendant in front of the prime minister's house. That is to say, this lady has no time to accept Miss Qu's apology, and the attendant must tell their lady."
Ming Jiu Ge hooks lips.
"Yes."
Wanwan led the way.
Ming Jiuge looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but ridicule again.
In this letter, Qu Yanran first asked her about her physical condition, and then said that she felt impolite in her performance at the Jumbo Pavilion that day and wanted to apologize to her, saying that she wanted to entertain her.
Can this weasel give a New Year greeting to the chicken be kind? Ming Jiuge does not believe it.
She didn't care about apologizing or anything. As long as she didn't hit her on her head or trouble her, she would already be very grateful to Qu Yanran.
As for what the hell the prime minister's mansion was making, Ming Jiuge could also guess one or two.
What happened recently was nothing more than the two things of Dragon Spirit Grass and the cooperation with Zhenbao Pavilion. The matter of cooperation with Zhenbao Pavilion was definitely not the turn of the Prime Minister's mansion to interrogate, and the rest was Dragon Spirit Grass.
At Treasure Pavilion that day, from Qu Yanran's reaction, the Prime Minister's Mansion really needed Dragon Spirit Grass, but it was a pity that Dragon Spirit Grass finally fell into her hands.
If they want to get Dragon Spirit Grass, they must come to her.
Ming Jiuge is a little curious about who the other party is if he can make the Prime Minister's Mansion take it so seriously.
But even if she is curious, she doesn't have time to talk to Qu Yanran now, so let's talk about it later.
…
In a blink of an eye, the next day came, and the letter sent to Shangshu Mansion last night also received a reply. Today, Meng Qinglian and Song Biluo will visit the mansion.
When Ming Jiuge was eating in the front hall, the same Shangguan mentioned this matter gently.
"Hey, the two of them are coming. Then let Pearl bring you some pastries. My mother is a little busy today, I am afraid I can't take care of you by herself."
Shangguan Wanruo apologized.
"It's not a big deal. They won't mind. Besides, they came to see me. If you were there, maybe they would still feel uncomfortable."
Ming Jiuge persuaded it.
"It's true, your girls and family can talk to each other in a sense of selfishness."
"Well, mother, what are you going to do today?"
Ming Jiu Ge
Curiously asked.
Because of her weakness, her mother can be said to be the most leisurely person in the entire mansion, but she said she was busy, which made Ming Jiuge a little curious.
"It was your grandmother who said that she was uncomfortable and asked me to help take care of the house. Your father and brother will be back tomorrow. Many things are not prepared yet."
Speaking of this, Shangguan Wanruo had a headache.
I have never taken care of the house for so many years, and now suddenly the old lady leaves everything to her, she still can't stand it.
Ming Jiuge nodded, presumably her words in the backyard that day had an effect. The old lady was forced to give up the idea of letting Xu Fangfang clean up the house due to etiquette and her father's majesty.
I felt angry again, so I just threw everything to her mother, as if she was venting.
Ming Jiuge smiled sarcastically, and the old lady could only use these methods that could not be used on the stage.
"Mother, don't worry, take your time, isn't there still one day left? Don't do it yourself. There are still so many people in the house, and you can leave them to do many things. "
"Mother knows, you don't have to worry about mother, hurry up and eat."
"it is good."
Ming Jiuge accompanied Shangguan Wanruo to finish her breakfast, and after leaving Wanwan to help, she led Xiaoqing away.
When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, Ming Jiuge paused.
"Don't go back to the yard, let's go to the small kitchen and go around."
"Yes."
Ming Jiuge led Xiao Qing towards the small kitchen.
The gathering among ladies is usually to eat some snacks, and only those few things will be eaten and eat. After a long time, they will feel tired, so Ming Jiuge decided to make snacks by himself.
Along the way, Ming Jiuge has already calculated the recipe.
"Beast, is there any dessert in the space?"
"Yes, there are egg tarts, bread, small cakes, puffs and everything else."
The beast said cheerfully.
These are all materials collected by Ming Jiuge tirelessly.
"Okay, you can help me pick out a few exquisite and unobtrusive ones, I will use them later."
"Good."
After talking to the beast, Ming Jiuge has already walked to the small kitchen.
This small kitchen was brought by her yard, mainly to make some snacks for her, and there was only one cook in it.
(End of this chapter)