The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

The house in the south of the city occupies a huge area, with dozens of rooms in total.

If it were carefully arranged and used as an asylum, it would not be a problem to accommodate 1,800 people.

Of course, there must be a standard of accommodation, otherwise there is no guarantee that lazy people will not sneak in to eat and drink.

Laifu thought of this when he was cleaning up with others.

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Meng Xian always acted resolutely on the things he decided.

What's more, the weather is getting colder day by day, and it really can't be delayed any longer.

Since we have decided to put the name of the asylum on Prince Ning, we have to take a breath in advance;

Otherwise, he would become a great good person for no reason, and I am afraid that Prince Ning would be more surprised than happy.

So, Meng Xian thought about it and decided to convey it in writing;

So he wrote a long letter, explaining the reasons one by one. Everything was ready, just waiting for his nod.

Putting the thick letter paper into an envelope, Meng Xian asked Laifu to send it over with the Meng family badge.

No one doesn't like money,

Jiangnan Meng family,

No one would refuse a meeting.

Even Prince Ning.

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Over here at Prince Ning’s Mansion,

Prince Ning recently argued with the prince in the court about the fraud case;

The case dragged on for nearly half a year, all due to the Supreme Being's bias and the delay in making a decision.

The imperial examination is to select talents for the country, and cheating in it is tantamount to shaking the foundation of the country. Naturally, King Ning advocated severe punishment without credit;

The prince, on the other hand, blindly dismissed them, thinking that a small punishment or a big warning would be enough. They were all talented people and it would be a pity to kill them.

The two have been locked in a stalemate for more than half a year. The prisoners in the prison probably have no regard for life and death, but Emperor Qingping just didn't give an accurate answer.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Emperor Qingping obviously did not want to kill several of the children of aristocratic families among the masterminds;

The reason for dragging it on like this is that the government and the public will slowly forget about it, and then the big thing will turn into a trivial matter.

But Prince Ning, who had always been very fond of the Holy Heart, was determined to confront the emperor on this matter and refused to give in at all.

Because of this matter, Prince Ning was depressed for a long time. He just felt that if he didn't vent his anger, he would really die of depression.

So he took Jiang Heng to compete with swords, guns and sticks one by one in the palace's martial arts hall, until both of them were dripping with sweat and covered with sweat.

After taking the silk towel offered by the servant and wiping it carelessly twice, Jiang Heng drank several glasses of water.

I sneered a few times in my heart,

What kind of brother-in-law would use his brother-in-law as a punching bag?

What kind of bad luck did he have in his life?

Before he had time to voice his complaint, the servants of the palace hurried over to report the news.

"My lord, here is a letter for you."

As he said that, he held it up with both hands and presented it to him.

Xiao Qiyu gasped, "Letter? Who sent it?"

"It's a tall man. He wears the waistband of the Jiangnan Meng family. He claims that he is following the master's order and must deliver this letter to the prince to open it personally."

If it were other strangers, the palace guards would usually ignore them, but the Meng family...

I always felt that even the imperial court had to give him three points, so the guards did not dare to neglect him at all.

When he heard "Meng's Waist Card", someone not far away raised his eyelids and gave him a straight face. Then he slowly walked a few steps closer as if by accident and glanced at the words on the envelope.

Then someone's face suddenly changed.

He naturally recognized the handwriting on the envelope. It was in small regular script with hairpins and flowers. It was delicate and upright. Who else could it be if it wasn't Meng Xian?

Why was she writing to Xiao Qiyu?

Is there anything that must be done with Xiao Qiyu?

Can't you find him?

……

Jiang was so upset that he wanted to swell Xiao Qiyu's face.

The moment Prince Ning took the envelope, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his brother-in-law's expression that was not quite right from the corner of his eye. After contacting the Meng family's waistband and thinking about it for a while, it was not difficult to guess something.

An extremely provocative smile suddenly appeared on that handsome face with outstanding grace, and then he deliberately looked around at the envelope, and his voice was also deliberately amplified.

"It seems that it was given to me by Miss Meng?"

"It's out of season, why are you writing to me?"

"Is it possible that you have something important to discuss or ask for help?"

"But isn't it because of you? Why doesn't your wife look for you?"

……

The two of them were used to talking casually, so that Xiao Qiyu's daughter-in-law scared Jiang Heng, but he also found it quite pleasant.

However, his face was still very serious, "Don't talk nonsense."

But I couldn’t help but think in my heart——

Why didn't you find him if something really happened?

After teasing Jiang Heng, Prince Ning tossed the towel to wipe his sweat and tore open the envelope.

He took out the letter paper inside and unfolded it to read;

I was a pretty normal person at first, but I felt stupid when I looked at him.

I stopped blinking, didn't have time to wipe my sweat, and even my breathing became lighter.

Jiang Heng's face was calm, but he kept glancing at Prince Ning from the corner of his eye. Seeing him like this made him even more curious about what the other party wrote in the letter.

My curiosity reached its peak, I simply stopped pretending.

He strode forward and snatched the letter from Prince Ning's hand.

Before he could start looking, Prince Ning slowly raised his head in a daze, looked at him incredulously, and asked incredulously: "Jiang Yanqing, do you think there will be good things like pie falling in the sky?"

Jiang Heng didn't know why, so he sneered coldly at Xiao Qiyu's words, "Are you dreaming?"

But after he glanced at the contents of the letter in his hand, he was at a loss for words for a while.

Ok,

Occasionally, I get lucky and meet the God of Wealth.

It really knows how to make a pie, and it’s filled with meat.

When King Ning woke up from his dream, he still couldn't believe it, "Isn't this a dream?"

Jiang Heng raised his brows and immediately pinched his arm and gave him a hard blow. Prince Ning was caught off guard and frowned in pain.

But he still looked gloating, "Is this a dream?"

Prince Ning rubbed his arm and gave him an annoyed look.

Not dreaming...

"No, your wife is taking action..."

"Cough cough cough." Jiang Heng's eyes warned again.

Prince Ning understood and quickly changed his words, "Miss Meng is so generous, it's hard for me not to wonder if she has other motives?"

Jiang Heng's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After all, any normal person would have to think so if he was hit by such a huge mountain of gold.

"Then what do you think her intentions are?"

Prince Ning put one hand on his chin, thoughtfully.

Yes, others want to cling to him, either for power or wealth.

But this Miss Meng showed it on her face that she was not short of money, and she even took the initiative to give him money.

Not to mention power. If you have money, you are afraid that you won’t find anyone with power.

He doesn’t have to worry about money or power. If such a person has an agenda, what can he achieve?

An idea suddenly appeared in his mind. Prince Ning suddenly moved his eyes to Jiang Heng opposite him and looked him up and down several times.

Jiang Heng had never been looked at like this by a grown man, and felt a chill in his heart. "You have something to say, so don't look at me like that."

"Jiang Yanqing." Prince Ning swallowed his saliva and spoke with some difficulty as his throat rolled.

Jiang Heng gave an impatient look as if he had something to say quickly.

"Why do I feel... like I sold you to the Meng family?"

Jiang Heng: "..."