After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Yuan Jinglie returned to General Mingxi's mansion with the peach blossom cake in his hand and a serious expression on his face.

Hu Zi was waiting in Wan Pavilion. When he saw him come in, he was about to step forward and said, "You're back. Leave the cakes to Sister Cui Rong..."

But he quickly passed him by and said, "I'll take it myself."

Hu Zi was stunned: "You can't enter the lady's room!"

However, in the blink of an eye, the thin young man pushed the door open and walked in.

Mrs. Meng in the room was embroidering a handkerchief for her beloved daughter.

When he raised his eyelids, he saw a strange boy, who immediately scolded him with an unpleasant look: "Who let you into the master's room? Didn't anyone teach you the rules..."

Yuan Jinglie interrupted her and pursed his lips: "The eldest lady is trapped in the palace."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Mrs. Meng was stabbed by the embroidery needle in her hand and bleeding, but she had no time to look at it and stood up hurriedly: "Where did you hear that?"

Yuan Jinglie said: "At the door."

He repeated what happened at the door just now. At the end, he said: "The man has a token on his waist, so he must be someone from the palace."

At this moment, Mrs. Meng turned pale and fell on the chair in a panic.

Chang Ning had not returned home in the past few days, and she thought that Chang Ning got along well with King Jing, so she stayed for a few more days.

But it turned out that he was trapped in the palace!

Madam Meng was extremely panicked and immediately asked someone to come over, "Quickly invite the master!"

Later, General Meng Qingyun of Mingxi came in a hurry. Mrs. Meng held her husband's hand and told him the whole story.

Meng Qingyun was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said angrily: "It's Concubine Lan!"

Madam Meng was even more blunt: "Not only Concubine Lan, but also Zhao Ge. Zhao Ge was also hiding something from us. She didn't tell us that Ning Er was in trouble."

"Madam, you are saying that Zhaoge and her mother-in-law plotted against Ning'er!" Meng Qingyun was immediately furious: "This bastard girl, I will go to the palace and bring Ning'er out."

"What can you do if you go? Can you break into the harem? A military general goes to the palace and acts wildly. Do you want to die?" Madam Meng blamed him for being brave but not wise.

She thought about it for a moment, quickly came up with an idea, and turned to look at Yuan Jinglie.

"You, go to the Jingwang Mansion and invite the princess, and tell her that I'm sick, quickly."

The boy was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Yes."

As he turned to leave the main hall, he seemed to hear what the Meng couple were talking about behind him.

"Madam called Zhaoge directly, but maybe she doesn't know about it?"

"She is not a fool. How could she tolerate her sister and her husband being together day and night? Master, you underestimate your daughter. Zhaoge has changed a lot in these days."

Until he stopped at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, Yuan Jinglie was still thinking about the meaning of those two sentences.

If he guessed correctly, the eldest lady seemed to have snatched the second lady's husband and was retaliated by the second lady.

Realizing this, he felt a little sad.

Although they had only met briefly in Pingyang and had never even seen each other's faces, he felt that she was not the type of person who would snatch away her brother-in-law.

Therefore, Yuan Jinglie was a little hesitant: Could it be that the eldest daughter of the Meng family is not 'her'?

Just like Ah Sheng said, maybe 'she' is just a maid of the Meng family?

Just as he was daydreaming, a woman walked out of the Jingwang Mansion, looked at him coldly, and said, "Go back, our queen will not go out today."

Yuan Jinglie only said, "Madam is ill."

Mo Huan was ready to leave, but she didn't expect the young man to dare to challenge her. He turned around and sneered: "Madam is ill, we should go and ask the doctor."

"The queen's filial piety is better than medicine," he said.

Mo Huan was so angry that she gritted her teeth. The young boy was so sharp-tongued. She said viciously, "Then you just wait!"

Then he went back to Meiyuan angrily.

As soon as he got back, Mo Huan told Meng Zhaoge about this, saying that the Meng family had sent a talkative little monkey.

Meng Zhaoge laughed after hearing this: "I want to see who made you so angry."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to watch. That little monkey will surely give up soon."

But this thought soon slapped Mo Huan in the face.

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast. After lunch, a guard at the door came to report: "The boy is still standing outside, and passers-by are looking at him. What should we do?"

Mo Huan was shocked when he heard this, and said fiercely: "Don't worry about it, I'll see how long he can stand!"

Not long after, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, washing the palace clean and looking brand new.

Listening to the rain has always been an elegant thing.

In the past, Meng Zhaoge often listened to the rain and watched the snow with her friends, and wrote poems and painted. But later, in order not to make Meng Changning feel inferior, she had not done such elegant things for a long time.

Today, she was in a good mood, so she asked Mo Huan to hold an umbrella for her and went up to the attic of the palace.

However, after wiping the raindrops from her forehead, she opened her eyes and saw the figure at the gate of the palace.

At such a young age, for unknown reasons, he became blind in one eye.

"Is that someone sent by the Meng Mansion?"

Mo Huan was stunned, and followed her gaze, and couldn't help but be surprised: "She hasn't left yet!"

Meng Zhaoge was silent for a while, staring at the figure standing like a poplar, and suddenly he lost interest in listening to the rain.

She pursed her lips, picked up her umbrella and walked down the attic.

"Empress?" Mo Huan called her and hurriedly chased after her.

The marble floor of the palace had accumulated a lot of rainwater, and the girl's skirt inevitably got wet as she hurried past.

But Meng Zhaoge didn't care at all and stopped directly at the gate of the palace.

In the rain, the young man's thin figure looked like a withered lotus in a pond, about to be crushed by the storm.

For some reason, Meng Zhaoge felt a little reluctant, and her red lips moved: "Go away."

Knowing the purpose of her mother calling her, she would not fall into the trap.

But the young man didn't move: "I won't leave."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Waiting for you." He said firmly.

Meng Zhaoge said: "This princess will not go."

"Then the slave won't leave either."

"……what ever!"

She thought that she couldn't help everyone, and not everyone would appreciate it. So, she turned around and left.

But just as she turned around, she couldn't help but look back again, "Are you really not leaving?"

The young man couldn't open his eyes due to the rain, but his voice was very firm: "If the second young lady goes back to the general's mansion with me, I will leave."

Meng Zhaoge was a little annoyed and said to him, "You are so stubborn at such a young age."

"Miss Second is not thinking that I look like a donkey."

"..."

Meng Zhaoge said to him: "People can be stubborn. I'm not mocking you, so don't mock yourself."

These words were like a ray of sunshine in the wet drizzle.

It was the first time someone told him not to belittle himself.

Yuan Jinglie suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the woman's figure through layers of rain.

She is like a white plum blossom under the moonlight, cool, resolute, gentle and beautiful.

For some reason, a thought flashed through Yuan Jinglie's mind: this Second Miss Meng seemed more like 'her'.

Can……

Ah Sheng said that Miss Shen never took the second young lady back to Pingyang.

Meng Zhaoge looked at him and suddenly had a strange thought. He raised his voice and said, "If you can stand until the rain stops, I will agree to go back to the general's mansion with you."

Mo Huan was surprised: "My Lady..."

The young man in the rain was stunned for a moment and asked in astonishment: "Are you serious?"

"really."

Meng Zhaoge said, and then turned around and left a message: "If you can't hold on, go back quickly. The rain is heavy and it won't stop anytime soon."

She wanted to force him to leave directly.