After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Meng Zhaoge still shook his head: "Forget it, A Lie is not young anymore, he has his own social life, we can't want to know everything."

After saying that, he was helped by Mohuan into the carriage.

The driver changed direction and was about to return the same way. Mo Huan lifted the curtain and took a look, and unexpectedly saw Yuan Jinglie again.

The young man walked out of the alley quickly, and his expression was unclear.

A girl ran after him from behind and stopped in front of him, panting.

Mo Huan was immediately shocked: "My Lady! Why is Young Master Yuan talking to a woman?"

Meng Zhaoge's heart trembled and he moved over to take a look.

The girl looked a little younger than Alie, with a pretty face that made me feel pity for her. She was looking at the boy with a beautiful smile.

He also stuffed something into the boy's hand.

But Yuan Jinglie had his back to her, so Meng Zhaoge couldn’t see his expression, she just saw him accept the thing.

She then realized that Ali had met a girl outside and had not told her.

For some reason, Meng Zhaoge felt relieved and a little lost.

I can’t say I’m unhappy, it just seems a little weird.

But she stopped herself from feeling this way in time and started thinking: If Ali really found a girl he liked, that would be a good thing.

At least the boy would no longer be interested in her. She and Yuwen Qi were still entangled, and if Alie liked her, it would delay him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhaoge ordered Mo Huan to close the curtain and returned to Prince Jing's Mansion.

At noon, Yuan Jinglie also went to Meiyuan.

The boy was holding a bag with butterflies and flowers embroidered on it. It was obvious that it belonged to a woman.

Meng Zhaoge took a look and knew that this was what the girl gave him.

Mo Huan teased him deliberately: "What is that in Young Master Yuan's hand? It's embroidered with flowers. Who gave it to you?"

"Flowers?" Yuan Jinglie's face changed and he quickly looked at what he was holding.

How come he didn't notice there was a pattern on it...

He hurriedly explained nervously: "I didn't see it! It's not what you think."

Meng Zhaoge didn't think anything of it, he just smiled and said: "Okay, Mo Huan doesn't have any other intentions."

Yuan Jinglie, however, still had a serious expression on his face. He handed the bag to Mo Huan casually and said, "If Sister Mo Huan is curious, this thing is for you."

Meng Zhaoge stopped him: "This was given to you by someone else."

"Then I'll distribute it to everyone." Yuan Jinglie said, opening the bag and handing it to Mo Huan.

Mo Huan lowered his eyes and took out a few pieces of things from inside, "Oh, it's dried fruit, it's delicious."

She handed it to Meng Zhaoge happily: "My queen, you try it too."

Meng Zhaoge also took a bite and curled his eyes: "Not bad."

"If you like it, I'll give it all to you." Yuan Jinglie threw them all to Mo Huan and was about to leave.

Meng Zhaoge called him: "Wait a moment."

The boy stopped and turned around, only to find a piece of sweet dried fruit blocking his lips.

He was stunned and met Meng Zhaoge's clear eyes.

She smiled gently and said, "Eat a piece. Don't let others' kindness go to waste. Be obedient."

Yuan Jinglie had no way of refusing her.

So, even though he didn't want it in the first place, he still ate the dried fruit that made him anxious.

"Is it sweet?" she asked with a smile.

The boy blushed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded: "Sweet."

Mo Huan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

It’s not that she was overthinking it, but why did she feel that Young Master Yuan looked at the Empress in such a strange way?

Mohuan had a bold idea.

This young Master Yuan, doesn’t he treat the queen like his mother? ! !

Otherwise, why would he eat when his mother fed him?

This is just like when her mother fed her when she was a child.

Thinking of this, Mo Huan's mouth twitched.

Alas, Mr. Yuan, you just lack love.

...

Soon, it was Mrs. Meng’s birthday party.

The weather in mid-April was already a bit hot, and the sun was even hotter today.

When going out, Meng Zhaoge, who was afraid of heat, wore a light silk gauze dress. Yuan Jinglie and Mo Huan followed her.

Yuwen Qi also wanted to go, but a few days ago, Emperor Chu summoned him to the palace to revise history books, and he has not been back for a long time.

The Meng Mansion held a grand banquet today, and there were quite a few carriages parked at the door.

I guess it took a lot of effort for Meng Qingyun and his wife to invite so many people.

When Meng Zhaoge entered, Mrs. Meng was chatting with two other noble ladies.

As soon as she saw her, she walked forward in surprise and held her hand with tears in her eyes: "Zhao Ge, you are here. You refused to go home these days. I thought you were still angry with me."

"Mother, you really think too much." Meng Zhaoge's emotions were undetectable: "Mother and daughter don't hold grudges overnight. If the Meng Mansion hadn't been closed, your daughter would have come to see you a long time ago."

Mrs. Meng's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

She took Meng Zhaoge to meet those noble ladies.

Several noble ladies had heard that Meng Zhaoge had been in the limelight these days, so they did not dare to neglect her.

This Second Miss Meng is very capable. She was adopted as an adopted daughter by the Duke and Duchess of Ningguo. She is also good at feng shui.

They surrounded Meng Zhaoge and praised him highly.

Madam Meng was standing beside her, feeling proud of herself and smiling modestly: "Zhao Ge is still young, you guys, don't praise her like that."

Meng Zhaoge said: "Mom is right, this is nothing. If you guys keep praising me, I will be flattered."

Several people smiled and said something like she was being modest.

In front of these people, Meng Zhaoge promptly instructed Mo Huan to take out the jade hairpin.

It instantly ignited the yearning hearts of all the women.

"The jewelry in the Treasure Pavilion is worth a lot of money! Your Majesty is really filial."

"Mrs. Meng has such a promising daughter. I really envy her. My daughter only knows how to play all day long."

"Your Majesty's filial piety is so touching."

Meng Zhaoge smiled and put the hairpin on Mrs. Meng's bun with his own hands.

Mrs. Meng also looked at her with a touched expression.

To others, it was a beautiful picture of the deep love between mother and daughter.

Later, the birthday banquet began.

Meng Zhaoge sat at the main table with Mrs. Meng and finally met Meng Qingyun and Meng Suian.

When the father and son saw her, they smiled amiably and said, "Zhao Ge is here."

Meng Zhaoge also acted with them, "Dad, big brother."

Today, for the birthday banquet, the Meng family invited a famous opera troupe to perform. On the stage, they sang Farewell My Concubine.

"Take this shrimp meat to Zhaoge. Zhaoge loves shrimp meat the most." Meng Qingyun said proactively like a kind father.

Meng Sui'an then cooperated: "Dad remembers what Zhaoge likes to eat, but do you know what I like to eat?"

"You are a grown man, do you still need your father's concern?" Meng Qingyun said with a smile: "Buy whatever you like to eat."

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

"General Meng is so good to his daughter." Someone flattered him.

Meng Zhaoge looked at their hypocritical appearance and almost felt sick to the point of vomiting.

After a while, a servant came over and said something in Meng Qingyun's ear.

Meng Qingyun's eyebrows lit up with joy: "Then bring her here, we are all family, tell her not to be shy."

The servant said yes and hurried to the backyard.

This aroused Meng Zhaoge's curiosity. Who was that 'she'? What family?

The Meng couple did not have a fourth child.

Meng Zhaoge didn't have time to think about it. Not long after, the servant came slowly towards them, leading a graceful girl.

Seeing this, Meng and his son both stood up.

"You are here, come and take a seat." Meng Qingyun pointed at Meng Zhaoge and said to her: "This is your sister Zhaoge, do you remember her?"