Song Wanyue accompanied the old man to a game. When Da Ya and Er Ya heard the movement, they stood by and watched quietly.

When he was in the capital, Erya often watched Song Wanyue play chess with the old man. When Song Wanyue saw that she was interested, she guided her a little.

Erya could understand it, but Daya's head grew bigger. Seeing that the three of them were immersed in it, she quietly withdrew, thinking about whether she would say something to Yue'er later and ask the people in the mansion to buy her some cloth. She learned to make clothes, which was better than being idle like this. If she had known that Master Wei would not come to Meng's mansion to live, she would not have followed Jiangnan.

When she returned to the house, she saw the paper and pen on the table. Da Ya bit her lip, reached out her hand, picked up the pen like Er Ya, and wrote her name on the paper. Er Ya taught her during the Chinese New Year, but she didn't know how many times she had practiced on the ground. She was obviously thinking very well, but when she fell on the paper, she became a dark ball.

She put down the pen in a dismay, feeling that she was not a good material for writing, and it was better to find something to do. But after searching around, she couldn't find anything to do. She returned to the table and picked up the pen again.

After Song Wanyue and the old man finished a game of chess, the servants came over to invite them to the dining room for dinner.

Thinking of him being there, the people in the Meng family would be worried about speaking, so the old man asked to deliver the food to his yard.

"Yue'er, go, those two girls can accompany me."

Song Wanyue went to the dining room, and everyone in the Meng family was there. Meng Jiao saw her and asked her to go over and sit next to her.

The meal was very lively. After eating, I sat down and talked for a while. After I agreed to understand the time to visit the grave, everyone went back to their houses.

Meng Jiao took Song Wanyue's arm and went back to the room, took off her coat, went to bed quickly, urging Song Wanyue, "Hurry up."

Whether in her previous life or after she came through, Song Wanyue had never slept with anyone. This was the first time. She also took off her coat and went to bed. Meng Jiao leaned over, "I have been hoping that a sister could sleep with her and wear the same clothes since I was a child. But my mother's belly was not strong and could not give birth. Every time I saw other people's sisters, I was so envious. Now I finally got what I wanted. I also have a sister. I can sleep with my sister, and I can still wear it... No..."

She sat down, "We don't have the same clothes yet, no, I'll let the embroiderer do it for you."

As he said that, he was about to instruct the maid, but was stopped by Song Wanyue, "It's getting late today, and the embroiderers should also rest. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"No, I have to let them do it tonight, otherwise I won't be able to sleep. Qingzhu, go and call people."

Qingzhu should have been at the door, and soon called the embroiderer to come.

Meng Jiao had already pulled Song Wanyue out of the bed, urging her to put on her shoes, and asked the embroiderer to measure her size, "First make her a plain outfit that is the same as the one I made a few days ago. Wear it tomorrow, and tonight, and the rest will be exactly the same as the style and color in my wardrobe."

"Yes, Miss."

"Qingzhu, give them ten taels of silver."

The embroidered girl thanked her with a smile. As the embroidered girl, it is their duty to make clothes for the people in the house, but the lady would give them more money every time she needed them to make it as soon as possible.

The embroidered lady and Qingzhu retreated, and Meng Jiao pulled Song Wanyue and lay back on the bed.

Song Wanyue smiled without a trace and said, "You are like my sister-in-law, without any airs. I fell in love with my sister-in-law at first sight."

"Your sister-in-law? That lady from Dingguo Duke's Mansion?"

Meng Jiao's eyes lit up, "Tell me quickly, how did she attract your elder brother?"

Everyone loves to listen to the stories of talented men and beautiful women, and Meng Jiao is just the age of a girl who loves to listen to them even more.

Ever since she learned from her grandfather that Song Si is Yue'er's elder brother, she has always thought about hearing more stories from Song Wanyue. Now that she has such an opportunity, she naturally cannot miss it.

"It's also fate, my elder brother..."

Song Wanyue told her.

When she heard that the two of them had a fate because of a book, Xiao Yao was injured in saving Song Si. Meng Jiao was very excited when she heard it, "So, is your elder brother thinking about Miss Xiao first?"

Otherwise, they would not have carried people out of the book market without any scruples.

"Yes, I asked my elder brother, and he fell in love with Sister Xiao at first sight, so he was so happy that he would be crazy when he heard his sister-in-law agree to get engaged with him."

Thinking of Song Si's happy appearance at that time, Song Wanyue couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Tell me quickly, why is he so happy?"

Song Wanyue talked for more than an hour, and even the sunrise of the two of them getting married. Meng Jiao's heart was raised and then fell, and then she started to mention it again. In the end, she still looked unsatisfied, "I really want to meet your elder brother and sister-in-law and see what kind of people they are."

"OK……"

Song Wanyue coaxed her without a trace, "This time we go back to Beijing, you can go with you and you will naturally see them."

Meng Jiao's eyes lit up, "Yes, I can go to the capital. Anyway, I have nothing to do at home. I told them that I will go to the capital to have a long experience and they will definitely agree."

...

The next day, after breakfast, everyone in the Meng family, as well as the old gentleman, Xu, Song Lin and Song Wanyue all took a carriage to worship the Meng family's ancestral tomb.

The Meng family’s ancestral tomb was outside the city, and it took half an hour to arrive.

Meng hasn't come back to worship her parents for so many years, so she cried when she got off the carriage. Xu and Song Wanyue helped her to the grave.

The others also burst into tears.

The old man also burned incense as he said and apologized to Mr. Meng.

After a while, it took half an hour.

Everyone was about to return to the carriage.

Meng Jiao took Song Wanyue's arm and leaned against Meng Yang, "Grandfather, here is not far from the village, I will take Yue'er over and take a look."

Meng Yang's mood had not yet recovered, so he nodded, "Go, bring more servants, be careful on the way, come back in the afternoon."

Meng Cheng, who was walking aside, happened to hear it and answered, "Grandfather, I'll accompany my two sisters."

With him accompanying me, Meng Yang felt more at ease, "Go and take good care of them."

Meng Cheng responded, got on the carriage and walked for a while, separated from the carriage in front, and they went to the village.

Meng Cheng rode a horse and followed the carriage, saying a few words to them from time to time. He often heard Song Wanyue from his grandfather and admired her very much.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the village.

The village is very big, bigger than the house in the Meng family in Jiangling City. There are several people guarding the gate, each with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and people on the village are not allowed to enter and exit casually.

Both workshops are in the village.

Meng Jiao led Song Wanyue in and introduced her as she walked, "Every workshop has fifty people, all servants who signed the death contract, both men and women."

As he was talking, a woman walked out of the inside and was stunned when she saw Song Wanyue. Obviously, she didn't expect to see her here, "Song, Song, Miss Song, you, when did you come?"
Chapter completed!