The Father of American Comics Superheroes - Chapter 164: Jiang Yizhi met her cousin (1/2)
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Chapter 164: Jiang Yizhi met her cousin (1/2)
Meng Li was recuperating in her yard.
The concubines and the elders of the client all came to visit Meng Li.
Meng Li was a little embarrassed.
People don’t come empty-handed, they have to pay it back sooner or later when they come out.
In the next few days, she recovered from her injury.
The female gentleman praised Meng Li for her good health and quick recovery.
Meng Li has been fine these days, but the only bad thing is that Jiang Yizhi has been wandering in front of her all day.
Meng Li still likes to be alone quietly.
Jiang Tiancai paced around the room with a book, shook his head and read through, then put the book down.
His eyes swept around the room again, and the Hou Mansion was indeed the Hou Mansion, even if it was a guest room, the furnishings were exquisite and elegant.
Jiang Tiancai thought that he had been in the Hou Mansion for a few days, but he had not made friends in Beijing.
He thought of the letter he handed to his cousin Jiang Yizhi when he first came, intending to contact the brothers and sisters of Liannuo, but it’s been a few days and he hasn’t replied yet.
Attracted his own book boy to ask:
“Did you reply to the letter that the young master asked you to hand out a few days ago?”
The book boy bowed his waist and said, “Master Cai, this…, the letter was handed over, but when I saw the people in Miss Jiang’s courtyard, they didn’t pay much attention to the little one.”
Jiang Tiancai waved his hand:
“I have been raised by Houmen since I was a child, and I can understand if I am arrogant.”
“This young master will write another letter, and you will hand it over to her. After all, she is still the Jiang family, and this blood kinship is still there.”
The book boy looked embarrassed, but the master couldn’t help but listen to what he said, so he bowed and nodded in response.
Jiang Yizhi sneered when she received the letter.
Casually threw the letter aside again.
It’s beautiful to think about it. Getting to know the powerful through her depends on whether she can play in the circle of high society.
If she is lucky, the ancestral grave is smoky, and she is admitted to the champion, she can barely help.
Jiang Yizhi raised her hand, looked at her dyed nails, and laughed out loud.
She got up again and took out a letter from under the pillow, looked at the letter from Shizi to her obsessively, and read it several times over and over again, amused herself.
Jiang Yizhi smiled and thought that she still had a marriage contract, so she couldn’t laugh.
Her face suddenly became gloomy.
Jiang Yizhi’s eyes turned, and she became angry when she thought of Meng Li’s attitude.
At first, I just thought that the eldest lady had a sudden temper, but these days, she basically didn’t take the initiative to talk to her.
She took the initiative to find it, and she also had a lukewarm attitude.
What are you proud of?
What’s so arrogant?
Jiang Yizhi snorted coldly in displeasure, got up and stared at the letter Jiang Tiancai had written to her motionless.
Meng Li’s feet healed, and she went to study again.
With different planes and large cultural differences, Meng Li is also interested in learning.
She also resumed her greetings to the old lady and the Queen family.
But Jiang Yizhi still likes to stay with Meng Li. Meng Li smiled slightly. Wherever Jiang Yizhi asked her to go, she would go.
On this day, Jiang Yizhi took Meng Li to meet Jiang Tiancai by chance.
In the courtyard, Jiang Yizhi took Meng Li and “met” Jiang Tiancai standing in the concave shape of the pavilion.
Jiang Yizhi looked surprised and surprised, and shouted at Jiang Tiancai:
“Cousin?”
Jiang Tiancai turned his head slowly, his every move was deliberate and graceful.
Meng Li glanced at Jiang Tiancai. Jiang Tiancai’s appearance was not bad, and his clothes were not bad. He looked polite. After all, he was also a scholar.
Meng Xuan said, wouldn’t it be better if he shook his hair again?