The first top lady

Meng Baiyao spoke a thousand words eloquently, without mentioning the hardships of working, but full of pride in his abilities.

Of course! A large part of it stems from her interests. But even if it's just a casual interest, her extraordinary talent allows her to easily achieve what others might never achieve in their entire lives.

Song Yixuan was surprised, "How old are you this year?"

Meng Baiyao raised his index finger and shook it proudly, "Twenty-one."

Life is so easy for her!

"So he has done so many things?!!" Song Yixuan exclaimed!

It was actually more work than she had ever done!

"I've been job-hopping." Meng Baiyao hugged Song Yixuan's arm and swayed shyly, "Of course, it's mainly because I'm talented and I can learn things quickly, hahahahahaha..."

"You laugh like a fool." Pangdu sneered.

"What did you say?" Meng Baiyao said angrily, "I'm extremely smart, and you dare to say I'm stupid?"

Pang Du couldn't help but laugh and said, "Look! Now they look even more alike."

Meng Baiyao pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and chased Pang Du to hit him, "Pang Du! Stop right there! Say it again?"

"Fool! I said you look like a fool! Lol lol lol..." Pang Du first ran around Song Yixuan, then ran behind Guan Qian, grabbed the corner of his clothes and dodged, and his words were even more unreasonable.

"Don't hide if you can!"

"No fool will hide!"

Triggering the key words, Meng Baiyao "hunted" him even more fiercely.

Song Yixuan and Guan Qian smiled at each other across the two people chasing them.

Meng Baiyao's sudden "confession" to Guan Qian did not turn into a female competition between her and Song Yixuan. Instead, she became the "good sister" that Song Yixuan was happy to see and admire.

"What are you painting?" Song Yixuan looked at Meng Baiyao who was playing with Pang Du with a loving face.

Meng Baiyao immediately stopped, turned around and replied with a smile: "Traditional Chinese painting."

"Oh..." Song Yixuan dragged out the last syllable with satisfaction. It just met the conditions she was looking for in the painting.

"Have you ever studied the painting techniques of Shen Zai of the Tang Dynasty and Wang Boxi of the Jin Dynasty?" Maybe he could learn something from the communication and encounter with Meng Boyao.

"Sister, are you going to copy the paintings of the God of Painting and the Ancestor of Painting?" Meng Baiyao blinked his bright eyes and looked at Song Yixuan and said, "I have a collection of many of their original works at home. Would you like me to take you to see them?"

"Really?"

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

"Come on, let's go. I'll take you there." Meng Baiyao took Song Yixuan's arm and skipped out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and pretended to be fierce, and said to Pang Du: "You are not allowed to go!"

"I..." Pang Du said stubbornly, "I won't go."

"Hmph!" Meng Baiyao turned his head and left.

I didn't want him to go in the first place.

Meng family.

The Meng family of the Imperial Capital is one of the most prestigious families in the country, enjoying a high status. Meng Boyao's father and eldest brother, Meng Bosen, are both in politics, while her second brother, Meng Bomiao, is in the military. As the youngest daughter in the family, she was naturally raised with pampering and care.

Meng Baiyao brought Song Yixuan and Guan Qian to the living room, "Auntie Wu, make some tea."

"Bai Yao is back with his friends." Nanny Wu Ma said with a kind smile, "I'll go make some tea now. You guys sit down for a while."

"Bai Yao, where have you been playing again?" A middle-aged woman came down from upstairs, her hair tied up in a bun behind her head, and a hint of anger hung on her dignified face.

"Mom..." Meng Baiyao, who had just sat down, immediately stood up and said with a guilty smile, "I'm going to play with my friends. They are my friends!"

Meng Mu Lu Qiuhe's face instantly broke into a smile, "Ah, it's Bai Yao's friend."

Song Yixuan and Guan Qian stood up and politely said in unison, "Hello, Auntie."

"Okay! Come and sit down!" Lu Qiuhe said, "Mrs. Wu, cook earlier so we can eat earlier."

Song Yixuan declined politely: "Auntie, don't bother, we'll be leaving soon."

"Don't be in a hurry! Play for a while longer. Come here often in the future, and your aunt will make delicious food for you." Lu Qiuhe tilted her butt, pushed Meng Boyao out, sat next to Song Yixuan, and took Song Yixuan's hand.

Meng Baiyao was kicked away with a confused look on his face.

Song Yixuan was a little frightened when Lu Qiuhe stared at him with a smile.

Could it be that both mother and daughter only care about appearance?

But you don't have to stare at me like that.

"Auntie, I have something to talk to Baiyao about..." Song Yixuan leaned forward and winked at Meng Baiyao, asking for help.

Meng Baiyao gave an "OK" gesture and immediately said, "Mom! Let's go to the attic first and come back when we have time." She grabbed Song Yixuan's hand, pulled him up and left.

Guan Qian doesn't care, he has legs and will follow.

"I've never seen my mother be so affectionate to anyone before?" Meng Baiyao murmured to himself.

She had brought friends home before, and Lu Qiuhe was usually polite, not like today, who was more friendly than meeting his own daughter.

The Meng family's residence is a courtyard-style residence. After coming out of the living room of the main building, passing the green path, corridor and lotus pond, you will see a three-story octagonal pavilion located in the courtyard. The plaque on the main gate reads "Tianshu Pavilion".

As you push the door open, the fragrance of books and ink hits you in the face. Calligraphy, paintings, gold, silver, jade, carved beams and painted buildings are neatly displayed, just like a small museum.

Song Yixuan suddenly thought that the things her prodigal apprentice bought were almost as good as those here, except that some of them were difficult to tell whether they were real or fake.

"The paintings of Shen Zai and Wang Boxi are on the second floor. Let's go up and take a look." Meng Baiyao took Song Yixuan's hand and walked upstairs.

Song Yixuan stayed on the second floor of the Heavenly Book Pavilion for most of the day. During this time, Lu Qiuhe sent Wu Ma to deliver lunch to him. Near dusk, he hurriedly left the Meng family.

She always felt that Lu Qiuhe's attitude towards her was a little awkward.

During dinner, Lu Qiuhe saw Meng Baiyao coming back alone, so she asked, "Baiyao, where is your friend?"

"Oh, they have something to do, so they left first. Lamb legs--" Meng Baiyao saw the lamb legs, grabbed the largest one with both hands and put it into his mouth.

Lu Qiuhe knocked over with a chopstick, "Mind your image!"

In the evening, Lu Qiuhe seemed to be worried and stood in front of the window for a long time.

Meng Zishan stroked his slightly damp hair and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Qiuhe clutched the shawl on her arm, turned around, frowned, and asked, "Do you still remember the Feng family's missing little daughter, Xiaohui?"

She always felt that Song Yixuan looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

"Well, I met Feng Zun at a meeting today, and we talked about this matter." Meng Zishan couldn't help but sigh. "They have been brooding over this, but after all these years, there's been no news of Xiao Hui. Feng Zun said that his wife met a girl who looked like Xiao Hui not long ago, and she was a little emotional after returning home..."

Lu Qiuhe quickly interrupted, "No, I saw it today too."

"What?" Meng Zishan couldn't believe it.

"Bai Yao brought a girl home today, saying she wanted to see some paintings or something. At first glance, I thought she looked like the Feng family's child. I'd also seen Xiao Hui when she was little." Lu Qiuhe said with a bit of excitement, "I secretly observed her from outside the Heavenly Book Pavilion for a few times, and her features are exactly like the Feng brothers'!"

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Meng Zishan asked.

"No doubt about it," Lu Qiuhe said with certainty, "Could it be the same person that Madam Feng saw?"

"The Feng family has been searching for so many years but has no news. It's better not to make this public for now." Meng Zishan was hesitant to make a decision. "Call Bai Yao over and ask what's going on."

"Okay, I'll call her and ask her to come over."

Soon, Meng Boyao, wearing Strawberry Bear pajamas, knocked on the door and walked in. "Dear Mom and Dad, did you miss me?"

Lu Qiuhe looked disgusted and said, "Don't dress so flashy. Forget it, let me ask you, the girl you brought home today is called Song..."

Meng Baiyao asked, "Sister Song Yixuan, what's wrong?"

"How did you two know each other?" Lu Qiuhe asked.

"Today I went to... get my nails done..." Meng Baiyao looked down and saw that his nails were done a month ago. Several of the diamonds on them had been worn off, so he quickly hid his hands.

If Lu Qiuhe and Meng Zishan knew that she had gone to Chen Palace, she would definitely be beaten up.

"Then I saw the butler Thirteenth Young Master, and I went to find him." Meng Baiyao lied.

"The housekeeper?" Meng Zishan's face suddenly darkened. "Didn't I tell you not to mess with the housekeeper?"

"But he is handsome." Meng Baiyao said.

"You'll piss me off to death sooner or later." Meng Zishan said helplessly, "Go on."

"Oh. Thirteenth Young Master is with Sister Song. I knew them in the past." Meng Baiyao automatically filtered out Pang Du.