The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

After returning to the capital, Mingyue really had no appetite.

My mind is full of money.

At this time, Jiang Mengrou happened to take out the letter from the capital and show it to her.

"Here's a letter from your uncle, written especially for you. Would you like to read it?"

Mingyue rested her hands on the table, propped up her head, and stared into the distance in a daze. She had just returned from the village and taken a bath.

Noticing someone talking to her, she uttered a nonsensical, "Huh?" "Oh."

Jiang Mengrou shook her head. She had heard everything about what happened just now. She was probably angry about the account book.

Oh, her greedy little daughter.

"Since some people don't want to read it, then I, as her mother, will help her read it." As she said this, Jiang Mengrou observed Mingyue's expression while opening the letter.

It seems that this child really has no time to pay attention to herself. Well, I'll open it and read it to her.

After all, Atang mentioned in the letter he wrote to himself that he must let Mingyue read the letter and then relay her expression at that time to him.

"My dear Mingyue, how are you these days?

My uncle misses you very much.

When I woke up from a dream last night, all I could think about was you asking me for money. After thinking about it, if that corrupt official spits out the money, I'll give you half!"

The following text became more and more outrageous, without any trace of the emperor's majesty.

Although Mingyue was distracted, when she heard the last sentence, "Give me half", she seemed to wake up from a dream!

"What?! Who's going to give me half the silver?!"

Mingyue looked around, and finally her eyes stopped on her mother Jiang Mengrou.

"Girl, all you have on your mind is money, money, money. But you come back to your senses when you hear about money."

Mingyue curled her lips. "Mother, tell me quickly, what did you just say? What about half?"

Jiang Mengrou said nothing, handed the letter to her and let her read it herself.

Watching Mingyue's eyes gradually widen, the curve of the corners of her mouth became more and more upturned, and she couldn't close them.

She was so happy that she couldn't help laughing. No wonder her brother asked her to record Mingyue's expression when she read the letter. It was so funny!

As expected, it is the younger brother who understands his daughter best.

Mingyue held the letter in her arms, thinking of the gold bricks she had searched out from Luo Wenhao's house.

Now she seems to be swimming in a sea of ​​gold bricks.

"That's great! My uncle is such a nice person." However, if he knew that Luo Wenhao swallowed so much, he would not be happy to share it with him.

Never mind, even a little bit is fine with her, hehe.

Jiang Mengrou just thought it was funny and quickly ran to write a reply to her brother while the memory was still fresh.

Mingyue felt happy, but she still couldn't help but think of Luo Wenhao's parents.

The two old people had suffered all their lives and never expected their son to give them a life of luxury.

Instead, he saw his son's true heart.

The two of them stayed for a long time, not because they were attached to the world, but because they wanted to keep this account book.

Since that night, after the son finished mourning, he hurriedly hid the account book in his stove.

The old couple probably knew what was going on from their son's mumbling.

It took the two of them, no, it took the two ghosts a long time to accept the truth that their son was a corrupt official.

They told Mingyue that during this period, many people came to their house late at night, probably looking for this thing.

But Luo Wenhao hid too deeply, and coupled with their deliberate obstruction, those people always returned empty-handed, cursing.

Today, looking at the leader Zhao Yunshan, he looked righteous.

Some time ago, everyone in the village was talking about the general coming from the capital. They thought that the person they were waiting for had arrived.

Just when they were worrying about how to remind them, they saw the chubby little Mingyue had discovered them.

Although I was surprised, it seems that the older generation often said that children's eyes are clean, so it is normal for them to see these unclean things.

Without thinking too much, I told Mingyue where the account book was.

Unexpectedly, this young lady was so nice and even gave them some snacks.

Seeing that thing being turned out, the two old men held hands and left in the west direction...

After Zhao Yunshan came back, he kept cursing Luo Wenhao at the dinner table.

"This guy is too dark!"

"Tell me how scheming he is! After his parents passed away, the ancestral home was empty and no one wanted to live there, so he hid the account books there!"

"He knows we don't have the crucial evidence and can't easily convict him. For the past two or three months, he's been pretending to be framed. He's really patient!"

"Is he still planning to use that account book as leverage to threaten those who have dealings with him after he's acquitted?"

Zhao Yunshan looked extremely angry.

The evidence has been found, the stolen money has been discovered, and the person is here too.

Hearing that the adult would be arriving soon, he simply decided to ignore the matter!

Mingyue is happy now.

After all, a small portion of this money also belongs to her.

Come to think of it, I'm still a little bit looking forward to who will take over this matter.

"Dad, do you know which adult will come to investigate what happens next?" Mingyue asked.

"Well, hey, it's a secret!" Zhao Yunshan kept it a secret. "We'll know when the time comes~"

"Dad, Dad, just tell me." She shook Zhao Yunshan's arm in a naughty manner.

Zhao Yunshan remained steady, "You'll know when the time comes. Don't ask Daddy. By the way, have you been painting seriously lately?"

Huh? Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?

I panicked when I was suddenly asked if I had finished my homework. After more than ten years, this question came back to me.

When they were in the capital, they agreed that Mingyue did not have to go to school, but she still had to send her homework to her calligraphy and painting teacher regularly.

It is equivalent to remote teaching, which is like being gilded by a famous teacher.

Mingyue chuckled, "Well, Daddy and Mommy, I remembered that there are still some clothes hanging in the yard that I haven't collected yet. I'll go first!"

Get away with it.

Minghao laughed wildly in his heart, "Sister! You deserve this day!"

Look at how wildly Daddy laughed when he hit my palm before, and how embarrassed I am now!

But, at night...

He went to the kitchen and asked the cook to make a small snack for Mingyue.

Oh, there's nothing I can do. She's my most beloved sister.

As for the question of who the official who would take over the case was, Mingyue quickly put it behind her mind.

Now she was crying and sweating profusely on the paper.

“Why are there still so many to draw?”