Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

On that day, Meng Zhao held a banquet in the manor, drinking and having fun with his trusted high-ranking officials, and officially appeared to announce his return. The scene was extremely lively and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

On the second day, Meng Zhao began to summon his subordinates one by one, whether it was his four trusted ones, the old men who followed the second branch of the Meng family, or the newcomers who joined after arriving in Lingwu City, none of them were missed.

Just as Meng Zhao thought before, he rewarded those who should be rewarded and punished those who should be punished, using both kindness and severity to win people's hearts.

It took Meng Zhao nearly three days just for this matter.

There was no way. Now his stall was too big, and there were many masters and outstanding talents with abilities. Moreover, it was not just a formality, but he had to win them over according to the habits of the other party, which was even more laborious.

In addition, if you want to win people's hearts, you have to be fair and not let your subordinates have any ideas, otherwise he summoned one but not another, which was obviously biased and could easily cause trouble.

Three days later, Meng Zhao began to formally deal with the various important tasks and miscellaneous matters that had accumulated in his hands. Liang Muchu was busy checking for omissions and filling gaps for him. Suddenly, he heard his subordinates come to report that the Nine-surname Li family had sent a visiting card and that the person was outside the manor. He didn't know how to deal with it.

Meng Zhao's originally tense expression relaxed a little. He pressed his fingers on both sides of his temples and rubbed them gently. He said,

"Take the distinguished guests of the Li family to the guest hall and treat them well. I will be there soon."

Liang Muchu also put down his work at this time, walked to Meng Zhao's side, and asked curiously,

"What do you think the Li family's purpose is this time? Is it because of the assassination of you?"

Since Meng Zhao returned, Liang Muchu learned that he was assassinated, so he took this matter as the top priority to investigate. Although it was only three days, he had some targets. One of them was also somewhat involved with the Li family, and he couldn't help but suspect.

Meng Zhao shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know either. The Li family is now in Xuzhou, and their relationship with the rebels is unclear, and their future is unpredictable. This time, they sent their clansmen to the north, and their intentions are even more unpredictable. We must be careful." To be honest, if Meng Zhao lived at the bottom of society, his upward channels were blocked, and he had no hope and future, then he would definitely have to establish a relationship with the rebel forces such as the Li family or the Pudu Sect, and rebel against Dayong together to fight for his future. However, after occupying the magpie's nest and borrowing the identity of "Meng Zhao", he now has no concerns in this regard. From a personal perspective, a stable and prosperous Dayong is better than anything else. Therefore, his attitude towards the Li family is actually somewhat similar to that towards the evil demons. He is unwilling to offend easily, but he is not afraid of trouble. If he really wants to cooperate, it is not impossible, but he has to come up with something that makes him excited. The two did not talk for long before they rushed to the guest hall and met Li Yaer and his party who had just sat down. Compared to the crowd of guards in the inn that day, with the Grandmaster by their side, not many people came to visit the Meng family manor today.

There are only two bloodlines of the Li family, Li Yaer and Li Xinglu, who are no different from those seen in the teahouse that day. If there is any difference, it is that the arrogance from the bones is more obscure.

As for Li Xingchen, there is not even a shadow. I think he has not recovered from the blow he suffered. He does not want to see Meng Zhao again for a while, so he did not come.

There are not many guards left, only four people, standing on both sides of Li Yaer and Li Xingchen. One of them is an acquaintance, who is the master who stopped Meng Zhao and forced him to drink tea that day.

Seeing Meng Zhao appear at the gate, Li Yaer put down the teacup in her hand, jumped up from the chair, and went forward to greet him with a smile on her face. She put her jade-green palms together and clasped her fists, saying, "Haha, Mr. Meng, we came here uninvited today. I hope you don't mind." Li Xinglu was also very happy when she saw Meng Zhao, and subconsciously followed her uncle to stand up. She admired Meng Zhao very much, and she wanted him to fall at her feet. Today, she dressed up specially, looking radiant and more beautiful than she saw that day. As a result, she saw Liang Muchu beside Meng Zhao, and her expression on her face stiffened instantly. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. A pair of very beautiful eyes stared straight at Liang Muchu's majestic chest, and she couldn't help but feel jealous. Well, women are women, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she likes to compare who is more beautiful between her and others. Originally, Li Xinglu thought she should be a beauty that could overwhelm a country, but when she saw Liang Muchu, she didn't feel unconfident, but suddenly realized that she was not the only one who was beautiful.

At least, the woman who was following Meng Zhao and seemed very close to him was no less beautiful than herself, and even more beautiful.

In terms of appearance and exquisite facial features, Li Xinglu believed that she was still better than the other party, but when it came to figure, everyone had their own opinions. Some aspects of the other party were indeed far beyond her reach.

Meng Zhao had a weak impression of Li Xinglu, and his main thoughts were on Li Ya'er, so he didn't know that at this time, a young girl was hit by Liang Muchu's almost perfect figure.

He walked forward with a smile, raised his hand to support Li Ya'er who was bowing, and said repeatedly,

"Oh, senior, you are so polite. It is my honor to have you come to the Meng family. I am so happy that I can't wait to see you. How can I be surprised?"

There was no trace of performance between the two of them. It can only be said that the real actor is never the person who appears on the screen.

When Meng Zhao and Liang Muchiu sat down respectively, and the maid serving beside them presented tea and cakes, Meng Zhao waved the irrelevant people to leave.

After the scene was cleared, Li Ya'er took the initiative and said,

"Mr. Meng, after you left that day, a murder occurred nearby. I heard that a killer was out, but he failed. Instead, he was killed on the spot. I wonder if it was you who assassinated those two people?"

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and he looked at Liang Muchiu without any trace, and at the same time he understood what the other party was thinking. Could it be that the visit of the Li family is really related to the assassin?

He thought about it and felt that he still had something to say, and he was not afraid of any conspiracy, so he said,

"Yes, there are indeed two dead soldiers. After they were killed, their bodies self-destructed, and the poison still remained. Fortunately, I still have some means, so I was safe and sound. If it were another person, his skin would have to peel off even if he died."

Li Ya'er's smile remained unchanged and continued,

"Did Young Master Meng have any suspicions? Or, in other words, did he suspect that my Li family was responsible for this?"

Although Li Xinglu compared herself with Liang Muchiu from time to time, when she heard the serious matter, she still subconsciously turned her attention to Meng Zhao.

After all, she had just separated from the Li family and had ruined the Li family's reputation. If it were her, she would also doubt the Li family's actions.