On that day, Meng Zhao held a banquet in the manor, drank and had fun with his confidants and senior executives, and officially showed up 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 they were his four close friends, the old man who followed the second wife of the Meng family, or the newcomer who only came to Lingwu City to serve, none of them missed.

Just as Meng Zhao thought before, the rewards that should be rewarded, the punishments that should be punished, and the kindness and power of others will be used together to win people's hearts.

Meng Zhao spent nearly three days on this matter alone.

There is no way. Now his stalls are too big. Experts and capable outstanding talents are emerging one after another. What's more, it's not just a formality, but a goal to win over the other party's habits.

In addition, if you want to win the hearts of the people, you must be fair and not let your subordinates have any ideas. Otherwise, he will summon one but not the other, and he will be clearly biased and will easily cause trouble.

Three days later, Meng Zhao began to formally deal with all the important tasks and miscellaneous things he had accumulated in his hands. Liang Muqiu was busy checking for him and was also very busy. Suddenly, he heard his subordinates come to report that the Li family of nine surnames sent someone to pay a visit. The person is now outside the village and doesn't know how to deal with it.

Meng Zhao's originally tense expression was a little relaxed, and he pressed his fingers on both temples and gently rubbed them, saying,

"Take the distinguished guests of the Li family into the living room and treat them well, and I will go there immediately."

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

"You said, what is the purpose of the Li family coming this time? Could it be because of the assassination of you?"

Since Meng Zhao returned, Liang Muqiu learned that he was assassinated, so he regarded this as the first major matter to investigate. Although it was only three days, he had some goals. One of them was still involved in the Li family and could not help but suspect it.

Meng Zhao shook his head, pondered for a moment, said,

"I don't know that the Li family is now in Xuzhou, and their relationship with the rebels is unclear and their future is unpredictable.

This time, when sending tribe members to the north, it is even more unpredictable to be careful. We must be careful."

To be honest, if Meng Zhao lives at the bottom and has blocked the upward channels and has no hope for the future, then he will definitely have to establish a relationship with rebel forces such as the Li family or Pudu Cult, and jointly create the rebellion of Da Yong, and give himself a future and future.

However, after occupying the magpie's nest and borrowing the identity of "Meng Zhao", he now has no concerns about this. 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 his treatment of evil deeds. He is neither willing to offend easily nor afraid of trouble. If he really wants to cooperate, it is not impossible, but he has to come up with something that makes him moved.

The two of them rushed to the guest hall without long talking and met Li Ya'er and his party who had just sat down.

Compared to the crowd guards in the inn that day, the master was by his side, not many people came to visit Mengjia Manor today.

There are only two bloodlines of the Li family, Li Ya'er and Li Xinglu, which are no different from what you saw in the teahouse that day. If there is really a difference, it is the kind of arrogance and obscureness that comes from the bones.

As for Li Xingchen, he didn't even have a shadow. I think the blow he suffered had not yet recovered, so he didn't want to see Meng Zhao again for a while, so he didn't come.

There were not many guards left, only four people, and they separated Li Ya'er and Li Xingchen again. There was an acquaintance among them. It was the master who blocked Meng Zhao's way that day and forced him to drink tea.

Seeing Meng Zhao appearing at the gate, Li Ya'er put down the teacup in her hand, bounced up from the seat, and went forward to greet her. Her face was full of smiles, her jade-colored palms were gathered together, and she clasped her fists.

"Haha, Mr. Meng, I'll come uninvited today. I hope you don't take it a word."

When Li Xinglu saw Meng Zhao, she was also very happy and subconsciously stood up with her uncle.

She admired Meng Zhao very much, and had the intention of asking him to bow to her pomegranate skirt. She dressed up a little more today, her face was radiant and her appearance was even better than what she saw that day.

As a result, when I saw Liang Muqiu beside Meng Zhao, the expression on his face suddenly became stiff, and I couldn't tell what it felt. A pair of very beautiful eyes stared at Liang Muqiu's majestic chest, and involuntarily developed an emotion called jealousy.

Well, women are women, and no matter how beautiful women are, they are women. They like to compare who is more beautiful than themselves.

Originally, Li Xinglu felt that she should be so beautiful, but when she saw Liang Muqiu, she didn't feel confident, but suddenly realized that she was not uniquely beautiful.

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

In terms of appearance and delicate facial features, Li Xinglu believes that she is better than the other party, but when it comes to figure, each person has different opinions and wise people. Some aspects of the other party are indeed far beyond her ability.

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

Li Ya'er walked forward with a smile, raised her hand and held her fist to salute Li Ya'er, and said repeatedly,

"Oh, senior, you are so polite. It is my honor to come to the Meng family. I am too happy, so why would you be surprised?"

The two of them made a move without any trace of performance. It can only be said that the real actors have never been the ones presented on the screen.

When Meng Zhao and Liang Muqiu sat down separately, the maid serving next to him presented tea and pastries, Meng Zhao waved his hand to ask the irrelevant people to retreat.

After clearing the scene, Li Ya'er took the initiative to say

"Mr. Meng, after you left that day, a bloody crime occurred nearby. I heard that there were killers, but they were not successful. Instead, they were killed on the spot. I wonder if the two people assassinated, but you?"

Meng Zhao's heart moved and looked at Liang Muqiu without any trace. At the same time, he understood what the other party was thinking. Could this Li family come here really have something to do with the assassin?

He thought about it and felt that there was still something to say, and he was not afraid of any conspiracy and plot.

"Yes, there are indeed two dead soldiers. After being killed, they exploded and had a very poison. Fortunately, I still have some tricks and were safe and sound. If it were another person, they would have to peel off even if they didn't die."

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

"Did Mr. Meng have ever had a target of doubt? Or, is it suspected that it was my Li family who took action?"

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