She frowned and scolded him a few times: "Alright, you are a lady from a wealthy family, how can you say these words? If your grandfather heard these words, he would punish you first! Besides, this is the imperial family's selection of concubines, how cautious is it? You must be careful not to speak out of turn!"
When Madam Yang frowned, she still looked a little scary. Miss Yang Liu did not dare to contradict her mother too much and could only hum reluctantly.
Su Yao didn't realize that someone was still thinking about her so much. She got on the carriage from the silk shop and asked Wang Yuerong, "Are we going to the Treasure Pavilion? I see there are so many people, so there's no need to go. I still have some jewelry that Madam Liao gave me. They are all new and I haven't worn them yet. There are also some jewelry that Madam Ji and Bai Xue gave me. I haven't used them yet. It's a good opportunity to take them out and use them."
Wang Yuerong didn't expect there would be so many people, and she was a little hesitant for a moment.
But the craftsmanship of the small shop was not good, so she could only sigh: "It doesn't have to be like this. Does our family still need jewelry? I'm just afraid that people will say that our jewelry is not fashionable. In this case, forget it. Let's go to the teahouse and sit down?"
They were talking in the carriage when there was a knock on the wall.
Wang Yuerong asked across the carriage: "What's wrong?"
The voice coming from outside was a little nervous: "Madam, County Lady, His Highness... His Highness is here!"
Your Highness
Everyone quickly realized that it was Xiao Heng who came? Sansheng was a man of few words, but at this moment, he couldn't help but remind Song Heng: "This is clearly aimed at you. Do you also suspect that the one who attacked the Eleventh Young Master is someone close to you?"
At the time, Song Heng was doing business near Sanyuan Tower, but this was not something that everyone knew about. As an assistant to the Jinyiwei, Song Heng's whereabouts were not fixed, so it was not easy to know.
But at that time, there was someone who could come and talk to Song Heng about this matter.
I didn't think much of it before. After all, Song Shiyi was famous in the capital for causing trouble, and this was not the first or second time that Song Heng had taught him a lesson.
But now when I think about it, I feel that everything is too coincidental.
Song Heng nodded silently, took a few steps, and then ordered him: "Hasn't the person who went out with Eleven that day been found yet?"
Ever since Song Shiyi got into trouble in the imperial prison and the imperial physician said it was poisoning, Song Heng had already started investigating the people around Song Shiyi. After all, they were the ones who followed Song Shiyi the closest. The people around him knew best who he had met and whether he had been involved with those people before.
But what was strange was that Haowen, Song Zhiyuan's favorite servant, had disappeared.
Sansheng shook his head: "This Haowen is not our family's own son. He was picked up from the refugees when we were distributing porridge in our mansion. The Eleventh Young Master saw that he was smart and asked him to be his servant, so it was difficult to find him for a while."
Song Heng paused.
If that's the case, it's even more suspicious.
He ignored the screams and complaints from the house behind him and strode forward.
Sanxing followed behind him, feeling sad and worried for Song Heng. After such a mess, he didn't know how the family would live in the future. He was just about to ask Song Heng to go back and surrender, but he saw Han, the steward beside Marquis Guangping, coming over, and he couldn't help but shut up again.
Manager Han was much calmer than the people in the previous courtyard. He saluted Song Heng and said respectfully, "Sixth Young Master, the Marquis invites you to come over."
Sanxing saw Song Heng change his route and go to the study room in front. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Everyone thought that his young master was so unruly and unruly in the mansion, but who knew how difficult their young master's life was.
At this moment, laughter was heard everywhere in the bustling Lion Tower. Everyone was looking at the storyteller in the center of the hall on the first floor and laughing uncontrollably.
The private rooms on the second floor were already full. In the No. 1 room, the window creaked shut. A middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "This know-it-all has only told the same two stories over and over again. People's ears are almost callused, but the number of people listening never decreases. Isn't that strange?"
The person opposite him burst out laughing, and poured himself a cup of tea with a "tsk". "Look at what you said, how can ordinary people have such good eloquence? What's more, he spoke with ups and downs, and the rhythm was good, which made people's heart beat fast, which is already extremely rare. Besides, if you just want to listen to the story, is there any better story than the Guangping Marquis Mansion recently?"
At this point, Mr. Zhan stroked his mustache and said, "Besides, this story was planned and manipulated by you. Whether the people in it live or die, whether they are happy or sad, it all depends on your will. Isn't that enough?"
There was still laughter and cheers outside. When Mr. Zhan saw the middle-aged scholar narrow his eyes, he said attentively: "I originally wanted to invite you to Wanhua Hall, but I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you, the county horse..."
Shao Wenxun had a little smile on his face and raised his hand to interrupt him: "You know I don't like this."
"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Zhan laughed, "You and the princess are in perfect harmony, and you are so in love with each other. Naturally, you don't want to see those vulgar women."
Shao Wenxun did not say more on this topic, but turned to ask him: "Whether the Song family is doing something fishy or not, we will soon find out."
There were crowds of people downstairs, and Shao Wenxun never drank alcohol. He drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then looked at Mr. Zhan and asked him, "I wonder why Your Highness thinks... it could be Song Heng?"
He asked very cryptically, and obviously knew how secretive this was.
When Mr. Zhan saw that the tea in his cup was almost empty, he quickly and attentively refilled it, with just the right smile and intimacy on his face.
A barely perceptible look of pride appeared on Shao Wenxun's face.
Mr. Zhan caught it keenly, lowered his head and quickly adjusted his mood by pouring tea on the tea pet.
Speaking of which, he and Shao Wenxun are of the same age.
They were both Jinshi in the same year, and his ranking was 23 places higher than Shao Wenxun. Even when he later became an official, he was first assigned to the Hanlin Academy, and his career was expected to be bright.
But who could have known that fate would play such a trick on him? One day, Shao Wenxun won the favor of Princess Le because he met Prince Fenyang on the road. In a blink of an eye, he became a princess. His official career also went smoothly and he went to the Censorate smoothly.
Everyone knows that he is the son-in-law of Prince Fenyang, so how could they make things difficult for him
Not only did he do well in his job, he also had an excellent reputation; everyone said that he was a very upright man.
What integrity? But who knows how fate plays tricks on people. Shao Wenxun won the favor of Princess Le because of his encounter with Prince Fenyang on the road. In a blink of an eye, he became a princess, and his official career was also smooth, and he went to the Censorate smoothly.
Everyone knows that he is the son-in-law of Prince Fenyang, so how could they make things difficult for him
Not only did he do well in his job, he also had an excellent reputation; everyone said that he was a very upright man.
What integrity