Power and Favor

Chapter 92: Go deep into the tiger's den

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This crazy thought continued to grow until Yuan Lunwen left.

She checked her medicine cabinet in the room, anesthesia, yes, gauze, yes, hemostatic agent, rescue dopamine, yes, atropine, yes, and some odds and ends.

Dagger, no, you can ask Xu Yiji.

Everything is ready, just owe investigation.

She wants to investigate where Hui Dinghou likes to hang out, when and what route he will pass, how many security guards he has around him, and what weapons he carries.

Xu Yi felt that the princess was very strange recently, and asked him to borrow a dagger in a while, and asked him if he had any hidden weapons, and then asked him what is the most prominent sign of a man.

Forget the first two, the latter one is really hard to talk about. Isn't the most prominent sign of this man not having developed chest muscles and fritters underneath

The princess is too simple.

Until one day, he saw the princess wore a new set of men's clothing and went out, moreover, he went out through the back door, without green shoots, and without the two mothers.

He thought it was strange, but he was not embarrassed to ask, the princess had this addiction, so he was really embarrassed to ask.

The next day, the princess took two steamed buns and went out again. It took another whole day to go, and only came back when it fell dark.

The same is true on the third day.

Xu Yi felt that he needed to tell the prince.

After Yu Wenhao's swelling disappeared, he immediately went to Jingzhaofu to take over, and formally took over the post of Jingzhaofu Yin.

The new personnel must be rectified. There are dozens of officials in Jingzhao Mansion, large and small, all kinds of contradictions are intricate, interpersonal relationships are intertwined, each holding the topography and fighting each other, it is not an exaggeration at all.

Yu Wenhao wants to get acquainted with various businesses as soon as possible, so he is busy from morning to night.

When Xu came back to the mansion that day, he said, "Master, the princess is very strange recently."

Yu Wenhao was wounded, and could hear Yuan Qingling's affairs. He had no interest at all. "This king does not want to hear the words "Wang Hao" or Yuan Qingling."

Xu Yi glanced at the prince's tired eyes and swallowed what he was about to say, "Oh."

Tang Yang took Xu Yi out and asked, "Why is the princess weird?"

Xu Yi said: "The princess has always dressed up as a man to go out in the past few days. She went out early in the morning and came back at night."

"Can you withdraw money?"

"No, I brought steamed buns and a pot of water."

Tang Yang also felt strange, "Then have you asked Lu Ya or his mother?"

"I asked, my mother said that the princess didn't know what medicine she was going to give to the Supreme Emperor, and said that the Supreme Emperor would soon have his birthday? But they were not allowed to follow, for fear that there would be no surprises."

"The princess has done things very strange recently." Tang Yang thinks about it and feels that there is no problem. Everyone attaches great importance to the birthday of the emperor.

However, for the sake of caution, Tang Yang said: "The princess will go out in the future, you will follow in secret, but you must not let the princess find out.

"I see." Xu Yi responded.

After Tang Yang went in, he told Yu Wenhao, "The princess is preparing gifts for the Emperor's birthday."

Yu Wenhao snorted, "She did it to the utmost when she slapped her horse."

Yuan Qingling investigated for a few days and found that Hui Dinghou liked to go to Qingcheng Xiaozhuli to listen to music.

However, he didn't go there regularly, just when he was free, he didn't go every day, he usually came back in the barracks, and passed by Qingcheng Xiaozhu and went in to listen to a few songs.

Yuan Qingling didn't get in at first, because she needed tea money and rewards to go in to listen to the music. She didn't bring any money, so she just wandered outside and waited.

Hui Dinghou rode his horse back to the city, usually with only two people. The two men wore knives around their waists, and their faces were serious.

On this day, Yuan Qingling took the silver and went in to listen to the tune.

A blue men's wear with a waistband, silky hair tied up with a linoleum, no powder, but red lips and white teeth, beautiful eyebrows, all demonstrating her daughter's style in every gesture.

However, she deliberately drew her eyebrows thicker, and the corners of her eyebrows were flying upwards. In this soft beauty, there was a point or two more heroic.

She had walked Xu Yi in the government school. She practiced hard, tied her chest, stood tall, and had a steady pace. Xu Yi was wearing a sword, but she was equipped with a folding fan. She was dressed as a scholar and looked like a military commander. It looks weird.

There was a delay when I went out today, because Yuan Qingping said that she was going back to the house, so she ate a meal with her. Seeing the sadness in Yuan Qingping's eyes, she comforted a few words.

When she arrived at Qingcheng Xiaozhu, she was pleasantly surprised to find one of Hui Dinghou's attendants was standing outside, and Hui Dinghou should be inside.

After waiting for so many days, finally being able to get in close contact with Hui Dinghou, Yuan Qingling's heart jumped wildly.

It was shocked, scared and happy.

He cleared his throat, and walked in with the arrogance of a scholar.

At a glance, I saw Hui Dinghou, who was wearing black silk and satin clothes, sitting in the front row, and another attendant stood beside him, all looking at Hua Gu who was singing on the stage.

The flower aunt is very handsome, and she is looking forward while singing, her voice is crisp, sweet, and tender with all manner of tenderness.

Yuan Qing Ling found a chair not far from Hui Dinghou and sat down, and Dr. Tea came over to serve tea snacks. Yuan Qing Ling rewarded a few copper plates, and Dr. Tea bowed and thanked him and left.

Yuan Qingling was eating tea, looking at Hui Dinghou secretly from the corner of his eyes, only to see him lightly close his eyes, and gently gazed at the armrest of the chair with his fingers, as if he was enjoying.

He has the face of a man in his thirties, and when he closes his eyes, there is an obvious Sichuan character on his brows, which shows that this person is very angry.

The skin is bronze. From the eyes of modern people, this skin tone is very delicious.

The face of the Chinese character is full of heaven, and the eyebrows are thick, but there are a lot of miscellaneous hairs on the brows. At a glance, I think this person is extremely fierce.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the light flashed like a blade, Yuan Qingling's heart was stagnant, and he suddenly turned away to look at the singing girl.

It turned out that the melody suddenly changed, and the sound of the pipa came with faint resentment, and the air seemed to be smeared with a foreign desolation, like weeping like a complaint, mournfully and gracefully, the flower aunt's white fingers twirled on the pipa, the red lips activated, and she started singing , "The wind and sand are rolling, and my face is getting old. I lean against the wooden door and look forward to it. The general has ever looked back..."

The crying beauty, heart-stirring, straight into the heart and soul, the sad and desolate singing made Yuan Qingling feel soft and sorrowful, but for a while, she forgot that she was monitoring Hui Dinghou, and she couldn't help but aroused homesickness, and her eyes were jerky and full. In tears.

She looked at the pipa in Aunt Hua's hand ignorantly, and as her fingers twirled, the past was forced into front of her eyes.

After one song, she was still stunned.

She didn't see it, and Hui Dinghou's eyes didn't know when it had already moved to her face. It was originally swept away, but finally looked at it with concentration.

Yuan Qing Ling's eyes flickered and collided with Hui Dinghou's sight. Yuan Qingling's heart throbbed with fright. He quickly turned away, held the tea cup, took a sip, and the water slipped from his throat.

Hui Dinghou looked at her swallowing motion, looked at the beautiful neck, and smiled meaningfully.