Zhuang Shiyang heard what she said and felt that it was extremely correct. He immediately said in a deep voice: "Go and tie up the guard who protected the young lady yesterday. First, take charge of the sixty boards."
Sixty big boards can kill people. Zhou panicked and said, "Master... Master..." She had spent a lot of money to buy these people and planned to cultivate them as her confidants. At this moment, they were uprooted. How willing she is!
Han Yan walked up to her and helped her up affectionately: "Auntie, don't panic. These slaves usually rely on someone to support them, so they do evil and don't pay attention to the master of the house. Now let's punish them. , and also asked them to understand the situation clearly. Sister Yushan's whereabouts are unknown, and Auntie should go back to Davidson Garden to rest early." Then he ordered Shu Hong: "Take out the gift I brought for Auntie Mei."
Shu Hong quickly stepped forward and presented a small jade box. Han Yan opened it, and inside was a crystal clear jade Buddha, about the size of a little finger, with a thin red rope running through the middle.
Han Yan handed the box in his hand to Zhuang Shiyang and said with a smile: "Actually, Yan'er came to Furong Garden today to give this jade Buddha to Aunt Mei. This jade Buddha was begged by Han Yan from the temple before. It can protect people's safety. Now that Aunt Mei is pregnant with Yan'er's little brother, Yan'er will give the Jade Buddha to Aunt Mei, hoping that the little brother will be born safely."
Zhuang Shiyang felt extremely comfortable when Han Yan called her "little brother", so he gave her a rare nod and praised her: "You are thoughtful."
Han Yan glanced at Mrs. Zhou: "If my aunt is worried about Sister Yushan, she might as well go to the Buddhist hall to ask for the blessings of the Bodhisattva. There are gods three feet above your head, and the Bodhisattva sees them. Bad people will definitely have bad retribution. Blood-activating Bodhisattva Mercy, sister Yushan may come back safe and sound in a few days."
Zhou felt that Han Yan's words were extremely sinister, and seemed to be implying something. There was something in the words that made her whole body feel goosebumps. He could only force a smile and said, "That's what the Fourth Miss said."
Han Yan accepted it as soon as he saw it was good, said goodbye to Zhuang Shiyang, and left the Furong Garden in a good mood.
As soon as she left the Furong Garden, her smile faded. Ji Lan's sharp eyes saw that she was worried, and he quickly asked: "Miss, has something happened?"
Han Yan shook his head, feeling a little confused. This is the second time, the second time Zhou said the word "bastard". I was talking about Han Ming before, but now I am talking about her. No matter how bold Zhou was, he would never fabricate her and Zhuang Hanming's background without reason, unless it was true. Moreover, there is no smoke without fire, and Zhuang Shiyang's attitude towards them was indeed not the attitude that a father should have.
As if he had grasped the key to the matter, Han Yan hesitated a little whether to continue investigating. If the investigation continues, how should Zhuang Hanming handle himself as someone who is not his legitimate son? However, it is indeed unjustifiable that Zhuang Shiyang is willing to raise a son for others.
After a long time, she said: "Ji Lan, go and find out which servants have stayed in this mansion the longest. If you have the chance, approach them and talk to them."
Ji Lan nodded knowingly. Han Yan sighed, the joy in his heart that he had fought a comeback was gone, leaving only a touch of regret.
The Xuanqing Palace at this time.
The snow-white rice paper was spread out, and the words on it were particularly fragrant with ink. Fu Yunxi held a pen in one hand, but he lowered his head in deep thought, looking a little absent-minded.
"What's wrong with you two, master and servant?" Cheng Lei on the side finally couldn't help but ask. He is a straight-tempered person, and the habits he developed on the battlefield really can't let him just watch his friends being stupid: "What are you thinking about? ?”
Fu Yunxi paused and said calmly: "It's nothing." The topic changed: "What's going on over there in Xirong?"
Cheng Lei looked at the table and said with a sad look on his face: "It's still the same. Ever since Turmu, the son of Raushi, became the leader of the country, he has always harassed the border villages from time to time. He doesn't fight with real swords and guns. He just robs. These little things are really too small to get on the stage. When our soldiers rushed over, they immediately retreated. The people were miserable and we had no choice. It was really more distressing than fighting."
"He is a smart man." Fu Yunxi said, "It just depends on whether he can bear it anymore."
Cheng Lei shrugged: "What about you? The Seventh Prince's battle is really big today. He did not hesitate to kill so many nobles in the capital to create chaos, just to make people believe that you were accidentally killed by the thieves. It's just..." He shook his head: "He really underestimated you."
Fu Yunxi lowered her head and wrote on the letter: "Let him, it won't happen again."
Cheng Lei smiled narrowly and said: "I heard that there is a beauty who saves a hero today. I said, man, that little girl is only thirteen this year. You are not afraid that others will think you are old."
Fu Yunxi didn't care whether Cheng Lei spoke openly or not. She thought of those stubborn and clear eyes and paused before saying, "I have nothing to do with her."
Cheng Lei waved his hands in disbelief: "Who would believe it? I heard that everyone saw it today, right, Mu Yan?"
Seeing no response, he looked back in confusion and found Mu Yan staring blankly at the wound on his hand. Cheng Lei had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that the handkerchief used to bandage the wound was a woman's. He wanted to joke and said loudly to Mu Yan: "Mu Yan, as an ice master like you, I finally got the idea today, hahaha. I thought you would be a monk like your master in this life. I didn’t expect that such a good thing would happen today. It seems that the Xuanqing Palace has been having a lot of happy events recently."
Mu Yan was startled, and a blush appeared on his usually expressionless face. He recalled in his mind the image of the skinny little girl stabbing herself with a hairpin with determination, but then gently bandaging herself. He had never been so close to a woman, so he couldn't understand the meaning of this inconsistent behavior. I just kept the handkerchief subconsciously.
Fu Yunxi had already written the letter, folded the letter paper, put it in an envelope, and threw it into Cheng Lei's arms.
Cheng Lei was still shaking his head and sighing: "It's not spring yet..."
"Get out!" An inkstone smashed over.
After New Year's Eve, the weather finally cleared up.
The thick snow on the ground has not melted, but the sun is spreading golden threads all over the mountains. The air in the valley in the morning is fresh and pleasant, with the fragrance of morning dew, which is intoxicating.
There is an overpass on the steep cliff, and there is a large dense jungle behind the overpass. At this moment, a woman in black stood in front of a bush, holding a long sword. In front of her stood three petite girls, led by Han Yan.
"Thank you, Master, for the gift of medicine." Han Yan bowed to her respectfully.
She asked Chai Jing for the spices and drugs yesterday. This master seemed to have some relationship with people in the world, so Han Yan tried to beg, but to his surprise, Chai Jing agreed readily.
(End of chapter)