The man impatiently drove the three of An Changqing to the door and spat again.
An Changqing looked at his skilled appearance when he was rushing out, obviously this was not the first time. He frowned and looked at the man with displeased eyes: "If you do business like you, I'm afraid it won't last long."
The guy laughed twice: "You have a lot of control. I don't have time to talk to you, so hurry up and hurry up."
During the conversation, the steward was talking and laughing with a young man in brocade clothing and came downstairs. Seeing that the man was still writing ink at the door, he impatiently urged: "Zhang Si, what are you doing? There is still a batch of cloth in the warehouse, hurry up and clear it out..."
The guy shrank his neck, turned his head and replied, "Let's go now. These people think that the clothes in our shop are expensive, so they're going to talk about it here."
After speaking, An Changqing and the three of them were left behind in a flash.
The steward looked at the three of them, stepped forward and said, "How many do you think Tianyifang's clothes are more expensive?"
This manager's attitude is much better than that of the guy, and An Changqing's expression softened, thinking that maybe the guy just can't handle things, so he nodded: "That's right. Twenty taels of silver and a cotton robe are really too expensive."
"You don't know anything about this." The steward stroked his beard and said proudly: "Tian. Yifang is no different than other shops. The tailors sew clothes for the dignitaries of Yejing, and the clothes are made. , Naturally, the price is higher than other shops."
"Even if it's a cotton robe sewed by a tailor in the palace, isn't it still a cotton robe?" An Fu couldn't help but ask, "Why is it so much taller than other homes? How can you open a business and do business like you?"
The steward's face changed slightly, but he suppressed it again, and said with a reluctant smile: "This business is a willingness to buy and sell. You can't blame us for being too expensive, right?"
An Changqing looked at his expression. When he saw that the steward was polite, he thought he was different from his buddy, but now, it seemed that the snakes and rats were in a gang. It's just that the philistine is exposed, but this manager is hiding a traitor inside, and even the black can say white without blinking.
An Fu had to argue again, but An Changqing waved his hand to stop him: "Forget it, let's go to another house to see."
This time, he was just here to explore the truth. Although he encountered such an incident by accident, he did not intend to break it on the spot. Therefore, he did not reveal his identity, and wanted to take this opportunity to visit other shops.
But I didn't expect that he didn't intend to cause trouble, but the trouble found him. The man who went downstairs with the steward didn't say a word. When he saw that he was leaving, he said with a smile, "Hold on, little son."
An Changqing paused and turned to look at him: "Is there anything else?"
The man who spoke was in his twenties, with a round waist and big, fat shoulders. He was dressed in white. The flesh of the flower was squeezed into the jujube red brocade robe, like a white dough wrapped in silk and satin. He looked funny and ridiculous. But he still thinks that he is windy, and he still holds a folding fan in the winter. At this time, the folding fan is opened and two fans are opened, and he said, "The clothes in the clothing store are really good today. If the young master likes it, you can choose whatever you want. The silver Zhan paid."
"No merit, no reward." An Changqing raised his brows slightly, and there was a hint of ill will in his eyes. Raise your feet to leave.
Unexpectedly, when the white dough saw that he was about to leave, he stopped in front of him as soon as he took a step, and his smile became more and more sinister: "Don't worry, little son, Zhan just closed his eyes to see you and wanted to make friends. My shop is here. On the street, why don't you go back with me, what kind of clothes do you want to buy that you can't buy?"
His words became more and more unbearable, and he even wanted to reach out to pull An Changqing. An Changqing was about to fight back, but Zhou Helan was faster than him, and slammed his fist into the face of the white dough pie.
Bai Dough let out a heart-wrenching roar, covered his eyes and shouted, "How dare you hit you, Mr. Zhan! They're all dead! Come in and tie them up for me!"
Suddenly, six or seven brawny men dressed as servants poured in, and they didn't know where they were resting before. At this moment, it suddenly appeared and surrounded the three of An Changqing in the middle.
Seeing that the surrounding people seemed to be lively to watch, they also hula around and looked inside curiously.
The steward was afraid of causing trouble, so he hesitated to persuade him, "Young Master Zhan, this person is coming and going, it's better to have less than one thing."
Zhan Gongzi covered his eyes and said angrily, "Forget it? The person who dares to beat the young master hasn't been born yet!"
"Hold down the best looking one!" He rolled up his sleeves and said viciously, "Master will teach him a lesson personally."
When Jiading heard this, he was ready to reach out to catch An Changqing. How could An Changqing sit still, just as he was about to reveal his identity, when he heard a sudden wailing from the family, and rolled to the ground with his hands covered.
The figure of Xiao Zhige, who just arrived, was also revealed. He protected An Changqing behind him and glanced around coldly: "Who wants to touch this king's concubine?"
His expressionless face is usually scary enough, but at this moment, he is really angry, and even more violent, a pair of cold eyes seems to hide a sword, and when he looks at people, it is cut from his body.
White Dough was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he knelt down as soon as his legs softened: "Wangwangwangye... It's all a misunderstanding..."
Xiao Zhige gave a bloodthirsty smile, and the heavy military boots with iron nails stepped on his hand and crushed him: "If this king accidentally kills you... is it also a misunderstanding?"
White Dough was so frightened that he lost his voice, and he was swaying all over, shivering and couldn't even say the words to beg for mercy. The stewards on the side were even more frightened. They all knelt on the ground, not even daring to beg for mercy.
I don't know who outside said suddenly: "Your Highness is going to kill..."
The people who were watching the lively cheered and dispersed, and some people were reluctant to be lively and hid far away, but stretched their heads to look at the shop.
Xiao Zhige turned a deaf ear, staring grimly at Young Master Zhan, who was paralyzed like a pool of mud.
The people who were kneeling on the ground inside and outside the shop clearly could hear the needle dropping quietly.
Zhou Helan listened to the movement from outside, and then looked at Xiao Zhige, who was like a killing god descending. He wanted to say something but was afraid of what he looked like at this time, and silently shut his mouth.
Only An Changqing was not frightened. He turned his head to look around, looked at the people who were looking at him in the distance, then looked back at Xiao Zhige, who was full of anger, pursed his lips, raised his hand and tugged at his sleeve.
Xiao Zhige turned to look at him silently.
An Changqing didn't say anything to persuade him. He turned his eyes around, focused on a large vase, walked over and hugged the vase, and said to Xiao Zhige very seriously: "Let me come."
Xiao Zhige didn't answer, his brows frowned, but he let go.
Before White Dough could rejoice, he saw a large round-bellied vase hanging above his head. Before he could feel fear and fear, he only heard the crisp sound of shattering porcelain, the large vase was torn apart, and the white dough that had saved his life was opened, and he passed out completely.
An Changqing clapped his hands, kicked him in frustration, and said refreshed: "Dare to tease me? You can't eat and walk around."
Xiao Zhige looked at him with his fangs and claws, and the anger gathered in his chest suddenly dissipated, replaced by a soft and sour emotion. An Changqing glanced at him, raised his chin slightly, and said to a few frightened servants: "If you don't carry people away, don't put them in the way."
The housekeepers woke up like a dream, carrying the unconscious white dough and crawling away.
In the end, there were the ashen-faced stewards and pals.
An Changqing circled around the two of them and said with a smile: "The two of you will settle the accounts later. An Fu, you bring them back to the palace and lock them up."
An Fu raised his eyebrows in response, kicked the guy, and said fiercely: "Get up, follow me."
The steward didn't dare to say a word, stood up like a quail, and followed him as if running for his life.
An Fu took the people out, and the only remaining Zhou Helan looked at An Changqing and then at Xiao Zhige, and immediately slipped behind An Fu: "I'll call a carriage."
Only Xiao Zhige and An Changqing were left in the shop.
An Changqing squinted at him: "Does the lord of this shop know you?"
Xiao Zhige said, "I know, mine."
"I thought the lord didn't know him." An Changqing said angrily: "There is no good shopkeeper in the shop. The price of clothes is ridiculously high. No wonder the housekeeper Wang said that the situation is getting worse. Money. And I see that the man in charge is very deceitful, so there may be some filthy activities inside."
"It's Wang Fugui who is taking care of it." Xiao Zhige felt a little guilty in his series of accusations that he had done something wrong, and immediately pushed the culprit, Butler Wang, out: "I have no time to take care of it."
"I'll settle the accounts with them when I go back and sort out the accounts." An Changqing was very angry, thinking that according to Xiao Zhige's no-nonsense approach, there must be more than one problem shop. After all, these stewards are very rudderless. If the boss is watching closely, they will try their best not to neglect their duties. If the owner doesn't look at it, most of them have to play tricks to make money.
Tianyifang will never be like this from the beginning. It must have been a long time. Seeing that the boss doesn't care about things, this manager has an unexpected mind.
"Listen to you."
An Changqing was satisfied, and remembered that this person went to the camp outside the city this morning, and finally became puzzled: "Why is the lord here?"
"Drinking with colleagues." Xiao Zhige said.
He finally heard the prince mentioning him. He Laosan and his group, who had been watching silently outside for a long time, immediately stuck their heads out: "The prince and I are waiting for a drink at the restaurant over there."
He Laosan's black charcoal face smiled like a morning glory: "If the princess is free, you can come with us. The third child invites you to drink."
When the others heard what he said, their hearts were over, and they all went to see Xiao Zhige.
Sure enough, seeing Xiao Zhige's soothing expression, he said coldly, "Princess doesn't drink alcohol."
He Laosan didn't know anything about danger, and his mouth was still babbling: "If you don't drink, it's better to have a meal. We have never told the princess... uh-"
His mouth was caught off guard by his colleagues, and the others supported Mr. He with a smile and said, "The restaurant hasn't settled the bill yet. I'll go back to check out first? The prince and the princess chat slowly."
After he finished speaking, he carried Mr. He and ran away like a gust of wind.
…
Back at the restaurant, Mr. He was dissatisfied, staring at his colleagues who covered his mouth with a pair of bull-eyed eyes: "What are you doing? I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Colleagues rolled their eyes, thinking that it's okay to let you finish talking, this year, don't think about living in peace, annoy the prince, and don't find names to toss them to death.
"However, the princess looks so good-looking. No wonder the prince would rather not have a woman, but also marry the princess home, and hide it from us..." He Laosan smacked his lips and said with envy: "If there is such a person A good-looking beauty throws her arms in her arms, and I can do it as a man."
The colleague said coolly: "You can say a few words less, your mouth has caused less trouble? Did you forget the appearance of the princess who threw a vase and smashed people?"
My dear, that vase is as tall as a four- or five-year-old child. When people drop it, they won't blink, and with the temper of their prince, who would dare to go up and scratch the tiger's whiskers when they get angry? That's why the weak princess dared to step forward.
What is even more unbelievable is that the prince is really not angry.
The generals tsk tsk, thinking that this fierce tiger also has a time to recognize its master.
He Laosan listened to what you said and what I said, and finally came back a little bit. He touched the chilly back of his neck, and said to himself, "Mother".
What is he doing
***
Zhou Helan went to find the driver, and An Changqing got into the carriage. Xiao Zhige hesitated a little, did not ride a horse, and followed him into the car.
The people watching in the distance let out a "hoo" and whispered to each other.
"It's really scary for the prince to be fierce. Was that the young master of the Zhan family just now? It's also unlucky..."
"I can't say the same. Didn't the young master of the Zhan family bring it on himself? Even if the prince killed him on the spot, he would have to get it... "
When someone said this, others immediately followed suit. This is really what Master Zhan brought up on his own! Whose daughter-in-law was molested on the street. Can you not be angry if she was bullied by someone? The princess is too kind to have a life left!
They were accustomed to the saying that the Northern War King kills without blinking an eye, but now they suddenly changed their positions, and they had to be reminded before they could react.
"That's right, this young master Zhan has done a lot of wicked things, and he deserves what happened today. Even if the king kills him, it will be for the people!"
"Speaking of which, the princess is still very powerful. Looking at the gentleman, she has the strength to fight!"
"Have you seen what the princess looks like?"
"No, it's so far away, how can I see it clearly, but it's also very good-looking when looking at the figure, isn't it all written in the book..."
…
The people were discussing happily, and the protagonist who was being discussed was buying roast duck at Jufuzhai at the moment. Although I said that there was some unpleasant accident in the middle, I still had to buy the roast duck.
The carriage stopped in front of Jufuzhai, and Xiao Zhige got down and asked the man to pack a roast duck. The man swiftly wrapped the roast duck slices in greased paper, stretched his neck and looked at the carriage, and said nimbly at the same time: "It's a blessing for this roast duck to be eaten by the princess, our shopkeeper said, if the princess likes to eat it. , just send someone to say it. We will bake it fresh and warm and send it to the house."
This guy warmly and boldly called Bei Zhan King, who was used to indifferent money transactions.
The guy held the silver and looked around eagerly: The princess will come again next time.
Jufuzhai's business depends on you.
…
"Why do you want to buy roast duck all of a sudden?" An Changqing sniffed and asked while looking at the oil paper bag in his hand.
"Delicious." Xiao Zhige handed him the oiled paper bag: "Go back and eat."
An Changqing took it over with question marks all over his head. Although he didn't know why Xiao Zhige suddenly wanted to eat roast duck, the smell of roast duck was indeed very attractive, so he happily accepted: "Go back and eat together."
Seeing that he liked it, Xiao Zhige's face was also much gentler, and said, "I like it and I will buy it for you next time."
An Changqing, who was holding the roast duck, turned to look at him, just in line with his eyes, and suddenly Fuzhi understood what he meant: "Is this specially bought for me?"
Xiao Zhige gave a blunt "um".
An Changqing approached him and looked at him: "Like plum blossom cake?"
The man he was staring at gave another "um".
An Changqing's smile got bigger and bigger, and she whispered: It doesn't seem like it's all wood.
***
On the way back, An Changqing was in a good mood and began to figure out how to deal with the thief.
Today's announcement was really unexpected. An Changqing wanted to wait for the next year to take care of these chores, but now that the matter is out, other shops will definitely hear the wind, so it is better to just take care of it together.
After thinking about it in his heart, he also said to Xiao Zhige: "Take advantage of the small years ago, call Zhuangzi and the stewards of the shop, and beat them first. After the new year, I will settle accounts slowly."
Xiao Zhige said, "It's up to you."
In fact, many others have been in Yanzhou these years. After returning to Yejing, he was impatient to deal with these chores, and rarely intervened in the affairs of the mansion.
An Changqing looked at his expression, and continued: "The shop is all in charge of the housekeeper Wang. It is impossible for him not to know about the situation of Tianyifang."
Xiao Zhige nodded, of course he thought of this. Wang Fugui was an old man who followed him, but not his confidant. His roots are in Yanzhou, in the army. The palace in Yejing was just a place to stay for him. Wang Fugui has followed him for a long time and is quite good at business. Xiao Zhige then handed over the palace to him. It's not that he didn't know that Wang Fugui would make some oil and water from it. However, he has led many troops, and he knows that it is like the soldiers scavenging for the spoils of war after a victory.
Therefore, he has always turned a blind eye to what Wang Fugui did.
But obviously Wang Fugui has now made his princess very dissatisfied, and Xiao Zhige had to cooperate with the question: "What do you want to do with him?"
"I'm short of people right now, so I'd better beat it and use it for now." Ever since Xiao Zhige read him a military book, An Changqing occasionally went to Xiao Zhige's study room to look for some war books, and now he is also He is well versed in the principle of attacking hearts and minds: "Leave him first, the more guilty he is and the more fearful he will be, the more dedicated he will be in doing things."
Although Wang Fugui was a little cautious, he was not very timid. Based on An Changqing's observations over the past few days, he will get some benefits at the right time, but he may not have the courage to deceive Xiao Zhige.
Xiao Zhige gave him a surprised look. He thought that An Changqing would take this opportunity to withdraw Wang Fugui. After all, from the beginning of his marriage to the palace, getting along with Wang Fugui could not be considered harmonious. But he never expected that he would say such a thing.
His eyes flickered slightly, and Xiao Zhige agreed: "Well, it makes sense."
An Changqing: "..."
…
The carriage arrived at the palace, and Wang Fugui led the people to welcome him. His expression was indeed quite trembling—before An Changqing returned to the mansion, An Fu had already brought Tian Yifang's steward back to the mansion, and had Zhao Shi escort him to the execution room on the spot.
Although when An Changqing asked for the steward, he knew that sooner or later the shops would go wrong, and he specially reminded the stewards to be more restrained. However, he never expected that this person would be taken to the Fuzhong for custody before the end of the year.
He secretly pinched a cold sweat and bent his waist lower: "Will the prince and princess have dinner?"
An Changqing shook the oiled paper bag and said, "Prepare a few greasy side dishes and eat roast duck today."
…
After the meal, An Changqing called Wang Fugui over and ordered him to summon Zhuangzi and the stewards of the shop. During this period of time, he faced Xiao Zhige day and night, and he learned not to be angry and arrogant. A delicate and excessive face was slapped up, vaguely showing a bit of Xiao Zhige's aura.
"Tian Yifang happened to bump into me. Other shops may not be without problems." He tapped on the table with his fingers casually: "Since the lord has entrusted me to take care of all the estates in the mansion, I have to call If you manage it well, you can live up to the prince's entrustment. Butler Wang, you say... Is this the truth?"
Butler Wang hunched his waist, and his face was faintly bitter. These words are clearly the princess talking about herself, but those who are not stupid know that this is taking the opportunity to beat herself. After Tian. Yifang's steward and clerk were taken into custody, he didn't know what they asked. But he knew that the princess would never expose this article easily.
Sure enough, other affairs are about to happen now, and this time, I am afraid that a thorough investigation will be required.
And although he didn't directly participate in it, he didn't lose any benefit by opening his eyes and closing his eyes. Although the princess didn't make a move for the time being, it was even more worrying and tormenting.
Wang Fugui said bitterly: "What the princess said is very true."
An Changqing stopped, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and arrange it."
***
In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and Wang Fugui set the day for summoning the steward on the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month. In the middle, Tiehu reported back and forth again, saying that he had found news about the nunnery.
Nuns outside the city are not well-known, and few people even know about them if they leave the city.
Tie Hu's investigation, but found that there are many things in this little nunnery. From dignitaries to ordinary people in Daye, they all believed in Taoism. This Buddhism naturally has few incense. And the remote nunnery is even more neglected. Under the fading incense, I don't know when this nunnery has changed its flavor. It is no longer a place for purification, but has become a hidden prostitution nunnery hidden in a remote place.
Due to the remoteness of the nunnery and the harsh conditions, most of the women who made mistakes were forced to be sent to the nunnery for purification. There are also some dead men and women who are helpless and thrown into the nunnery, looking for a place to stay.
The practice in the nunnery was hard, and these women were not considered safe at first, but gradually some nuns hooked up with men outside in exchange for "incense money". And the woman the little beggar said was named Jiaoying, who was the one with the most incense and money in the nunnery.
Because of the rush of time, Tie Hu didn't have time to verify who the noble person was, but combined with Xiao Qi'er's words, the possibility that this noble person was Wu Junshu was not small. Moreover, this investigation also gave him two unexpected discoveries.
"That Jiaoying quietly sent the little girl beside her to buy abortion pills. Her subordinates saw her belly swell, and she looked like she was pregnant."
An Changqing raised her eyebrows. When she entered the outer room in her previous life, she had never heard of a child. If the child belonged to Wu Junshu, she could completely rely on her mother and let Wu Junshu admit her to the door. Even if the Marquis of Zhongyong was concerned about fame and marriage, and refused to let the concubine give birth to the eldest son, and let her have an abortion, it would definitely make compensation.
Why is this outer room so sneaky to let people buy abortion pills
An Changqing's intuition was different, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only ask: "What else did you find?"
"The subordinate also found that crazy woman."
The mad woman was accidentally discovered when she was stalking the nunnery. She was active in the village near the nunnery. Tie Hu also accidentally heard the villagers discussing her, and went to inquire about it, only to find out by accident.
"This crazy woman was not crazy before. Her husband's family name was Qian, and her husband was late, so she had an only son named Qian Yuan. This Qian Yuan was short and ugly, but he was good at handling horses. After a few years, Qian Yuan saved money to marry a girl from the next village, Jiaoying.
Contrary to Qian Yuan, Jiaoying is a beautiful girl. After marrying Qian Yuan, she served her mother-in-law at home all day. Occasionally go to Zhongyonghou's mansion to give Qian Yuan some food. After such a happy birthday, Qian Yuan suddenly came home angrily and beat Jiao Ying. People in the village guessed that Jiao Ying was outside with a man. But before they finished watching the lively event, when Qian Yuan returned home one day, he fell into a pond beside the road and drowned.
After Qian Yuan died, Qian's mother went crazy. She beat and scolded Jiaoying all day long, saying that she was a vixen and killed Qian Yuan by hooking up with a man outside. But Jiaoying is not a soft-hearted person, and the two often scold and fight. After a while, I heard that Jiaoying had run away. And Qian's mother's madness was even worse. She was crazy all day long, and she scolded Jiaoying that it was a fox spirit that killed her son. "
"It's the Mansion of the Marquis of Zhongyong again..." An Changqing pondered: "So, this person is probably Wu Junshu. Could it be that he got angry, killed Qian Yuan, and hid Jiaoying in a nunnery?"
Tie Hu hesitantly said: "It should be like this, but my subordinates asked a few villagers, and some people said that they saw Jiaoying get on the carriage and hug a man. The man was about 30 or 40 years old, and his age was somewhat different from Wu Junshu's. not on…”
"… "
The news was really shocking, An Changqing was silent, and said, "Maybe this Jiaoying is more than a 'pilgrim'? Then, is it possible that her child is not Wu Junshu's? That's why she secretly bought abortion pills?"
Tie Hu also guessed so, pity him, a rough man who went into battle to kill the enemy. When he first heard about this kind of fragrance, Yan Yin and selfishness, the whole person was stunned.
After thinking for a moment, An Changqing said, "Continue to stare at the nunnery... Also, is there a way for someone to change Jiaoying's abortion pill?"
Tie Hu hesitated for a moment: "You can give it a try."
"Then give it a try." An Changqing said, "Change her to a birth control pill. Besides... Let's reveal the news to Wu Junshu."
Tie Hu glanced at him in surprise, thinking that it was the princess who was ruthless. If the child in Jiaoying's belly was not from Wu Junshu, it would be a big drama.
After Tie Hu took orders and left, An Changqing called Zhou Helan again, and the two went to the torture room to interrogate the steward and the assistant.
After taking the people back to the palace two days ago, An Changqing didn't use torture, just separated them. No matter how the two begged for mercy and admitted their mistakes, they never saw them. It is now the third day.
It's time for a trial.
Zhao Shi led them to the torture chamber. The palace was built with torture chambers. Although the Northern War Palace is rumored to be like Shura Hell, in fact, this torture chamber has only been used a few times since it was built. But the things inside are quite complete. All kinds of torture instruments hang on the wall, all prepared according to the specifications of the military to interrogate spies.
The steward and the buddy have been facing the wall full of torture tools for the past few days, frightening themselves to the point where their faces are yellow and skinny, and their mouths are burning.
Zhao Shi moved the chair for An Changqing to sit down, and then brought out the man first.
The guy was probably frightened. As soon as he saw An Changqing, he knelt down firmly, kowtowed a few times, and begged for mercy.
Zhou Helan was in charge of the interrogation, but with a few questions, he got a clear picture of the situation in Tianyifang.
It turned out that the steward of Tianyifang had already hooked up with the Zhan family clothing store. The original Tianyifang had an excellent reputation in Yejing and was very popular. In order to grab the business, the Zhan family first poached the tailor in the shop with a lot of money, and then paid the manager and told him to inflate the price. As a result, many guests went to the cheaper Zhan's shop.
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The steward was timid at first, but after the Zhan family gave him more money, he became more courageous. Not only was the price inflated to drive customers away, but it was also colluding with the Zhan family to sell the fabrics and garments of Tianyifang to the Zhan family at a price slightly higher than the cost, and the Zhan family sold them at a higher price. Earn the difference in the middle. When the housekeeper reported it, he only said that the management was poor, and the ready-to-wear fabrics could not be sold, so the price had to be lowered.
An Changqing was about to laugh angrily, and asked with a condensed expression, "Since when did it start?"
The guy said tremblingly that it has been two or three years.
An Changqing's face changed several times, and finally returned to calm. After examining the man, Zhou Helan asked him to sign and sign. Then he brought the steward up again.
When the steward saw the thin piece of paper on which the fingerprints were pressed, his expression changed. The rhetoric that I thought up before was also useless, and I could only confess honestly. Including the transaction accounts between him and the Zhan family, all spit out.
After the trial, An Changqing asked him about other stores. There are also exchanges between these shop managers, and they will also communicate with each other. With a pale face, the steward wrote everything he knew on the paper.
In the winter, when he put down the pen, his eyebrows were condensed with sweat. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard An Changqing say: "After the trial is over, you will be sent to the official."
The steward's face turned pale in an instant, knowing that he was completely finished.
…
An Changqing flipped through the accounts that the steward had personally explained, and all the sums on it were all the money that Tianyifang had lost. And all the money flowed into the Zhan family's pocket.
He sneered at the thought of the white dough that had escaped the scoop. Holding the account book, he patted it on the table, and said to Zhou Helan, "Bring Tiehu, let's go to Zhan's house to ask for money."
Such a large sum of money, can't just let it go.
Seeing the sullen look on his face, Zhou Helan pondered for a while, and then came up with an idea: "It's better to let the lord go together, it's quick and easy, maybe you can get more money back, it's just a profit."
An Changqing hit it off with him, gave him an admiring look, and immediately took the account book to find Xiao Zhige.
The training in the camp outside the city has stopped, and Xiao Zhige has no entertainment for the past few days, and is all in the house. Seeing him come over with a stack of papers, he understood: "Is it all judged?"
"Well. The person has already been sent to the government. But the amount of money involved here is not small. I am going to go to Zhan's house to get it back." An Changqing looked at him with bright eyes: "Will your lord come with me?"
Seeing his expectant gaze, Xiao Zhige agreed without hesitation. An Changqing walked out happily: "I'll ask someone to prepare the car."
So this afternoon, the people of Yejing saw that the gate of the Bei Zhan Palace was open, and a gorgeous carriage slowly drove out. The big "Xiao" character on the car body makes it difficult for people to ignore it.
The carriage went all the way to Zhan's clothing store before stopping. The shopkeeper didn't know why, so he came out to greet him nervously.
An Changqing and Xiao Zhige got out of the car, followed by two teams of majestic guards. Was invited in by the trembling shopkeeper.
After being seated, An Changqing took a light sip of tea, and said with a puzzled gaze, "My lord and I are here to collect the previous debts."
"Arrears?" The shopkeeper was confused, and cautiously confirmed: "This... Zhan's shop shouldn't owe the Wangfu an account, right?"
He motioned An Fu to show the storekeeper the confession and account book of Tian Yifang's steward, and the old god An Changqing was continuing to drink tea.
The steward took the confession and the account book in doubt and turned a few pages, and his face changed instantly. Looking at the two giant Buddhas that were still standing still, and then looking at the things in his hands, the shopkeeper said with a pale face, "Sit down for a while, the prince and the princess, the villain will go to invite the boss."
The prestige of the Northern War King is indeed useful. The owner of Zhan's shop not only came, but also came with a few boxes of silver.
The master of the Zhan family is like a dough with over-haired, fatter than the young master of the Zhan family. Holding his stomach, he cautiously stepped forward and saluted, accompanied by a smile: "All the money has been sent, please take a look at the prince and princess."
The next man opened the box, and it contained all the silver of white flowers. An Fu counted the points, which was more than double the amount on the account, with a full 40,000 taels of silver.
Looking at the silver of the white flowers, An Changqing felt very comfortable. With a friendly smile, he said, "Yes, that's the number."
Seeing that he didn't change his face, Master Zhan accepted it all, bleeding to the point of distress. However, they were the first to suffer, and there was a killing god like the King of the Northern War in charge, so he didn't even dare to say a word. Can only laugh a few times: "That's right, that's right."
It's just a face of steamed bread with white noodles that has been over-haired, more wrinkled than the folds of a bun.
An Changqing was in a happy mood and got back double the money, but he didn't kill them all. Let the guards outside carry the silver into the carriage, come in a mighty manner, and leave in a mighty manner.
The master of the Zhan family let out a breath like the rest of his life. As a result, I was just happy for a day, and the next day I heard that the princess was cooking porridge in front of Tianyifang.
Princess Bei Zhan was wearing a cotton robe sewed by Tianyifang, and stood at the door so reserved and noble. Even if she was wearing cotton cloth, she looked more noble than the brocade robes with complex colors on others.
The people of Yejing were very excited when they saw Wang Fei's face for the first time. Even if it's not for the porridge, it's worth it to buy a cotton robe of the same style as the princess to get a fairy!
All the people who like to watch the lively crowd rushed to the Tianyifang.
Looking at the crowd in Tianyifang from a distance, Mr. Zhan almost had a heart attack.
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The Northern War Palace has been in a state of panic these few days. The servants all tightened their skins, and no one dared to approach the prince's study.
Without him, the prince would spend half a day practicing guns here every day, but in the past few days, for some unknown reason, the prince's expression when he practiced guns seemed to be killing people.
An Changqing got up early again that day, changed into new clothes from Tianyifang and was ready to go out. After recovering the silver from the Zhan family, An Changqing was not satisfied with this. The silver was dead, but the shop was alive. A prosperous Tianyifang can earn more than 40,000 taels of silver.
He discussed with Zhou Helan and came up with a way to save Tianyifang's decline - let An Changqing go to Tianyifang to cook porridge in person.
The reputation of Tianyifang in the past two years is not very good, and it is not an overnight thing to change. But Zhou Helan remembered the popular stories of princes and princesses circulating in the market, so he took a stab at it and asked An Changqing to put on clothes sewn by Tianyifang and cook porridge at the door.
On the one hand, it can gain a good reputation, and on the other hand, it can attract people to Tianyifang. Such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, An Changqing will naturally not refuse.
On the contrary, the result of the porridge was better than what they had expected. Not only was the business of Tianyifang booming again, but also the reputation of the Northern War Palace was much better.
The only bad thing is that there are more and more small stories in the market, and Mr. Storyteller's business is getting better and better.
As the princess became more and more busy, she went out early and returned late. The complexion of the Northern War King was also getting worse day by day.
When Zhou Helan came to the main courtyard to look for An Changqing early this morning, he saw a black gold spear suddenly inserted in front of him. He was startled, took two steps back, and when he saw someone coming, he hurriedly bowed his hands: "Your Highness."
Xiao Zhige stared at him for a moment without saying a word, then drew his gun, turned around and left.
Zhou Helan's hair stood up when he saw him, but for a while he couldn't understand why he had offended the prince.
Why is it so fierce all of a sudden
The author has something to say: #Why is the lord unhappy#
Zhou Helan: Did I offend the prince
Now: No
Cowardly: ... (Hmm.
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Xiuxiu suddenly appeared holding a big fat stamp!
On the first day, I had the cheek to ask for a little nutrient solution. Embroidery participated in the essay competition. Only by pouring a lot of nutrient solution can we climb high q3q~
Finally, thanks to the bosses who supported the genuine version, I sent 168 red envelopes today, I love you, mua~