Chapter 1611 The Shrew's Reputation

Chapter 32 The Shrew's Reputation

After all, without waiting for others to retreat, he left first, without saying anything to Mo Shanghua, with a perfunctory and indifferent appearance.

Mo Shanghua looked at the back of Yan Beicheng leaving in a hurry, then glanced at Zhang Wan calmly, and frowned slightly.

Zhang Wang's heart is clearly not in Prince Yu's mansion, how could Yan Beicheng trust him so easily and hand over the decision-making power to Zhang Wang so easily, is he really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

Chenghuan Pavilion!

Hua Qianliu opened the window and shouted out, "Come here, bring a jug of wine, it must be hot."

A maid answered from outside the door, and he was about to close the window when he suddenly heard a few men gossip like women as they walked.

"Have you heard? Our prince's new concubine is still a shrew."

"No, I have been tossing and tossing since I was sick. I heard that many maids and servants were beaten to death, and there was even Xiaochao, who was raped by a concubine."

"Tsk tsk, such a fierce person, the prince may suffer in the future."

A few people said something to you, and I said something. It was very lively. Hua Qianliu wanted to listen, but the group of people had already walked away, so he closed the window and went back bored.

"I heard that the princess has caused some troubles again, and now she has the reputation of being a shrew." Hua Qianliu tapped her palm with a folding fan while walking towards Yan Beicheng, "You are really interesting, princess. Extremely."

The doors and windows came just now, and martial arts practitioners have always had sharp eyes and ears, so Yan Beicheng naturally listened to those words, but there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, he just nodded lightly, and then said nothing.

However, there was a faint glint of darkness in the bottom of those slightly drooping eyes.

The news in the inner courtyard of the deep mansion spread so quickly. It seems that there are indeed quite a few "careful people" in this mansion.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Hua Qianliu wasn't annoyed at all, she just moved closer and said with a smile:

"I'm getting more and more interested in you as a princess now. How about you make an arrangement, find a time, and let me meet your interesting princess."

On Yan Beicheng's originally indifferent face, the sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "No."

After a pause, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, and added: "She is still sick and shameful."

"Then I'm going to take a look." Hua Qianliu's smile didn't diminish at all, "I'm sick like a mountain, what if I don't see you again in a day?"

"Talking too much." Yan Beicheng frowned and cursed softly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, he raised his hand and poured a cup of tea into his mouth, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Hua Qianliu curled her lips and sat down.

Just at this time, the wine was brought over, he rolled his eyes, and while pouring the wine for him himself, he said: "How about this, since there are many idle people here anyway, I will send two of them in, so I can take good care of you, the princess?"

Of course, it's best to pay more attention by the way, so that you can tell him about the funny things that Moshanghua made again later.

Yan Beicheng subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, the people here at Hua Qianliu were indeed capable, so sending it was not a bad decision.

Even though he thought so in his heart, he looked at Hua Qianliu with a half-smile on his face, "You have a lot of idlers here, do you think my Prince Yu's mansion is for raising idlers?"

Hua Qianliu gritted her teeth, scribbling with ink for a long while, and then reluctantly said: "Those two martial arts masters will be fine, as long as you send them to her, you can do odd jobs."

Most importantly, as long as they are where they are, they can notice her.

The corners of Yan Beicheng's thin lips curled up slightly, but the expression in his eyes seemed long and deep.

...

Because the dead ghost had already been found that day, Zhang Wu also casually did some superficial work and produced some so-called evidence, so he convicted the dead ghost and took the confession signed by Wang Cai. I went to find Moshanghua and Yan Beicheng.

"My lord and concubine, this servant has already investigated this matter clearly. It is true that this prince owed too much gambling debt outside. He was pressed for debts, so he had a crooked mind and secretly replaced the good medicinal materials with Counterfeit medicines for profit."

As he spoke, he presented a small packet of medicinal materials, "This is a surplus fake medicine found in his room."

Such conclusive evidence is naturally undeniable.

Yan Beicheng immediately nodded lazily, and said, "The housekeeper did a good job in finding out the matter so quickly. However, this matter has endangered the princess, so it should be decided by the princess."

Mo Shanghua's gaze fell on Yan Beicheng's face involuntarily, and a slightly smoky look flashed across his ink pupils, "According to the housekeeper?"

Zhang Wan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head wisely, "I dare not speak nonsense."

It's a bit clever.

Mo Shanghua sighed slightly in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on her face. After pondering for a while, she said, "Why don't you just maintain yesterday's method of judgment, what does your lord think?"

"Of course it's excellent." Yan Beicheng nodded casually, "Housekeeper, you can do it, but remember to stay far away, don't spoil people's ears and eyes."

"Yes." Zhang Wang replied, and when he turned around, his eyes were very hot, and the prideful colors appeared one by one.

Mo Shanghua looked at Yan Beicheng who was still standing aside, covered her lips and coughed lightly for a while, Fang said: "I'm too sick, please come back quickly, my lord, don't let you get too sick."

A dark color flickered across Yan Beicheng's eyes, and he glanced back at Mo Shanghua.

After a long time, I stood up, "Since you say so, I won't stay any longer, come here, and go to live in Qing."

Qingju, with such an elegant name, is naturally the place where Nanhe lives.

Until Yan Beicheng left, Mo Shanghua's eyebrows and eyes did not change the slightest, but the disguised sickness finally subsided.

She looked at Qin Lin indifferently, and said softly, "How is Xue Ji's background?"

Qin Lin thought for a while, tried to use sign language, and at the same time used Moshang Huajiao and his lip language, and said: "It has been found out."

"Xue Ji entered the mansion a year ago. She can't be said to have been favored, and she can't be said to have fallen out of favor. The prince will come to see her when he has time. She is from Nanjun, Yuzhou, and her father is the governor of Nanjun. This Jiangjun is Liu. The students of the prime minister's students. The rest are nothing special."

"As for the others, the slave also found out that this Xue Ji's mother, Mrs. He, did visit her a few days ago, but she didn't bring anything."

After a pause, he took out a piece of densely written paper from his sleeve pocket, "This is more detailed information."

Mo Shanghua took the materials Qin Lin handed over, picked some that were useful to her, read them carefully, and let Qin Lin go down first.

She was alone in the room and couldn't help thinking carefully.