In the evening, Wen Qingzhu finally finished talking to Beidou.

After coming out, I saw Zhongbo appear at the gate of the courtyard.

After he saw that Wen Qingzhu was fine, he cried and laughed for a while.

"It's really troublesome, Uncle Zhong, and now I want you to rush here."

"Miss is polite, it's my blessing to be able to help Miss."

Wen Qingzhu took him to the house, looked at the contemplative Beidou and said: "Uncle Zhong, this is the person I want you to help take care of, he has lived in the forest for more than ten years, and a lot of common sense is not very clear, but he is slowly learning, but he can't change it after getting used to it and cognizing it." ”

Hearing her voice, Beidou stood up.

Wen Qingzhu found a hand to ask him to come over and introduce him: "This is Uncle Zhong, Xi'er will follow me in the future, just ask Uncle Zhongbo if you don't understand anything." ”

After explaining the matter here, Wen Qingzhu went back to his residence.

found that only Xi'er was sitting in the house in a daze, but Lu Tao was no longer here.

"Miss!" Xi'er immediately stood up.

Wen Qingzhu stepped into the room and walked over to let Xi'er sit down: "Where is the green pottery?" Why are you the only one here? ”

"The young master came over just now, saying that he had something to discuss with her, so Sister Green Tao left first."

"Really?" Wen Qingzhu thought for a while, today's court is only afraid of causing an uproar.

After waiting for a while, Green Tao rushed back.

I almost fell down when I entered the door, but fortunately, Xi'er was good, even if she held her.

"Miss, Master Su has sent a message! The emperor put Lord Yang Song in prison! ”

"What's the reason?" Wen Qingzhu's heart sank, it seemed that the situation in the capital was even worse than she expected.

Green Tao shook his head: "No!" It's Master Su's handwriting, it looks a little sloppy, King Rui already knows it, do we have to think of anything here? ”

"Don't worry, wait!" Wen Qingzhu guessed in his heart, but he was afraid that what Jiang Yue didn't expect was that the Yang family was still alive.

At night, Tian Chong also rushed over.

took an account book and presented it to Wen Qingzhu: "Miss, this is the income and expenditure of the industry in the past two years. ”

Wen Qingzhu took it and looked through it carefully.

She was somewhat surprised to find that the profit in gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and painting was much more than in previous years.

"Why did the business of this Wanbao Pavilion suddenly get better?"

Tian Chong replied: "Since King Rui left Beijing and King Ning acted as the ruler of the dynasty, the extravagance of the capital has gradually risen, and the merchants are the most smelly, and the treasures from all over the country have naturally been sent to the capital. ”

"King Ning doesn't look like a luxury person, huh?" Wen Qingzhu was a little puzzled.

Tian Chong hesitated, but decided to say it: "Miss, mainly Concubine Li Guifei and Princess Yijia, after King Ning's power rose, their food and clothing were completely different from before. ”

"Concubine Li? Jiang Yijia? "Wen Qingzhu is very strange, especially Jiang Yijia, has she put most of her energy on these things?

"Yes, and it has been rumored in the capital that the marriage between Princess Yijia and Master Fu Yu is basically decided, and Concubine Li Guifei collected these things in order to marry Princess Yijia."

Wen Qingzhu thought about it seriously and denied Tian Chong's statement: "Something is wrong. ”

There must be other reasons for this.

However, Tian Chong couldn't get in touch with the people and things at the upper level, so it was natural that he didn't know.

"I called you here, I need your help with something very important."

Tian Chong took a deep breath and bowed his head: "Miss, please speak." ”

Lu Tao took a booklet and handed it over: "From today on, you will stay in Cannes and try to transfer all the grain to Los Angeles." ”

"Yes." Tian Chong led the order to retreat.

There are still a few days to go before the New Year, and when it comes to the first month, the weather will only get colder and colder.

At that time, the victims will find a way to come to the capital anyway.

Jiangnan has always been rich, and Lingcheng has changed a group of poor scholars to the past, as long as there is no problem with the Qin who escorts the disaster relief silver, there will be basically no big problem.

But on the side of the capital, the canal has been built.

What should we do if the victims came in large numbers, unable to convert labor, and did not have enough silver?

Late at night, the candlesticks are about to burn out.

The scorched wick crackled, startling Wen Qingzhu to sit up straight.

There was a figure at the door, looking a little lonely.

Wen Qingzhu looked over there and asked, "Who's outside?" ”

The figure outside moved, but no one answered.

Green Tao walked over there and said, "I'll take a look." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure at the door spoke: "Sister, it's me." ”

Wen Qingzhu was speechless for a while, but thinking that it was still snowing outside, he could only get up and go over.

When I opened the door, Jiang Yuanhan was wearing a fox fur, standing under the porch, with a layer of snowflakes falling on his shoulders and on the top of his head.

His lips were cold and blue, and his eyes were black and shining in the light of the light.

But to Wen Qingzhu's surprise, behind him, there was still a trembling move.

She was dressed in the clothes of a palace maid, and she didn't dare to complain at all with her head down.

Wen Qingzhu turned sideways and stepped aside: "You all come in." ”

Turning back to the green pottery, he said, "Pour two cups of hot tea." ”

After coming in and sitting down, Zhao'er refused to sit down, let alone take hot tea.

Wen Qingzhu could only look at Jiang Yuanhan.

He glanced sideways at Zhao'er, and she immediately took the teacup of green pottery and took two steps back.

Seeing that Zhao'er was drinking, Wen Qingzhu retracted his gaze and asked Jiang Yuanhan, "Why are you here now?" ”187

"During the day, my sister was busy, and I was only free now, so I came and waited." Jiang Yuanhan's tone was full of flattery and pity.

Wen Qingzhu felt that his head hurt even more.

She lowered her eyebrows and was silent for a long time, then raised her eyes and said to him seriously: "Your Highness, do you know that you are the Rui King of Daqi?" ”

"I know, but my sister's Yuanhan." Jiang Yuanhan's tone became more and more aggrieved, and even silver light flashed in his eyes.

Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes and gathered all his emotions.

Maybe there's something to talk about.

"Did you say those things to Grandma Zhao'er?"

Jiang Yuanhan avoided Wen Qingzhu's eyes, and the hand on his knee moved uneasily.

Wen Qingzhu said to him calmly: "But this is only a part, my affairs are more complicated than you think, as for Zhao'er?" ”

She looked sideways, and Zhao'er's hand weakened in fright, and the teacup fell to the ground.

Fortunately, a layer of woolen blanket was spread on the ground, and the tea in the cup was drunk, but it just rolled down to the feet of Jiang Yuanhan's stool.

Zhao'er's face turned pale with fright, knelt down and took the cup, and quickly retreated to the back.

He kept lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head at all.

Everything before and after, Wen Qingzhu was in his eyes, and when he didn't follow Jiang Yuanhan, Zhao'er was not like this at all.

She retracted her gaze and said solemnly to Jiang Yuanhan, "Do you know? If one day you and Fu Lie really stand on the opposite side, I may die. ”

"Sister!" Jiang Yuanhan panicked, Zhao'er had never said anything about it.

Wen Qingzhu smiled and shook his head: "But don't worry, it's just an if, now I will try my best to keep myself alive and let you all live." ”

But Jiang Yuanhan still fell into an inexplicable panic: "That's not the case, Zhao'er never said that something would happen to my sister, even if I died, my sister wouldn't-"

"Yuanhan!" Wen Qingzhu interrupted him, "You look into my eyes, do you really think that what is predicted will definitely happen?" ”

Jiang Yuanhan was slightly stunned, thinking of some things before, he thought that Zhao'er's words were not absolute.

"There is one more thing, you may also know, I have a little problem with Fu Lie."

"What's the problem?" Jiang Yuanhan knew that they had a problem, but he never thought that his sister would tell him.

Wen Qingzhu's mind once again resurfaced the picture in front of the Moon Tower.

Her expression turned uncontrollably sad.

But soon, she suppressed these emotions again.

Quietly said to Jiang Yuanhan: "Fu Lie, whom I love, has died in front of me, in my previous life. ”

"Past life......" Jiang Yuanhan muttered, obviously unable to understand her words.

Wen Qingzhu didn't like to explain much, but said: "Maybe it was just a dream, but that dream was so real that I had to believe that Fu Lie died to save me, and I could only watch him die, and the person who killed him was Jiang Yuancheng." ”

"How could it be him? What the hell is my sister talking about? How could he have killed Fu Lie? Doesn't my father care? What about the mother! What about Sister Deca? ”

"They all died, and you died in the cold palace earlier, and in my previous life, I didn't even meet once."

Buzzed, Jiang Yuanhan was directly stunned.

Wen Qingzhu only wanted to tell Jiang Yuanhan one thing: "The person I want to kill the most is Jiang Yuancheng, and he will also be your last enemy." ”

"The last enemy?" Jiang Yuanhan muttered to himself, but the thing in his mind was, why did he not exist at all in his sister's previous life?

Wen Qingzhu stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, looked at the getting heavier and heavier snow outside, and said: "The snow will not stop, it will cause a greater snow disaster, on the day of the Lantern Festival, 100,000 disaster victims will rush to the capital, what should you do when the time comes?" ”

"100,000 victims? How can there be 100,000 victims? The news sent from all over the country is not so serious at all! Jiang Yuanhan suddenly felt a pressure.

There are 100,000 victims who can rush to the capital, and how many of them died on the road and in their hometowns?

The cold wind blew in and poured directly into Jiang Yuanhan's collar.

When he raised his head and looked at Wen Qingzhu, his expression lost his usual innocence and calmness.

Wen Qingzhu turned his head, looked at him and said, "At this time in the previous life, King Ning and Jiang Yuancheng had always chosen to suppress it with the army, and all the victims who tried to enter the city died, and Kangcheng became a mass grave where the souls of 100,000 people were buried. ”

"How can they do this!" Jiang Yuanhan couldn't stand steadily, and supported the table with his hands, which allowed himself to stand firmly.

Wen Qingzhu looked at him: "You have to be mentally prepared for this next matter, now there is only half a month." ”

"Sister...... Will there really be 100,000 victims? Jiang Yuanhan finally regained some sanity, how could there be so many victims?

"Of course, there are some news, you have to send your own cronies to see it, this time you don't have a chance, but there is someone who can help you."

"Who?"

"Jing Yinuo."

Jiang Yuanhan pondered slightly, and instantly understood.

Jing Yinuo is a businessman, and he has a relationship with the Shen family.

According to his investigation, the Shen family's business is all over the world, and they can get more real news.

Local officials will only do their best to hide it for the sake of their black gauze hats.

In the event of a disaster, businessmen are more sensitive than officials and will be prepared earlier.

"Now you have to contact Jing Yinuo, King Ning has deployed a lot of people all over the country, and the news I want to get from him is much more real than yours."

That night, Wen Qingzhu didn't sleep well.

kept recalling in his mind, Jiang Yuanhan's eyes were so heavy when he left.

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Yuanhan is only in his teens.

Wouldn't it really crush him if he went through this way?

It was almost dawn before Wen Qingzhu fell asleep.

But after a while, there was a knock on the door.

It was Xi'er's voice: "Miss, Mr. Jing sent you a letter." ”

As soon as Wen Qingzhu's eyes opened, Jing Yinuo's letter?