Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 288 Small Yard (Part )

Chunfenglou was wiped out by Yongpinghou?
Marquis Yongping was able to track down their tracks back then, he must have tracked down Chunfenglou and Yuniang.

But in the previous life, the Spring Breeze Building was fine, and it was not silenced.

Han Youning asked him to get up, "Why do they decide that the murderer is Yongpinghou?"

Chen Yong saw that the eldest lady's focus was here, and she was not as uncomfortable as an ordinary lady when she heard about the prostitutes in the brothel, so she felt relieved and stood up to answer.

"The case happened on September th, before the Ministry of Criminal Justice arrived. It must be that Marquis Yongping had some evidence or witnesses that he missed in Chunfeng Tower, and killed people before the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple went to Xiangping Mansion. The men in black only killed brothels The people in the house don’t kill clients. Those clients say that the men in black are very skilled in martial arts, and all of them were killed with a single knife, clean and neat, and they left after the killing, which is exactly the same as the Chen family’s method of destroying the family.”

This reason is quite reasonable.The logic of the front and back is right, and the traces of the scene are right. Chunfenglou often entertains high-ranking officials and dignitaries. It is not surprising that Yongping Hou has been there.

This life is different from the previous life, and it is also possible that Yongping Hou turned around and sent someone back to deal with the aftermath.

I don't know how Yu Niang will be sad when she finds out.

She has stayed in Chunfeng Building for more than ten years, and she has deep feelings, and she plans to retire there.

That old bustard can return her deed of prostitution to her, and she is regarded as a kind and righteous person—although Yu Niang often brags that she was a popular star when she was young and earned a lot of money for the procuress, so it is only natural for the procuress to return her deed of prostitution of.

But the disgusted tone made her inexplicably familiar.

However, in this way, Han Qingwan's suspicion is nothing to fear.If there is no evidence, as long as Yuniang gritted her teeth and kept silent, nothing would happen.

Seeing that Han Youning was silent, Chen Yong didn't know whether she was frightened or sad about the past, so he changed the subject and talked about the business of Yuxiang Pavilion.

He brought back some rouge and gouache from Xiangping Mansion, all of which were distributed by the shop there, and first supported the Yuxiang Pavilion in the capital.

Han Youning put aside the matter of Chunfenglou first, and talked to him about Yuxiang Wan.

She took out two bottles and showed them to Chen Yong, "This is the Yuxiang pill that my grandfather and second uncle have been studying all their lives. I tried it and it works very well."

Chen Yong is a slave of the Chen family, so he naturally knows what it means if this Yuxiang pill is successfully developed.

That is a mountain of gold and silver!
As long as there are people around, the Chen family can quickly regain their vitality and make a comeback!

Chen Yong opened the bottle, looked at the pills inside, with trembling hands, repeatedly confirmed in disbelief, "Is it really effective? Is it really effective?"

After Han Youning told him about the successful case of Princess Nanzhang, Chen Yong was immediately relieved.

"That's it!"

Chen Yong left eagerly, wishing that this Yuxiang pill would be on the market soon!
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Jin Wangfu.

outside study.

Zhao Chengyuan wrote and drew on a list, and handed it to Shi Chenghan, the head of the palace, "Prepare according to this for the wedding banquet."

Cheng Han took the form with both hands, "Well, if the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs are here..."

Zhao Chengyuan said, "If they have any objections, let them come and find me."

Cheng Han should be, backed out.

Luo Ping came in from the outside, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, Princess Danyang told the county master about the prince's coma, and asked the county master to go to the prince's mansion. The county master did not agree."

Ye Chang said from the side, "Oh, what can the lord hear from your tough tone? Say what the county lord said, word for word!"

It's also good for the prince to hear the county master's affection!

Luo Ping recounted the conversation between the two of them verbatim.

Zhao Chengyuan listened with narrowed eyes, with a smile in his eyes.

After Luo Ping finished speaking, he said again, "My lord, if something happens to the crown prince, you are afraid that you will be held responsible."

Ye Chang grabbed his arm, "Which way to turn your elbow! Let the county magistrate go to the prince's mansion to save the prince, wouldn't that be a meat bun beating a dog... Pooh, wouldn't that be tricked by the prince? No way! "

Zhao Chengyuan got up and walked out.

"Since Zhaoping asked me to find a way, then I will try."

Ye Chang followed behind in confusion, why didn't he hear that the county lord had such a meaning?
Zhao Chengyuan invited Zhang Laoyuan's envoy, and they went to the Prince's Mansion together.

Shi Liangzhong, the head of the prince's mansion, led a group of guards to stand in formation and blocked Zhao Chengyuan's way.

Liang Zhong cupped his hands and said in a deep voice, "My lord, forgive me, His Royal Highness is still in a coma, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you."

Zhao Chengyuan said, "Mr. Zhang's envoy, Liang Changshi should recognize him, right?"

Liang Zhong glanced at the old court envoy who was leaning on a cane and looking around curiously, as if he had never been here before, he couldn't help frowning.

"It is said that the nursing home envoy is very old and has become confused. He can't even recognize his own son."

Zhang Laoyuan slammed his crutches on the stone floor and glared at Liang Zhong angrily, "Who says I'm confused? Which father can't recognize his son!"

He pointed to the middle-aged man in green robe beside him, "This is my third son! He runs a silk and satin shop!"

Zhang Laosi stood aside silently, looking up at the sky.

Liang Zhong bowed his hands to Zhang Laosi, "Zhang Siye, I have long admired you."

Fourth Master Zhang was slightly stunned, as expected of Liang Changshi in the Prince's Mansion, there was no one in the capital that he didn't know about the relatives of the dignitaries.

He cupped his hands and said, "Liang Changshi, I have admired you for a long time. My father's medical skills are engraved in his bones, and he will never forget his medical skills if he forgets anything."

Liang Zhong relaxed slightly.

Zhao Chengyuan said quietly, "Is Liang Changshi planning to gamble with the prince's life?"

Liang Zhong cupped his hands and said, "I dare not!"

Zhao Chengyuan said, "You know the prince's situation best. You can decide whether to let the old courtyard envoy try it. I won't force it."

Liang Zhong waved his hand, and all the guards moved out of the way.

"My lord, please!"

Liang Zhong led the way, instead of going to the prince's palace, he went to a remote and cramped small courtyard.

There are only three palace rooms and two side rooms, and it is close to the pond, the air is damp and cold, it is really not a good place to recuperate.

Zhao Chengyuan stood in the middle of the yard and looked around.

When he was three years old, his father carried him to the Prince's Mansion and asked him how the mansion was.

He walked around the mansion, pointed to the yard and said, "Father, I don't like this yard, tear it down!"

The emperor smiled and agreed.

It's a pity that before the courtyard was demolished, the father died of a sudden illness. A few days later, the mother also hanged herself and followed the father.

This yard is here to stay.

Zhao Chengyuan entered the hall with his hands behind his back.

He frowned and looked at the layout in the hall.

This is a new house, full of bright red, beaming.

He glanced across the study room, suddenly fixed his gaze, and walked in.

On the desk by the window is a scripture, the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

He picked it up and flipped through it. The scriptures were already frayed, and it was obvious that he had flipped through them frequently.

There is also a neatly stacked black towel on the desk, I don't know what it is for.

Holding the scriptures in his hand, he looked at the familiar layout in the study, frowning.

(End of this chapter)