Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 301: The Red Candle is about to end (Additional chapter for Huajian Yimai)
When Yang Yuan brought Emmanuelle Belle back to "Qijiantang", Wen Tian, ​​who had been waiting in the inn, heard the noise and rushed out of the room.

He opened the door, took a step forward, took a step back, and closed the door, all in one smooth motion.

Yang Yuan noticed some noise and when he looked up, he saw that Wen Tian's door was closed and there was nothing unusual.

I guess I don't need him to accompany me today, so I can go shopping by myself.

Yang Yuan thought about it and didn't call Wen Tian to help, but instead supported Belle and walked towards his room alone.

Wen Tian stepped out and saw Miss Belle lying softly in Yang Yuan's arms, as if her bones had been pulled out. He then quickly retreated back into the room.

At this moment, he was lying on the crack of the door and watching, and couldn't help but smile and nod.

Children can be taught!
After my enlightenment, Miss Belle finally took the initiative to seduce Headmaster Yang?

When she becomes Yang Zhangfang's bedmate, she will remember where her roots are, so I think she will not forget to help me with some pillow talk, hehe...

Yang Yuan helped Emmanuelle Belle into the house, and simply gave her a "princess hug", holding up Belle's legs, and carried her back to the couch in the inner room.

Yang Yuan asked with concern: "How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Emmanuelle said weakly, "Much better. Sir, let me think carefully and see how many suspicious points I can find from today's accounts."

"Okay, think about it slowly."

After a pause, Yang Yuan said, "Don't force yourself."

Emmanuelle Belle hummed softly, and her consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​knowledge. The data that she had scanned before appeared clearly in her mind page by page.

Yang Yuan sat nearby for a while, then quietly went out. He found the shopkeeper and asked if the store could prepare medicinal food.

The shopkeeper told him that there was a drugstore just outside the back wall of the inn. Yang Yuan was overjoyed and asked the shopkeeper to go to the drugstore to get him some medicines that could nourish his mind, invigorate his brain, and replenish his blood and invigorate his Qi.

As soon as Yang Yuan returned to his room, Wen Tian came over stealthily and said to the shopkeeper, "What medicine does my young master need? Give me the list and I'll go."

The shopkeeper said, "There is no single prescription. Your young master only wants me to get him some blood-replenishing and Qi-boosting medicine. I have to go to the pharmacy and ask the doctor to get the medicine."

Wen Tian couldn't help but gasp after hearing what the shopkeeper said.

Nourish blood and replenish qi?

Did Yang, the chef, eat Miss Belle? Where did he eat her? Was he eating her so fiercely?

Thinking about what I saw just now, Miss Belle looked pale and frail, Master Yang really has magical powers!
After giving instructions to the shopkeeper, Yang Yuan returned to the guest room, sat down at the head of Emmanuelle Belle's bed, and carefully observed her expression.

Belle's complexion looked much better at this time, and Yang Yuan finally felt relieved.

Belle is a young lady from an aristocratic family, and her family has a fief. Such aristocratic woman usually marries a noble of equal status, and after marriage, as a hostess, she is responsible for managing the family's agricultural, commercial, and financial affairs.

Therefore, they had to learn this knowledge since childhood. When Belle joined the Knights Templar with her father and brothers and went to fight far away, she was also responsible for the logistics supply of the Knights Templar.

With this knowledge and experience, it was easier for her to check the accounts of Shanyin Bingma Dujian.

Belle sorted out the accounts in her mind, and if there were any doubts or points that should be paid attention to, she slowly spoke them out.

Yang Yuan had already prepared paper and pen, and he wrote down what Bei'er said.

As Belle sorted out the food consumption, military uniforms and bedding of the more than 9,000 soldiers in Shanyin, the problems and loopholes were revealed one by one.

Yang Yuan listened to her and took notes.

There are indeed many difference loopholes. This is the case for one month, but what about a year?

Just a quick calculation shows that the Shanyin Military Commander had a huge income from this alone.

Many people mistakenly believe that embezzlement must involve large sums of money. In fact, such embezzlement is not only extremely difficult to carry out and easy to be exposed, but also cannot operate normally.

A true master is one who accomplishes things in this kind of daily consumption that is difficult to trace afterwards, by accumulating small amounts of effort to build a tower.

Yang Yuan was recording silently, and as he kept recording, he couldn't help but think of a crisis public relations incident he had once been responsible for.

A man who had been the principal of a primary school for more than 20 years had more than 200 million seized from his home at the time of the crime.

A primary school principal embezzled 200 million yuan, which even the investigators were stunned.

One of the ways that man made money was to take a two-dollar kickback from each child's daily nutritious meals. This alone amounted to more than 20 million in illegal income during the time he was in power.

Of course, the crisis public relations that Yang Yuan’s company was responsible for at the time was not to find a way to exonerate the principal, but to help local officials eliminate the negative impact of public opinion.

What the Shanyin governor is doing now is surprisingly similar to what the principal did.

Belle began to mentally tally the anomalies in the accounts for the materials needed to repair the weapons.

There is also the problem of false reporting of losses.

However, some of the situations mentioned by Belle attracted Yang Yuan's special attention.

As for embezzlement, this Chu Dujian adopted a slow and steady approach, making false reports every month. It was difficult for others to find the loopholes unless they looked at his original account books.

However, in the past month, several craftsmen received much more bow and crossbow consumables than in normal months.

Yang Yuan could not help but become suspicious. His original plan was to find a villain with solid evidence and put the blame of stealing the "Mahuang Crossbow" on this person.

But now it seems that, could it be possible to catch the real murderer by accident?
Could the abnormally high number of materials received by those craftsmen be the result of repeated trials to produce new bows and crossbows?

Yang Yuan wrote down the names of the craftsmen that Belle mentioned neatly.

This "accounting" process sounds simple, but in fact the whole process takes a very long time.

After Belle finished calculating each account, she would stop and think about the next account in her mind for a long time before she spoke out her calculations and analysis.

Yang Yuan sat on the edge of the couch, spread the paper on a brocade cushion in front of him, listening and taking notes.

When Belle finished summarizing the last account, it was already very late, and the candle that Yang Yuan had lit early had almost burned out.

"No... that's all." Belle murmured, and then she felt her consciousness become dizzy.

Her unique ability enables her to remember so much data at once, but the overload of brain power is too much for her flesh and blood to bear.

At this moment, she felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest and her head was aching like needles. The pain was not so severe that it made her scream, but she could not get rid of it at any time.

Yang Yuan put the things he had written down in his pocket and said happily, "With this, I will contact the local spies of the Yuzifang tomorrow and ask them to investigate these craftsmen thoroughly..."

As he spoke, he turned around and said, "I'll ask someone to fry it for you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Yuan was shocked to see Emmanuelle Belle's face was as pale as paper, with two streaks of blood creeping out from under her nose.

"Belle?"

Yang Yuan hurriedly came up to her and probed with his fingers, only to find that her breath was very weak.

Yang Yuan hurriedly wet a towel, wiped the blood off her face, and then wet it again and placed it on her burning forehead.

The coolness of the towel woke Bei Er up slowly. Yang Yuan asked hurriedly, "How are you now?"

Bei Er wanted to raise her hand, but she found that she was like a ghost pressing on her bed, unable to move at all. She couldn't help but smile bitterly and said softly:

"I... have a terrible headache, and my heart is beating fast. It seems like all my energy has been drained out. I can't move... even if I want to."

Seeing her sweating profusely, Yang Yuan said anxiously, "Don't move. I'll go see if the medicine is ready."

Yang Yuan hurried out to find the shopkeeper. The medicine had just been prepared and was about to be sent to him.

Yang Yuan suddenly remembered that the most consumed substance when people use their brains is sugar. The energy consumed by Belle's brain is probably many times that of an ordinary person. Could it be that she has hypoglycemia?

So Yang Yuan asked the shopkeeper for sugar.

The shopkeeper thought that he was afraid that his favorite concubine would find the medicine too bitter, and praised him for his thoughtfulness.

Since Yang Yuan was generous, the shopkeeper found a small jar of sugar and gave it to Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan rushed back, scooped a few large spoonfuls of sugar into the medicine soup, then helped Bei'er up and fed her the medicine spoonful by spoonful.

Yang Yuan put enough sugar in it, so Belle didn't find the medicine bitter at all.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Yang Yuan let Bei'er lie in his arms for a while longer. Her complexion finally eased and she stopped sweating.

Yang Yuan touched her forehead again. It was sweaty, but the temperature was much lower than before.

Yang Yuan wet two more towels, put one on her forehead and handed the other to her.

Yang Yuan whispered, "Wipe off the sweat and heat and you'll feel more comfortable."

After Yang Yuan finished speaking, he walked out to avoid suspicion. When he reached the door, he turned back and reminded, "Call me when you're done."

Emmanuelle Belle grabbed the wet towel and rested for a while. When she had regained some strength, she softly took off her outer clothes.

She was only wearing a small dress. She put the towel under her dress and wiped it roughly for a while, then tied her belt and called out, "Mr. Yang, I'm fine."

After Yang Yuan closed the door tightly, he waited outside. Although Belle's voice was not loud, Yang Yuan still heard it.

He hurriedly pushed the door open and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better now?"

Emmanuelle Belle said weakly, "I feel much better now. Only my head still hurts from time to time."

"I'll press it for you."

Yang Yuan hurriedly helped Bei'er sit up, untied her bun, letting her golden hair fall down, then let her lie on his lap again, inserted his ten fingers into her hair, and gently massaged her head.

Although Yang Yuan doesn't know how to massage, this kind of massage with moderate force will naturally make people feel comfortable.

When Emmanuelle Belle was pressed by him, she felt that the blood in her body seemed to flow smoothly, and she couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The red candle burned shorter and shorter, and the candlelight became dimmer.

Emmanuelle Belle also knew that it was inappropriate to lie in a man's arms like this, but she was now exhausted all over, and with Yang Yuan's ten fingers pressing gently, she felt indescribably comfortable, and her heart was lazy, so naturally she would not worry about the issues between men and women.

But they both forgot one thing: midnight was approaching...

(End of this chapter)