Although I didn't guess correctly, it wasn't far off. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shangguan Qianyu's action of pulling his legs to leave suddenly paused.

Hanyan walked up to him and said with a warm smile: "Childe is bored, why rush to leave, why don't Hanyan play a song for you to relieve Childe's boredom?"

Shangguan Qianyu shook his head, walked back to the table outside and sat down, and said in a low voice, "Just drink two glasses with me!"

Cold smoke holds the pot and pours wine.

She is in the Qinglou, and she knows no less than people outside about some news in the capital, or even more, such as the King of Qinghe. Even if Yan Hongyang and Shangguan Qianyu both processed and blocked the information at the beginning, it is not a secret in Hanyan that Shangguan Qianyu was drunk and slept in the same bed in the Yan family's courtyard at the same time as the eldest lady of the Yan family, and Shangguan Qianyu had to marry the young lady of the Yan family as the princess.

The pretentious sons of the nobility who wanted to please her were willing to tell her these things as jokes.

Combined with Shangguan Qianyu's reaction just now, Han Yan guessed eight or nine.

She smiled slightly: "Childe and Mrs. have been in love for a long time, this is a good thing, why should Childe bother?"

Shangguan Qianyu's wine glass slammed, turned his head sideways, his eyes were like ice, and the wine jug in Hanyan's hand almost fell, Shangguan Qianyu said with a cold face: "What is the long-term love, nonsense." ”

Will he fall in love with Yan Qingrui for a long time? That's someone from the Yan family, and he can't wait to strangle her. Don't say it's not true, even if it's true, that's not a good thing.

Hanyan's eyes turned, and he wisely didn't speak again, just smiled lightly. The world is always obsessed with the authorities, this King of Qinghe, while worrying here, but at the same time he wants to be tempted, but he can't figure out his heart.

However, some words could only be said on the spot, and she didn't want to anger King Qinghe and let him walk away.

Shangguan Qianyu here was bored, drinking in the cold smoke, but Yan Qingrui over there began to prepare intensively, prepared everything that should be prepared, changed into a dark men's clothes, put on a mask, swept out of the back wall, and went straight to the mansion of the Guanglu tycoon.

This Gong Zhikuan's family lives in the west of the city, and Yan Qingrui went around half a circle and entered through the courtyard wall of his house.

The whole Gong family is a miserable fog, Gong Zhikuan and his wife only have a son and a daughter, the son is still young, and the daughter is sixteen years old, which is the same age as a flower.

Above the mourning hall, the curtains hang low, and the white veil flutters, which is a bleak scene. Mrs. Gong cried and fainted several times, and someone came to help her go down to rest, and Gong Zhikuan also came to persuade her, but Mrs. Gong was heartbroken and wanted to accompany her daughter on the last journey, so she refused to leave.

Gong Zhikuan was helpless, leaving the girl to serve here, he went to Jingzhao Yin Yamen overnight, his daughter died tragically, if the murderer is not caught, his daughter will die without turning a blind eye.

When Yan Qingrui came, the two girls were napping in front, and Mrs. Gong was crying hoarsely in front of the coffin, and she fainted again.

The lid of the coffin was open, and the coffin was not sealed, and Mrs. Gong wanted to see her daughter's appearance.

Yan Qingrui appeared in time when Mrs. Gong was about to fall to the ground, helped her to the side and sat down, after a while she would faint, Yan Qingrui wanted to take advantage of this time to look at the corpse to see if she could find some clues about the flower thief.

Miss Gong in the coffin had her eyes open in despair and despair, although she had pressed a neat dress, she could still see the bruises on her neck, she had been strangled to death.