If he had changed something else, Yan Hongyang would never have asked Shangguan Qianyu for help. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, this matter is related to whether the Yan family's house is safe or not, and whether the descendants of the Yan family are peaceful, no matter how reluctant he is, he can only give it a try.

After all, even if Yan Qingrui's stinky girl is dead, they have also been "Weng Son-in-law" for a while, haven't they?

Therefore, Yan Hongyang asked people to prepare gifts and went to Qinghe Wangfu in person.

When he went, Shangguan Qianyu was not there.

Although Yan Hongyang was very anxious in his heart, he still smiled with a cup, drank tea slowly, and looked at Ruan Zhongjie, the head of the Qinghe Palace, who had been attentive to the hospitality, and he couldn't find fault with it.

This wait was half an hour, and Shangguan Qianyu did not return home.

He had to go back and come back the next day.

The next day, Shangguan Qianyu was still not there.

It wasn't until the fourth day that he "happened" to meet Shangguan Qianyu in the mansion.

These two people were originally political enemies, and they could even be said to be their own masters, but since Yan Hongyang had repeatedly asked to see him, Shangguan Qianyu also asked him to invite him into the front side hall to serve tea and entertain guests.

Yan Hongyang said with a smile: "The nobles of King Qinghe are busy, but the old man has disturbed a lot. ”

Shangguan Qianyu's face was as usual, and he didn't see joy or anger, and said, "Lord Yan, I don't know what to say!"

This is nonsense, please get straight to the point, the subtext that this king is very busy?

The smile on Yan Hongyang's face could hardly be hung up, but who told him to ask for help, he laughed and said, "Virtuous son-in-law ......"

Shangguan Qianyu said lightly: "Lord Yan, as far as this king knows, haven't you and Yan Qingrui already severed the father-daughter relationship? Therefore, this king can't afford to be a virtuous son-in-law!"

Yan Hongyang smiled and said abruptly: "King Qinghe said that he is laughing, rumors, all rumors, aren't there rumors that King Qinghe has divorced my unworthy daughter? This kind of hearsay should not be taken seriously! Besides, my unworthy daughter has been dead for three months, and her bones are cold, is it possible that between our sons-in-law, we still have to argue about this topic here because of those hearsay rumors? Doesn't it make Rui'er Jiuquan unhappy?"

Yan Hongyang has no feelings for Yan Qingrui at all, so he doesn't care if she is unhappy "under the nine springs", but he still has to take advantage of Weng's son-in-law's relationship, otherwise, how can he open this mouth to Shangguan Qianyu?

Shangguan Qianyu was noncommittal, but sure enough, he didn't dwell on this issue anymore, and said, "Then Lord Yan came to my palace today, what kind of advice did he have?"

Yan Hongyang said: "There is nothing to teach, the old man has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and he is here today to invite Qinghe Wang Yucheng to do something!"

Shangguan Qianyu said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Hongyang didn't care about beating around the bush, and said directly: "I heard that the relationship between King Qinghe and the Xuyun Zen Master of Bodhi Temple is very good, and the old man's house encountered some difficult things to understand, and he wanted to ask the Xuyun Zen Master to solve his doubts, but the whereabouts of the Xuyun Zen Master are erratic, so please ask the King of Qinghe to point out a direction." ”

Shangguan Qianyu said lightly: "Master Shenlong sees the head but does not see the tail, this king doesn't know where he is!"

Speaking of Monk Xuyun, he was still angry, that day, the red pants stolen by the woman in black were given by Xuyun.

Soon after Yan Qingrui's "death", the monk Xuyun told him that she died too miserably, and her soul was unsafe underground, and she needed someone with sincerity to wear red for her for a year to ward off disasters, and to block disasters, it was best to wear close-fitting profane pants.