Chapter 449: Neither

In her previous life, without her, Xiaoya should have entered the Xiaoyong Marquis Mansion as an aunt, looking at Qin Jue's initial attitude towards this matter, he did not object, and he should have been the same in his previous life, that is to say, it would not be because of Xiaoya's affairs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Could it be the current matter? But in his previous life, Shen Yan married Zhao Qingyi, and on the surface, he was not involved with King Rui.

Why Xiaoya had such a catastrophe, Qin Jue knew, the reason why he didn't tell Shen Yan was because he didn't want Shen Yan to make trouble, which was the same as Xiao Yonghou's pretending to be confused.

With Qin Jue's cleverness, unless he didn't pay attention to Xiaoya's affairs in his previous life, he would definitely find out, what happened in his previous life?

In his previous life, Shen Yan married Zhao Qingyi and accepted Xiaoya, but he still hooked up with Zhao Lanhuan and cuckolded Zhao Lanhuan's husband, which shows that instead of guarding against King Rui because of Xiaoya's matter, he stood with them.

The Shen family clings to Jingwei, Shanhaiwei, and Miyunwei, and the Davids in Shandong, Henan, and Zhangjiakou are also members of the Shen family. After Shen Yan attacked the lord, although the Shen family was not as good as before, the closest few Davids to the capital were still controlled by the Shen family. With Zhao Ji's suspicion, he was able to hand over the defense of Gyeonggi to a family for decades, which shows his trust in the Shen family.

In fact, whether it is Lao Xiaoyonghou or Shen Yan, they are loyal to Zhao Ji. After the rebellion of King Ning, the defense of Gyeonggi was strengthened, from Shanhaiguan to Baodingfu, it was like an iron bucket.

But when Zhao Si died, Zhao Xi was ordered to return to Beijing to run to the funeral on the way to fall off a horse and die, Emperor Daxing and the only orthodox heir died so strangely, including Yang Shanzong's cabinet, as well as several nobles in Beijing raised objections and asked for a thorough investigation, but as the head of the nobles and the emperor's relatives, Shen Yan did not say anything, he was in charge of the defense of the capital, if he insisted, it would be difficult for Zhao You to enter the capital, not to mention the so-called conformity to the will of heaven and inheritance of the unification.

Luo Jinyan didn't believe it when he was killed, Shen Yan would let Zhao You go for the sake of Zhao Lanhuan, who was half-old, he did that for only one reason, he had no expectations for this court, no matter what, Zhao You is also a royal bloodline, whether he is a murderer or a usurper, it is all the Zhao family's own business.

Thinking of this, Luo Jinyan sighed deeply, she looked at Shen Yan a little helplessly, her eyes were full of sadness.

Shen Yan's heart was shocked, but in an instant, Luo Jinyan had returned to normal.

"You have been investigating why Mrs. Feng harmed her niece, but have you thought about it, the Feng family is the in-law of the Marquis of Xiaoyong, and the man who benefits the most is the male of the Feng family, as a clan wife, if it is not for the moment of life and death, how can she come to this point?"

Shen Yan didn't expect Luo Jinyan to bring up the old matter again, he was stunned, and said angrily: "That's a poisonous woman, she usually quarrels with Xiaoya's mother over trivial matters, and when Xiaoya's father dies, she will harm Xiaoya, so that Xiaoya's mother is better than dead." ”

Luo Jinyan was silent for a moment, this is all an illusion made by Mrs. Feng, she can't afford to offend the person behind her, for the sake of her husband, son, and all the men in the Feng family in the army, she not only took the life of her niece, but also took her own reputation, and finally she committed suicide.

Luo Jinyan smiled and said, "If you hurt Xiaoya, you hurt the daughter-in-law of Marquis Xiaoyong, do you think Mrs. Feng is a woman in the house, does she dare?"

Shen Yan was speechless, he and Qin Jue also thought of this, so they arrested the subordinates of the Feng family for interrogation, but except for the friction between Mrs. Feng and Xiao Ya Niang, nothing was tried. And even those quarrels are trivial things, and there is no deep hatred.

Luo Jinyan knew that it was in his heart, so he said: "If Xiaoya didn't have an accident, would someone go to the Marquis Xiaoyong's Mansion to propose marriage?"

Shen Yan was startled, his steamy peach blossom eyes widened, and his voice was undisguised in shock: "You mean that all this is because of me?"

Luo Jinyan didn't speak, his slender jade hand gently rubbed the pattern on the stove, didn't say yes, didn't say no, just sat there quietly, like a picture of a lady with a fine brush.

In her previous life, Xiaoya ended up being his aunt and became one of the women in the backyard. In the back garden, after a long time, the original intention of all this will gradually be forgotten, the flowers gradually become charming, the green plum is finally really forgotten in a piece of red, if you can see it, you will be calm, for him to accompany the white head; if you can't see it, you will end up haggard and depressed.

The same news, heard at different times, will have different reactions to the same person.

If Xiaoya has become his aunt, although he is angry when he hears this news, it is nothing more than that, Xiaoya is still by his side, but he has changed his identity, which is nothing to him.

But at this time, the beauty went away, leaving regrets in this life, and the initiator still wanted to marry him, Shen Yan didn't hate that person to death!

Shen Yan's pupils gradually narrowed, and his face, which was more delicate than a woman, was full of hatred, and he clenched his fists and slammed into the dark red lacquered pillar.

Luo Jinyan snorted contemptuously, and said coldly: "I just said a word, you are so impulsive? If Ling Zun was like you, the Shen family would have lost its glory today, how many nobles were still reused during the Yingzong period, and how many were entrusted with important tasks by Zhao Ji?"

Shen Yan was stunned by her questioning, but the corners of his mouth were twitching but he didn't speak.

Luo Jinyan paused, coughed dryly, and immediately a maid came over with warm pear water, she drank two sips, and then continued slowly: "You don't even know who is making a stumbling block in secret, so you mess up with yourself first, and take advantage of my family's pillar to be angry, no wonder Xiao Yonghou and my uncle take care of you like a child." ”

Roche actually mocked him like this!

If someone dared to say this in the past, Shen Yan would have slapped it with a big ear bracket, but today he just stared at it, like a drained water bladder, sitting listlessly on the beauty opposite.

After a while, he said angrily: "Who said that, I am one year older than Qin Yuzhang." ”

After speaking, he felt that it was inappropriate, and a layer of flush appeared on his mutton fat white jade-like face, and he said curtly: "You all know?

In order to marry Zhao Qingyi, you are noisy and noisy at home, Xiao Yonghou just wants to tell you, and he has changed his mind, who knows if you want to change your taste and really fall in love with Zhao Qingyi?

Besides, you are so willful, maybe you will stab this matter in front of Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji doesn't want to find a way to cut the Shen family's military power.

Luo Jinyan smiled: "My cousin doesn't know, she only knows that the person who killed her has committed suicide, her mother is supported, you will marry another famous lady, and she also has her life." ”

Xiaoya doesn't need you to take revenge, you just avenged her, and you can't go back.

Shen Yan was stunned again, then suddenly jumped up, and said to Luo Jinyan: "I don't want all of these four, brother and sister, you rest first, I'll ask Yuzhang." ”

Luo Jinyan raised his eyebrows, shouldn't you go home and discuss with your father?

Shen Yan had already quickly entered Qin Jue's study, and the carved wooden door slammed shut behind him.