Jiang Qian motioned to the little guy to continue, and the little guy bowed slightly, and said: "The shopkeeper also said that Concubine Su likes to paint on weekdays, and the rice paper is used quickly, so she will send more every time, but ten days ago, Steward Zheng of the Lingwang Mansion personally came to Mobaoxuan, took away a stack of Chengxintang paper, and recorded it in the account of the Lingwang Mansion. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Steward Zheng? Zheng Quan!

Jiang Qian knew that Zheng Quan was married into the Lingwang Mansion with Concubine Su, but Zheng Quan's uncle, Taichang Siqing, Zheng Hong, was on the side of the prince. Lord Zheng's concubine is now the head of the Pingwu Mansion. And the Pingwu Marquis Mansion is also a party of the prince.

Therefore, Zheng Quan and Master Zheng are fundamentally on different paths.

Zheng Quan is working for the Lingwang Mansion.

As far as Jiang Qian knows, Zheng Quan is just the grandson of the old lady Zheng, and he has long been excluded by the Zheng family.

Otherwise, Zheng Quan would not have the net worth he has today.

The little guy glanced at Jiang Qian's face, and said softly: "Master, the little one thinks this matter is a little strange, the little one has inquired, the amount of rice paper used by Concubine Su has been almost the same for several years, how can there be so much more at once, Zheng Quan is a full villain, both bright and dark, several gambling houses in the capital are under his name, and there is no shortage of people who usually deal with people on the road and cottages, and the small suspicion is related to that portrait." ”

Jiang Qian's face sank after hearing this, but he suddenly thought of a loophole, and his brows furrowed, "Zheng Quan has been in the Lingwang Mansion for a few years, and he used Chengxintang paper to leave such a big flaw, could it be that someone is suspicious?" ”

The little guy rolled his eyes, and hurriedly bent down and replied: "Master, Zheng Quan is ruthless, but he is also greedy for life and death, greedy for cheap, the little one thinks that Zheng Quan put the Chengxintang paper into his pocket in the name of the portrait, and the private account is announced, and besides, he probably didn't expect this portrait to fall into your hands, master." ”

This explanation echoes Zheng Quan's inherent impression in Jiang Qian's heart.

Therefore, there will not be such a big loophole in the Suspicious Array, and the more perfect things are, the more suspicious they will be. On the contrary, there is a loophole, which shows the authenticity of this matter.

Zheng Quan is a human being, and if he is a human being, he will have a weakness, and this weakness happens to be in his stubborn nature, and a person's nature will not be easily changed.

"This Zheng Quan, you send someone to keep an eye on it." Jiang Qian commanded and sat back in his chair.

If the bright ones don't come, come the dark ones and see who can have the last laugh......

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Su Ximei returned to the house and replied to Li in person, and Li thanked her for her reminder this morning and did not embarrass her. Back in the courtyard, Chen's mother prepared honey and pear soup, and Su Ximei drank a small bowl.

Mother Chen watched Miss Seven drink the pear soup happily, reached out to take the empty bowl and planned to hold another bowl, Su Ximei said with a smile: "I won't drink it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night with a bulging belly." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Xiang reached out and touched her belly, and her eyes suddenly became happy, "My stomach is not bulging yet, I can drink another bowl." ”

Ling Xiang said angrily: "Just your gluttony, you have to dip honey in steamed buns, and you also have to put honey in making flower tea, and the remaining half of the bucket of honey is almost gone...... I still think about drinking all day long, look at your belly, and say no, be careful to break your belly. ”

When Yuan Xiang heard this, her whole face fell, and she said miserably: "Is the honey gone?" Miss, you won't have honey pear soup to drink from now on......"

Ling Xiang thought helplessly: Is it because Miss doesn't have Sydney soup to drink, or you don't have Sydney soup to drink!

"No hurry, no hurry." Chen's mother smiled and said, "I have a distant cousin who married to Meixian in the early years, and she happened to come to see me tomorrow. ”

"Really?" Yuan Xiang's face was full of joy when she was miserable a moment ago, and she clapped her hands, "Great, there is pear soup to drink again......"

Su Ximei looked at her, her eyes softened. Yuanxiang is just a little girl...... She remembered that when she was still at this age, she would be excited because of a bowl of delicious soup, she would think about it for a night because of the delicious rock sugar gourd, and she would be excited all night because Grandpa came home.

At that time, she was also innocent and happy......

Late at night, Ling Xiang extinguished the candle and exited the room. The cool moonlight spilled into the room through the window lattice, the back window was not closed, half-closed, the night wind blew in, the cyan veil swayed and undulated, Su Ximei couldn't sleep, picked up half of the veil and hung it on the bed hook, and leaned on the pillow of Tuanhua. From this angle, you can see the ginkgo trees in the backyard.

Su Ximei looked at the ginkgo leaves in a daze, and remembered the figure last night. That man's martial arts skills are extremely high, coming and going without a trace, just like his swordsmanship, fast and accurate, leaving no trace.

Tonight...... Will he come back to this courtyard?

The thought flashed for no reason, Su Ximei had already put on her shoes, got out of bed, pushed open the window, and stuck her head out.

Su Ximei looked at the backyard, looking up at the tall ginkgo tree, a gust of wind blew, the leaves rustled, and the sound of insects in the courtyard was empty and quiet.

With a hint of coolness in the wind, Su Ximei gathered the thin underwear on her body. Maybe there was no one, and the man gave him the portrait, and there was no reason to come back to this courtyard.

Su Ximei was taken aback by her own thoughts, although that person saved herself, he was just a stranger, why did she have such a trace of expectation?

The wind was a little strong, Su Ximei stood on tiptoe, reached out and pulled over the window railing, closed the window, and then turned around and got into bed.

On the ginkgo tree, the owner of the building with a full moon jumped down from the tree and disappeared silently.

He stood in the backyard for a long time, staring intently at the closed sash of the window. I don't know how long it took, he raised his hand and stroked it, but he quickly stopped, withdrew his hand, and a trace of pain crossed his eyes.

If you don't see it, you will never see it.

The dust rose suddenly, swirling in the wind, and he clenched his fists and leaped into the night.

Su Ximei listened to the wind outside getting louder, and the window sash that had just been closed was creaked by the wind. Su Ximei stepped out of bed, pushed open the window and took a look, the branches were blown as if they were bent over, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

The window was closed, the lock was locked, and she lay back on the bed.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for it to rain outside, with the clatter of raindrops hitting the eaves and the rustle of fallen leaves in the wind.

With the sound of rain, Su Ximei gradually fell asleep. (To be continued.) )