Inside the Nine Kings' Mansion

"Master, Yuan Yan has something to report!" Yun Mubai sat in the study quietly looking at the letterhead sent back in front of him, thinking about the words that An Yuran said when he visited An Yu's boudoir last night, and those kind secret reminders, when he suddenly heard the report of the scholar outside the door, frowned, and replied: "Let him in!" “

"Meet the master!" "Get up, what do you have to report today?" Yuan Yan heard Yun Mubai's voice and hurriedly presented the items in his hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "This ... What is it? Yun Mubai furrowed his beautiful eyebrows and looked at a piece of fabric held high by Yuan Yan's hands.

"Back to the master, I went to the listening garden in General An's mansion, and I heard that the eldest lady of the An family discussed with Miss An San today to secretly design to blame Miss An Er, and then I saw the maid who served closely beside the eldest lady of the An family handed over this piece of the thing in the hands of the slave to a little maid who swept it, and the little maid kicked it in her pocket and ran away in a hurry. The minions suspect there's something wrong with this thing! Only then did he stun the maid, snatched this thing, and hurried back to the house to tell the master. ”

Looking at Yuan Yan's vigilant appearance, Yun Mubai seemed to nod with some satisfaction, took the thing, and looked at it carefully. Yun Mubai just picked it up, and he didn't feel right, this is clearly a piece of men's clothing? Look at the color dyeing and weaving technology, are on the upper side, look at the color, it seems to be a little old-fashioned, not like the young people wearing, but like... And like General An's clothes? “

Yun Mubai thought of this, and suddenly his thoughts were opened, he opened the layers of wrapped clothes again, looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Sure enough!" Yuan Yan, who was on the side, was very strange, and couldn't help asking, "Master, what have you discovered?" "Yuan Yan, look." Yun Mubai pulled out the deepest white slip of paper tightly wrapped in the clothes and handed it to Yuan Yan. I saw a row of birth dates written on the note. A red dot is drawn in the middle and a needle is pricked.

"Yuan Yan, do you look at this row of birth dates very familiar?" Yun Mubai frowned tightly and asked. Yuan Yan nodded and looked at it: "Familiar, familiar!" Isn't this the last time you asked me to investigate the details of General An's Mansion? This row of numbers is exactly the age of General An's birthday! Yun Mubai's fingers tightened, and the look in his eyes deepened.

Really. Sure enough, he wanted to use this matter to frame the blame. Yun Mubai narrowed his eyes, looked at the piece of fabric in front of him with a little playfulness, and thought about it. "Yuan Yan, come here with your ears." Yun Mubai beckoned to Yuan Yan. Seeing Yun Mubai's appearance, Yuan Yan suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were cold, as if a cool breeze was blowing from behind for a while.

"Lord... Master.. "When the time comes, you'll be..."

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Inside the Peach Pine Pavilion

"Miss! Miss! “

Zhu Qing took a piece of letterhead, ran into An Xuan's inner room, and said breathlessly: "Miss, it's still that. . . That person, come. Letters! When An Yu heard this, the man's face quickly appeared in his mind, and he remembered the way he bandaged himself that night, and he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his wrist. Touching his wrist a little unnaturally, he took the letterhead in Zhu Qing's hand, and looked at it, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Looking at An Yu's smiling appearance, Zhu Qing couldn't help but retreat in his heart. "Miss, what did you say in this letter?" Zhu Qing asked a little worriedly. "Zhuqing, I'm afraid the wind is blowing a little harder, and it's going to blow into our yard!" An Yuqian sneered. As smart as Zhuqing, he immediately understood when he heard it, and he also pursed his lips, and whispered: "Then the slave and maid go and close the doors and windows." “

"No need. Zhuqing, let the wind blow this time. Just let it go. An Yuqian looked at the slightly familiar font on the letterhead and carefully folded it.