Chapter 134

There were hundreds of guests on the guest list plus the attendants, but the person with the incense on his body must be among them, even if they were looking for a needle in a haystack, they now have an area. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He Jinghui asked Wu Meier to recall carefully, whether any of the people in this have dealt with in the past few days.

Wu Mei'er looked at the list, shook her head and said: "Not long after we came, those people from the Western Regions, that is, they looked at their songs and dances, and there was really no one who had anything to do with each other when they saw these lists, she casually pointed to Feng Yijian's name and said: "This person met and said hello on the way to the banquet." ”

He Jinghui immediately asked the entourage of Wind Attack, "Who is this?" ”

The subordinate hurriedly replied: "This is our third son, that is, the third uncle of the young master......" It didn't sound unusual.

They pointed to some of the lists, but there were no useful clues......

At this time, the wind attack suddenly hurried back, and as soon as he entered the door, he said to He Jinghui: "The spice has a result...... There is a substance called Fei Xilan in it, which has a strong aphrodisiac effect, as long as you stay in the room where Fei Xilan has been burned, it will confuse people's minds, and ****** everything is as expected, obviously someone wants to use this Fei Xilan to achieve some ulterior secrets.

He Jinghui continued to ask the young master of the Wind Attack: "Where is this kind of Fei Xilan produced!" ”

Wind Attack said: "I haven't heard of it before, because this kind of Fei Xilan is very difficult to find, there were concubines in the previous dynasty who used this thing to invite pets, and there were also emperors who died because of this, and they were all pulled out in the previous dynasty, and the emperor of the previous dynasty hoped that this kind of thing would not appear in the territory again, and this dynasty was not allowed to plant it!" This is also thanks to the fact that he found this Lang Zhong and has read it in ancient medical books, so he can finally judge what it is.

He Jinghui felt that this was obviously a well-designed game, and he asked Wind Attack again: "Why does this princess of the Western Regions have to marry you, what good is it for them!" ”

Wind Strike pondered for a moment and said: "In fact, it is normal for marriages to consolidate diplomatic relations in all dynasties, and it is also normal for the Western Regions to take advantage of the unstable foundation of the imperial court to consolidate their position in the western countries through marriage, in fact, you don't have to marry me, as long as you are the nobles of my clan!" ”

It's too weird, since the princess has sent it, marriage has become a sure thing, so someone will always come out to marry, why is this Western Regions country in a hurry to seek this method.

At this time, Lan Meng, who was petite and had a big eye on the Internet celebrity, ran over panting, she stood at the door panting, and her whole little face was red.

She gasped and said, "I went to deliver food to the third prince just now, and I accidentally saw that the person with the strange fragrance on his body left through the back door of the third son's place that night......"

She ran out of breath: "He Jingxuan...... Didn't you say that if you have a clue, I'll tell you non-stop...... I'm tired of my aunt and grandmother, faster than a horse! ”

It can be seen that Lan Meng is very concerned about He Jinghui's affairs.

Hearing Lan Meng say this, Wind Strike's eyes condensed slightly, and he thought about it.

He Jinghui and Wu Mei'er suddenly felt very strange, could this matter be done by the third prince Feng Yijian?

Whatever his motive was, clues must be found in him now, and their top priority is to find the oriole as soon as possible!

He Jinghui asked Lan Mengdao, "Auntie, do you know where that person has gone now?" ”

Lan Meng shook his head and said, "I said He Jingxuan, are you stupid, I came to report to you, of course I don't know where he went!" ”

The little girl is still a little girl after all, and she just came to report the news but didn't know where that person went, which still added a lot of difficulty to their search.

Wind Strike said at this time: "My third uncle has always been good to me, I can't figure out what kind of involvement they will have......"

He Jinghui knew that he was hesitating now, and he didn't want to destroy their uncle and nephew's relationship, but now he finally had a clue, maybe this was an important clue to be able to find Huang Li.

He Jinghui asked him: "Do you want to marry the princess of the Western Regions?!" ”

Wind Strike shook his head, "Of course not! He said this categorically.

He Jinghui said: "Then start from the source of this Fei Xilan aphrodisiac incense, peel off the cocoon, and find out the truth, so that you don't have to marry the princess!" ”

Originally, Wind Attack didn't want to believe that this incident was related to his third uncle, but now in order to fulfill his promise to Jingjing, he will definitely work hard to find evidence, peel back the cocoon, and find the truth.

He Jinghui's persuasiveness is very strong, just now Wu Meier was worried that the wind attack would not help them, but now it seems that He Jinghui is here, and all her worries are superfluous.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard the attack of the wind here, he decided that no matter what, he must find out what the relationship between that person and his third uncle Feng Yijian was.

Looking at the eyes of the wind, you can see that he is very firm, which shows that the power of love is very great.

The attack of the wind ordered his subordinates to stare at the movement in the courtyard of Feng Yijian day and night, and the little girl Lan Meng knew that He Jinghui's painting skills were very good.

So she began to describe the person's facial features very seriously, and the wind attack can be regarded as seeing He Jinghui's painting skills.

I only listened to the description of the little girl there, the man was about five feet three inches tall, with a long, dark and thin face, a prominent forehead, thick eyebrows, slender Danfeng eyes, a firm nose, thick lips, and a mole at the corner of his mouth.

Listening to these descriptions of the little girl Lan Meng, He Jinghui's pen quickly drew on the paper according to the description of the little girl.

The little girl looked at the preliminary outline he had drawn, pointed to her eyes and said, "It's not like it here, the eyes are more slender!" ”

He pointed to the corner of his mouth and said, "The mole here is not in the right position, it should be closer to the top!" ”

He Jinghui quickly drew another portrait according to the little girl's correction, and the little girl said excitedly: "He Gongzi, you are too godly, the one you painted is really called Wei Xiao Weimiao, and it is like a real person!" ”

Wu Mei'er was obviously very happy to hear the news, and if she found this person, she would be able to find Huang Li.

He Jinghui simply likes this little girl too much, and she really helped them a lot, otherwise how to find this person in this vast sea of people.

What a talent it is to remember it!

He Jinghui really didn't know how to thank this little girl, seeing Wu Meier's brows stretched, and her eyes were full of hope, He Jinghui really felt very happy.

He kept praising and said: "Lan Meng, you remember it so well!" ”

Lan Meng admired her master and He Jinghui in addition to her cooking skills, the paintings he painted were no different from real people, and he was praised by He Jinghui just now for his good memory, Lan Meng was very happy, Wu Meier looked at this little girl with an innocent and happy smile, last night I only heard that He Jinghui found a clue in the dining room, but I didn't expect this little girl in the kitchen to see He Jinghui with a girlish shyness.

He Jinghui's charm can be described as unstoppable, Wu Meier feels that of course there will be many people who like it, and her vision has always been good.

The Wind Attack asked for a portrait and asked people to secretly visit this person, He Jinghui put down his pen like a god, like a photocopier, he kept wanting to draw a few more, and each Lan Meng would propose different slight modifications.

By the time it was the tenth picture, the portrait of that person was, in Lan Meng's words, exactly like a real person.

And He Jinghui's speed of painting is also amazingly fast.

Wu Meier held the tenth portrait in her hand and tried to reminisce, but at the banquet in the main hall that night, she and He Jinghui drank too much, which affected her memory.

More of her eyes stayed on He Jinghui's body that night, and everything else was like floating clouds, which didn't attract her attention at all.

He Jinghui looked at Wu Mei'er and looked at this painting in a daze, Wu Mei'er found that He Jinghui was looking at him, looked at him, shook her head regretfully and said, "I don't have any impression of this person!" ”

But with this portrait, it is not difficult to find this person, since he has a relationship with the third prince of the wind, then in the third prince of the wind, he will definitely appear again.

He Jinghui and Wu Mei'er said very firmly: "Mei'er, believe me, I will definitely find this person!" ”

At the same time, He Jinghui also asked the wind attack, should the search range be enlarged beyond the castle, if someone intentionally kidnapped the yellow oriole, it is too dangerous in the castle, how can they risk their lives!?

The Wind Attack also said goodbye and left, and went to look for evidence, and when the Wind Attack left, He Jinghui was afraid of the Wind Attack and would still scruple that it was his own uncle.

In his opinion, although Wind Strike is very witty and smart, it should have grown up relatively smoothly along the way from childhood to adulthood, so he doesn't know so much deception.

He Jinghui used to work in the crew, and he saw too many people competing for the position of female number one or male number one, on the surface, he was like his relatives, but behind his back, he was more ruthless than the other.