The man reacted slightly, he looked at Nan Yuchenchen and grinned, looking a little infiltrating.

"No one sent me, because I don't like you rich people."

Nan Yuchen didn't understand what he meant by saying this, and asked, "What did you say?"

The man smiled coldly, and then suddenly shouted like crazy: "I said that I hate you corrupt officials the most, and I hate you rich people with eyes on the top of your head the most."

"Why?" Nan Yuchen was rarely not angry, but continued to ask.

He couldn't understand that he set fire to his shops just because he hated power and wealth, not to mention that no one should know that these shops belonged to him.

"If it weren't for you secretly receiving it, I wouldn't have been able to win for a few years?" The man's eyes were filled with flames of anger.

Nan Yuchen snorted coldly, full of disdain for this person: "If that's the case, then you're too stupid." I don't think about how to solve it, but I want to take revenge in this way. ”

In Nan Yuchen's view, poor people must have something to hate. It's not that he doesn't sympathize with this down-and-out scholar, but that this scholar himself has chosen a path of no return.

Now Nan Yuchen has a half-believing attitude towards what this scholar said, and he doesn't believe it completely.

It's just that there are too many doubts in what this scholar said, if he really retaliates like he said.

Then why so many shops were burned by him, this is obviously for him.

The scholar collapsed on the ground in some decadence, and the muscles on his face were a little stiff.

Nan Yuchen couldn't refute what he said, and now he didn't know what else he could say.

"To be honest, I'd consider letting you go."

Nan Yuchen spoke up again, and the words he said made the scholar's body tremble uncontrollably.

His heart sank, and his clumsy acting skills were still discovered by Nan Yuchen.

Now, where is he likely to tell the truth of the matter? He gritted his teeth vigorously and pretended to be calm: "I don't know what you mean by this, since you were caught today, if you want to kill it, you have to listen to it."

The complicated change on the scholar's face just now was seen in Nan Yuchen's eyes, and Nan Yuchen's heart sneered.

"Don't worry, I don't want to kill you now, so you can stay here." After Nan Yuchen finished speaking, he no longer glanced at the scholar, but directly turned his head and walked out of the firewood room.

The shopkeeper hurriedly followed, and Nan Yuchen arranged: "Take care of him, don't let him die."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yuchen left and returned to the courtyard where he temporarily lived. No one could be seen but himself.

"Come out." Nan Yuchen said softly.

As soon as the words fell, a dark shadow appeared in front of Nan Yuchen: "Pavilion Master."

"Well, how's your investigation?" Nan Yuchen lowered his eyes.

"Back to the pavilion master, that scholar did go to Beijing to catch the exam, and after three failed in the list, his mother was angry that he was useless and seriously ill." The dark shadow replied.

The black shadow paused, swallowed and said: "The subordinates investigated that this scholar was taking care of his seriously ill old mother at home a few days ago, and it seems that someone gave him a sum of money, so he went to the shop to set fire."

Hearing what the black shadow said, Nan Yuchen's face was solemn. This is because someone has set a trap for him, one set after another.

As for what the purpose was and why it came from, he couldn't guess it for the time being.

"What about the catkins?" Nan Yuchen thought of the catkins who were bedridden for his injury, and he already believed her seven or eight points in his heart.

The dark shadow replied, "Miss Su'er's life story is as she herself said, both parents are dead, and it is fruitless to seek refuge with relatives. No other clues have been investigated. ”

Hearing what the black shadow said, Nan Yuchen unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, he has been very satisfied with the performance of the catkins, and he doesn't want such a capable girl to come for a purpose.

"As for the people behind the scenes, continue to investigate." Nan Yuchen was able to create the Qingyu Pavilion by himself, and his natural IQ was not low.

Especially this scapegoating trick, which he had seen before.

"Yes." The shadow bowed its head, then vanished.

Nan Yuchen was worried about Fu Ruolan in his heart, worried that she had been wronged alone in Wuxi Country.

But now it seems that someone is deliberately designing to trap him, if Nan Yuchen leaves at this time, because he can't handle it well, he will inevitably feel unsteady in his heart.

After thinking about it, Nan Yuchen wrote a letter to Fu Ruolan again, informing her about her current situation and asking about her situation.

A letter full of longing and care was hidden in the white dove's lap and sent out.

Looking at the direction in which the white dove flew, Nan Yuchen's heart followed.

He was even more anxious to deal with the things in his hand, so that he could rush to Fu Ruolan's side as soon as possible.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of speculation in his mind, guessing who designed him like this.

After thinking about it, he felt that the eldest prince was the most suspicious, but he felt that it was unlikely.

If it was really the eldest prince who knew his identity as the master of the Blue Feather Pavilion, it was estimated that he would use a more thorough method to destroy his wings.

Thinking about it this way, Nan Yuchen directly denied the eldest prince Nan Qinghua.

Who else could it be? Nan Yuchen couldn't guess for a while, and was just ready to wait to see the people behind the scenes show their feet.

Nan Yuchen sat in the courtyard for an hour and then passed, he thought a lot in his heart, thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to pretend to leave the Heavenly Star Country.

Maybe this can bring out the people in the shadows, but he doesn't know if this method will work.

Nan Yuchen looked up at the sky, the hour was not early. He thought that the catkins were still in the shop of the garment shop, and he was ready to go and see her.

When he came to the garment shop, Nan Yuchen saw the maid waiting at the door and asked, "How is the patient?"

Before the maid could answer, Jing Ying'er in the room spoke up: "Is the son here?" Childe, come in. ”

Nan Yuchen hesitated for a moment and then walked in, and saw Jing Ying'er half-sitting on the bed.

The arm has been cleaned and bandaged.

Jing Ying'er's complexion improved a lot, and her face was also a little bloody: "Childe."

When she saw Nan Yuchen coming in, she was about to get out of bed immediately.

Nan Yuchen hurriedly stopped her: "No need to be polite."

Jing Ying'er was no longer reluctant, but nodded with her head slightly lowered.

"Are you feeling better?" Nan Yuchen asked.

Jing Ying'er smiled shyly: "It's much better, it's just a small injury."

"What a small injury, Sister Su'er has a big wound on her arm." The maid on the side said, "The doctor has said that Sister Su'er has to rest for a while."

"Xiaoxue, don't talk too much." Jing Ying'er explained to Nan Yuchen again: "Gongzi Su'er is fine, I can still serve you."